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[grunts in effort]

-[screams] -[growls]

* *

GRUG: Okay, team.

We've beat the punch monkeys before,

and we can beat 'em again.

[snarling]

-Indeed! [grunts]

We shall gallop to throw-go-nut glory

on the lightning-esque legs of Fast Phil!

-No, Phil. For the last time, you're not playing.

-Aw. Why not?

My musculature is warm and loose.

-Please, Grug? We'll never know a moment's peace

-until he plays. -[Phil grunting]

-Fine. You're in, Phil,

so we can blame anything that goes wrong on you.

Now, let's get out there and win!

-By playing as a team! -Right! A team that wins!

'Cause we're not a team if we don't win.

-Uh-- -Here we go!

[panting]

EEP: Huh?

* Let's live wild, the world's our own *

* We built this wheel now it's gunna roll*

* You know a spark becomes a fire wherever we go *

* Whoa-ho-ho *

* Stuck together, stuck, stuck together *

* It's an evolution for worse or for better *

* To find some unity *

* For all humanity *

* Because we're stuck together *

* In one big family tree*

[punch monkeys chattering]

[snarling, screeches]

-Time to crunch the punch!

-Then, it's time to crunch the lunch!

[blowing horn]

[screeching]

-I got him! I got him! [grunts]

[screeching, chattering]

-Yeah, but we'll win the next game.

[blowing horn]

[screeches]

[Gran and Eep yelling, grunting]

[chattering, screeching]

-[Eep groans] -We'll win the next game!

[grunting]

[Hope panting]

[Phil screaming]

-[Phil groans dramatically] -[screeching]

Next game! Win!

[panting, laughing]

-Nope! You can't stop Guy--

[grunting]

[screeching, chattering]

[growls]

[screeching]

[angry growl]

[ooking]

[angry growl]

[squawking]

-[angry growl] -[ears whistling]

-Maybe we should quit

while we're as far behind as we can get.

[Grug growling]

-[grunting loudly] -[punching, smashing]

-Man, he really hates losing.

-Yep. As much as Thunk loves celebrating.

-They are number one! They are number one!

-[growls] That's it, Chunky!

We're terrible at throw-go-nut. Especially Phil.

-[roars] -You're right, Chunky.

I can't blame it all on Phil. It's also Guy's fault.

But maybe we're just not meant to win.

-[scoffs] Or even play. -[Chunky growls]

I'm serious. I'd need to get a pretty big sign

to ever take another shot at throw-go-nut.

Wait! Stop.

[angelic music]

[ding]

This doesn't look right. Did we miss a turn?

[sighs] Anyway, come on, Chunky.

Not seeing any signs, so that's it for throw-go-nut.

-[Chunky snarls] -[gasps] Chunky!

This is a sign!

-How did you miss this? -[annoyed snarl]

-[Gran struggling] -[Phil sighs]

-Why is everybody so down?

It's not 'cause of throw-go-nut, is it?

-Actually, yes. Yes, it is. I think it's the field. I mean,

who can win on a field that small?

-I agreed to play because I thought we'd win.

Winning suits me.

-Because winning is sweeter than any fruit

and softer than any pillow!

-Yeah, winning's great,

but the point of a game like throw-go-nut isn't winning.

It's playing. Together! As a team!

-[loud chewing] -That's awesome, win or lose.

-Eep's right. And, in a way, we did win.

We won at losing!

-[all cheering, agreeing] -Wow! That makes sense. I think.

-See? Now, we just need to convince Dad,

if he ever comes home.

-Oh, he's just out there looking for a sign

that'll tell him what to do.

Or he's lost. But he'll be over it

by the time he finds his way home.

-We're gonna get some nut payback!

-Or not.

-There I was, in the middle of the woods,

looking for a sign to tell me what to do.

-And I was lost. -UGGA: Hm?

-And then, bam! -[Thunk yelps]

Everything made sense to me.

-I doubt that.

-Okay, not bam right away.

The bam took a while. But when it happened,

-bam! -Ah! [gasps] Why?!

-'Cause I found the perfect place

to play our next throw-go-nut game against the punch monkeys.

