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Oh, sorry. I could be wrong, but I think this is my piece of fruit.

Drop it, you mangy liyote.

I only share food with my family and my tapeworms.

You know what? Take it.

Say hi to the wife and pack for me.

Have you gone soft? You just handed him that fruit.

- Didn't even spit on it first. - We're not in the tar pits anymore, Mom.

Here in the valley, we need to get along, control our wild sides.

Trying to control wild is like plugging a volcano with a rock.

Eventually, it's gonna blow.

Mom, we're not animals.

Oh, don't act all "I walk upright."

You give these critters an inch and they'll take a child!

That's not a saying.

See? That's why it's a saying!

Hey, drop my Sandy!

I don't run off with your pups in my mouth!

Enough! Give me back my baby!

Oh... oh.

You can't ask a liyote to give you your baby back.

- What are you thinking? - I'm thinking...

I lost my growl.

1x08 - "Mom Genes"

Okay, Sandy, Mommy lost her growl,

but that's no big deal, right?

- Mom, Thunk's reading my diary again! - You drew it on a wall.

You know how much I love staring at walls.

Eep, if you don't want your brother to know your feelings,

- keep them in your inner cave. - Don't tell her that.

Reading her diary is the most fun I get around here.

Can't wait to find out if you talked to that cute cave boy today.

Everyone, please. Settle down.

Who's hungry for chikuna?

Again? I'd rather starve.

- Sounds like a plan to me. - Stop it, all of you!

I've got a pounding head-y ache-y thing,

and I can't handle all of you barking at each other!

Hey, hey, hey, everything okay, hon?

I mean, I'm sorry this isn't the best dinner,

but prey's been a little scarce since it's the off-season

when a lot of hunters die off.

It ain't her grub. It's her "grr."

- It's her what? - Grug, I've... lost my growl.

Whoa, Mom. You used to have a growl?

But you're our mom. Moms can't have growls, can they?

Kids, your mother's growl is terrifying.

That's how I knew she was the woman for me,

and why I'm sure it's just the stress of the kids, your mother.

You know, it's not too late to tie her up out back.

It's not that. It's just...

I've lost touch with my wild side. I think I need...

a change.

No, no, no! I did not hear that word!

What word, Dad? "Change"?

What is it with this family and that word?

- It always means trouble. - Oh, caveman up, Grug.

There's an easy fix here.

You need hunters, and Ugga needs to get her growl back.

Oh, come on. Ugga doesn't wanna join the hunt.

Do ya?

Actually, yeah, I do.

Remember all of those moonlit hunts before we got married?

Yeah. Just you and me and a fresh carcass.

So, how about one day back on the hunting field? That should do it.

One day ain't gonna do it.

Oh, fine. You can find me reading Eep's diary

when you need to tell me I was right.

No, no. No more diary, Gran!

Hey!

He-hey! Ugga, this is the hunting party.

- Hunting party, Ugga. - Hi. How you doing, Munk?

Uh... mmm... I don't know.

You know, nobody's asked me in a long time.

I... I'll need to get back to you.

- And that is Amber. She's... - Boss of hunt.

Wow. That was loud.

I'm Ugga. We met at Family Day.

- We were both in the rib-eating contest. - Amber meet a lot of people.

- You bit my arm? - Amber also bite a lot of people.

Sweetie, don't taunt the Amber.

She smell like flower. Pretty. Easy to crush.

Yeah!

She might smell pretty, but she's ugly where it counts.

Before I met Grug, I was the best whapper in my tribe.

You know, when you bend the branches back,

and then you let go, and then... uh... "whap"?

No want whap. Want lookout.

You want me to climb a tree?

Uh... thing is, Amber, you know,

Ugga was really hoping to get her claws dirty today.

No, no, Grug, I came to help.

If Amber wants an extra pair of eyes, she can use mine.

Uh, not that you need a pair.

I mean, there's no right amount of eyes to have.

I'm just gonna go climb a tree.

I don't know about this, Gran. If Mom and Dad come

home with food, our mouths won't be there to eat it.

Nuh-uh. I ain't letting you kids get all stir

crazy in a cave like your mother. Today, we hunt!

See? Baby Teeth gets it.

But next time, chew.

- Sandy picked a climber. - I'll grab her.

No, not you. We know the girls in this family can do wild.

The boys are the ones who need to get a push

out of the nest. Thunk, you go get Sandy.

Uh...

- Um, uh, me? - You can do it, boy.

And if not, well, he had a good run.

Hey, I did it! I conquered my fear. You hear that, Sandy?

Ow!

Never mind. My fear is back.

You found a pugott. They're as tasty as they are rare.

- Let's split it four ways. - But...

its eyes, they're so big.

- And packed with flavor. - No! He's mine.

Well, that's a predator's instinct. Knew you had it in you, kid.

Got a new scent, girl? Okay, take us to the prey.

You guys go ahead.

I'm just gonna... mark some territory.

Better get somewhere safe, fella.

Not what I meant.

There's no milk in there.

Looking good up there, honey!

Is she looking good up there, Munk?

I can't see. The stupid sun, it thinks it owns the sky.

Don't let it hear you say that. It'll burn you with its hate rays.

He didn't mean it!

Go hunting. Get your growl on.

Was I ever howling up the wrong...

Whoa. Grug.

Is Ugga trying to cough up a bird? Been there.

Maybe she's trying to tell us something.

Lunchtime already?

I think we are the lunch.

Predator stance. Make us big.

Prey stance. Kiss butts goodbye.

What that?

That is how you whap.

Kids, thank your mother for your wart frog gifts.

And, Gran, stop smiling at me. It's creepy.

Thanks, Mom. Guess you really can growl.