How great is that?!

[Thunk coughs]

-You wanna play them again?

So now you're fine with losing? Just like that?

-He's experienced an adverse cranial episode.

Dawn! Get my skull saw!

-No! I hate losing! But we're not gonna lose.

We are gonna win, and that win will make up for all our losses!

Tomorrow! When we play the punch monkeys again!

-A new field? This can't miss!

-Hate to say it, but a new field won't beat the punch monkeys.

-The field won't, but training will!

We're gonna get faster, stronger, and tougher!

We're gonna come together as a team,

and we're gonna win!

Thanks to training!

-Training?

-You're talking about training? -Yes!

-Training? -Yes...

-Training, man. Not a game.

Not us against the punch monkeys, right?

Playing every time like it's our last? No!

You're talking about training, man! Training!

-Yes?

-Training! For Sandy and me! -[growling]

That's what you're talking about!

-That youthink weneed training! -[snarling]

Training! Training!

-No. Not even a little.

-Thought so. Come on, Sandy.

[Sandy snarling]

-So who's with me?

-Sounds fun. I'm in.

-Me, too. We have unfinished punch business.

-Will there be snacks? -Uh...

-You had me at "uh." I'm in.

-If Eep's playing, I'm playing.

-Uh, or don't! Don't works for you.

-Of course, you don't stand a chance without me,

so I'll grace you with my undeniable dominance.

[weak straining]

-Don't works for you, too.

-Ha! Good one.

-[sighs] It wasn't a joke.

So let's get to work! Yeah!

-Now? -GRUG: Yes, now!

Okay, team!

And Guy and Phil, who are still here

even though I don't want them to be.

Listen up! We're gonna start with getting faster.

-What are you wearing around your neck?

-It's a whistle. -[blows whistle]

-Cool! Can I try?

-Not now, Thunk. We've got to train.

There's gonna be mud, sweat, and tears, and tears!

'Cause there's gonna be a lotof crying.

-Wrong! Fast Phil never cries.

-You were literally just crying

because your bitter bean juice was cold.

-You know I like it piping hot, but not too hot.

-The key--Ah! -[blows whistle]

-Phil! You're slowing things down,

and we're here to get faster. Now, put those on.

* *

-Yes! Wearable food!

[laughs] The future is now!

-Grug! I thought we agreed. No more meat helmets

because they're the worst idea ever.

-[screaming] -[roaring]

-It's a meat helmet. There's no going back!

-Just one question.

How is wearing meat helmets gonna make us faster?

-It's not, but running from those hungry tigerangutans will!

[roaring]

[all gasp]

-[screaming] -[roaring]

Now we're gonna work on your strongerness!

-Grug! The word is strength.

And the best way to build strength

is with high-intensity exercises targeting the musculature.

Like the ones I perform regularly.

-To prove my point... -[painful straining]

-Wrong! The best way to do it

is to pull that boulder!

Now, pull!

-[all straining] -[vines stretching]

[groaning, sighs]

-Grug, it's too heavy.

-Sorry, Dad. We can't do it.

-Not with that attitude.

And if you wanna win this game,

you've gotta do things you've never done before!

-Well, I've never had a whole day to myself without interruption.

Why don't we do that?

-I've never known what it's like

to have your love and respect.

-We could give that a shot.

-Ooh! I've never blown your whistle,

and I reallywant to.

-So can I? -No!

Now, pull until it feels like you're not pulling anymore!

-Pull! -[blows whistle]

[all groan]

-Oh, come on!

[rumbling, rattling]

-Wait. Whistle? Desert?

Oh no.

-[rumbling] -[all gasp]

[growling, flopping]

-Surprise floppening!

-Is it a surprise? We're in the bullrus desert!

-Exactly! Now, pull!

[all straining]

-[vines stretching] -[rumbling]

You see? I knew you could--

[grunts]

[weakly]: Do it... Go team... [grunts]

-Well, we're in the right place, but no Grug.

-Maybe we're done training?

-Or we are mere moments away

from yet another ill-conceived, Grug-orchestrated animal attack,

this time to supposedly make us tougher.

-GRUG: Close! -[Phil yelps]

Mm-hmm.