Hey, does this mean someday I'll get your growl?

Hope it comes in soon. Your diary could use some excitement.

- Gran! - Let's thank hunting.

I feel so alive. Every sight, sound, and smell...

- What smells? - Uh...

- Yeah, that was definitely me. - Way to own it, son.

Ugga, you've outdone yourself,

and you've especially outdone Grug.

- Oh, think what you'll catch tomorrow. - Oh, no. We said one day.

I had my fun. Time to go back to normal.

Quit it! Quit it! Quit it!

Okay, maybe one more day. Grug?

Okay, sure. I mean, as long as Amber and the guys go for it.

Grug! Can wife come out to hunt?

Amber ready to learn from Ugga about big prey.

Well, in my old pack, when predators snuck up from behind...

- Uh, Grug? - Right. Sorry.

Roar.

Ow!

We'd just flip and pound. See?

Yeah. Super educational, hon. Hey, you okay?

I feel different. I finally found my calling.

The call of the wild!

Ugga prove she best hunter. Now, she boss of hunt.

You had two good eyes this whole time?

- What's with the eyepatch? - Uh. Went nice with pelt.

Now, we celebrate. First round of smash fruit on me!

No, smash fruit is for catchers,

and we still have prey to catch.

Uh, guys...

still hanging. Roar?

Guys?

Can't believe I'm saying this, but I don't think I can eat anymore.

My eyes say keep eating,

but my stomach says...

Well, finally happened. I'm full.

Well, at least Thunk's still thinking with his stomach.

Yeah. Who's a good belly? You are.

Okay, you all need to digest. Point taken.

How about I go scare up some girelephant for dessert later?

Honey, come on. Take a break.

We've got enough food to last the season.

Oh, I know there's tastier prey out there, Grug. I can smell it.

Can I be excused? I think my tummy's upset with me.

Let's never fight like that.

You gotta go, little guy. It's not safe for you here.

And if you stay, I'm just gonna name you... Earl?

Are you an "Earl"? No, no. Just go.

Ew! You're supposed to do that in the bushes.

Eep! Ah! Uh...

I'm just... making room for dessert?

No, Sandy!

You never ate this pugott.

Ha! I knew you didn't have the stomach for it.

I had the stomach. I just didn't wanna put him in it.

- Don't tell. - But you know what we do with prey.

We cuddle the sweet, adorable little prey. Yes, we do.

No, Sandy. New rule. We only eat ugly animals.

What? Ugga? Have you been up all night hunting?

No. No, no, no. This crawled into my mouth.

Yeah.

Ugga, we seriously need to talk.

Sorry, honey. Morning hunt!

What is happening to her?

She's been taming her wild for too long, that's what.

And now that the rock's out of the volcano, it's about to...

Check that. It just blew!

You call that bonking?

Come on, look alive out there, people!

That's not looking alive, Munk. Are those tears I see?

Eye sweat. Too... t-tired to cry.

Shh-shh-shh. It's okay. I understand.

Get this one on a bait shift!

The rest of you, new rule.

Ten bonks each by the end of the day, or I hunt you for dinner.

Uh, sweetie?

Whoa! We really need to talk.

- Time is prey. Go. - Well, the guys are exhausted.

Even the predators have gone into hiding.

- Something's got them all spooked. - You!

You want some of this? Well, here I am!

Come and get me!

Ugga, come on. Take a break.

Just take a break. We could all use a break.

You want a break? You got it.

Can't believe she made me lookout.

Shh. No taunt the Ugga.

Honey...

we decided to draw our feelings on a rock

to show you how your hunting has affected us.

Now, I drew... Dang it, it got smudged.

Your hunting makes me feel... smudge-y. Gran.

Um, honey, you've acted like a complete beast lately,

and I for one have never been prouder of...

- Gran! - Oh, fine. My rock's blank.

I never learned how to pictogram.

- Is that what you all wanna hear? - Moving on.

Eep, didn't you have something to show to Mommy?

- Mm-hmm. - See, Ugga?

Look at your daughter's scared face.

Oh, uh, that's not my face.

That's how my stomach felt after Mom made us eat all that food.

I drew a bird with muscle arms.

I'm not sure I got what we're doing here.

All right. Um, Ugga,

you're a cold-blooded killer and I love that about you.

All I'm asking is you take it down a notch.

I just got my growl back, and I'm not about to lose it again.

Not when I still smell...

smell...

smell...

...prey.

Wait! You can't. He's my baby!

Uh... you know, in that way a random animal you

find in a cave comes to think of you as its mama.

Sometimes I think we did not drop that boy hard enough.

Thunk, step away from the prey.

Mom, you can't. It's friendly.

- Ish. - His name is Earl.

Give me back my son, you delicious monster!

Oh, it's Ugga.

Mom, it's okay.

Earl just got scared and protected me. He's nice.

Can't vouch for that one, though.

You call that a growl?

It's a... mama?

And I'm a... monster.

I'll miss you, too, fella.

I still have a nose, right?

Grug, I am so sorry.

It felt so good to be wild again,

but I didn't mean to become a monster.

I guess it's time to put away these claws.

Ugga, all the prettiest flowers have thorns.

From now on, how about this?

You help me with the hunt, I'll help you at home,

and we both keep our growls.

Oh. Hey. How about that?

I'm not full anymore. Anyone besides me hungry?

Boy, are you in luck. We've got plenty to go around.

Who wants free meat? No hunting necessary.

Ah, but you do have to catch it.

Here. Have some meat.

But if you ever so much as look cross-eyed at my baby again,

I'm gonna start wearing liyote fur coats. You hear me?

Say hi to the wife and cubs for me!

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