-Yes! I love bounceberries!

-Not for long! [grunts]

-[screaming] -Ah! Grug!

How dare you hurl foodstuffs at my person?!

-Gotta get tougher to win!

Now, who said they love bounceberries?

-[nervous laugh] Did I say love?

I meant take 'em or leave 'em.

-Get ready to take 'em! [grunts]

-Take them where-- Ah!

-Nice try, honey, but you can't hit me!

Oh!

-I'm tough! I'm tough. I'm tough...

I'm pillow soft! Oof!

-I've turned on bounceberries!

[grunts, gasps]

-Ow! [grunts] Not cool!

-Bounce betrayal! Ah!

[giggles]

[panting]

[whistling through air]

-Do you think she made it?

[Eep yells]

-No, Dawn. She never had a chance.

[grunts, sighs]

GRUG: Ah! Not bad,

but too much screaming!

So let's try again.

-Dad, no. That's enough training.

-What? The game is tomorrow!

-Right, and no one will be able to play if they're too tired.

[all groaning]

-Okay, team! Good work today!

Grab some Z's, and we'll grab the W tomorrow, okay?

-Come on, who's with me? Huh? -[grumbling]

I'm with me! Yeah! [laughs]

-[blows whistle] -[grunting]

-Yes! Totally worth the wait!

-How you like that training, meat neck?

[both laugh]

-[animals chirping] -[Ugga snoring]

[muffled grunt]

[soft breathing, yelps]

-[snoring] Huh?!

-[grunts] Why?!

[snoring]

[whimpers, yelps]

[both sigh, yelp]

[whimpering]

-Okay, team. You're probably wondering what's happening.

-You pulled all of us out of bed,

dragged us into the middle of the woods,

and tied us to a tree?

-Correction. Notall of us.

I had to wake myself up,

walk out here on my own, and tie myself to this tree.

-You didn't have to do any of that!

-Okay, so you know what is happening,

butI'll bet you don't know why is happening!

-We're here for more training? -Wrong!

You're here for more training!

Now, and this is totally unrelated,

raise your hand if you're afraid of lava ants.

[all struggling]

Good! I don't see any hands!

-'Cause our hands are tied up!

-Not seeing a connection. Now, whowants to win?

-How is being stung by lava ants gonna help us win?

-Who said anything about lava ants?

-Wha--You did!

[straining, grunts]

- We'regoing back to bed.

If you're lucky, we'll think this was a dream in the morning.

-But we're not done. -Yes, we are.

-You in particular. -And me!

Because Idid this to myself!

-Dad, I know you wanna win. We do, too.

But you're going too far.

Do you wanna win if it means losing the team?

-Hm... -Dad!

-No! Of course not. So, what do I do?

-Show the team some love.

Without lava ants.

-How does everyone know about the lava ants?!

-[scurrying] -Ah! Lava ants!

[Thunk straining]

-Uh, can't bring all those snacks, Thunk.

-Oh, don't worry.

A bunch of these are pre-travel snacks.

They'll be long gone before we leave.

[Hope sighs]

-When arewe leaving, anyway?

GRUG: Right now.

-I felt bad about pushing the team so hard yesterday.

And for kidnapping the team.

And for tying the team up. And for--

-[clears throat] Dad. -Right. Anyway, I'm sorry.

So, I spent last night building this.

[Chunky roars]

It's the team wagon!

[all gasp, cheer]

Now we can ride to the game together

instead of walking!

THUNK: Woo-hoo! Lazy for the win!

Hoo-hoo, Dad!

Good call putting an outhouse in the back of this baby.

GRUG: There's no outhouse in here.

GRUG: Oh...

-[amazed gasping, chatter] -DAWN: Wow! It's beautiful.

Like a violent sunset.

EEP: Beautiful and huge!

Like a nightingwhale!

[nightingwhale call]

[echoing scream]

-And it echoes! Like a thing that echoes. Echoes. Echoes...

-There's so much room. Unlike the field we normally play on.

-See? This place is just what we needed.

What should we name it?

-It already has a name.

This is Shake Stadium.

-Why is it called Shake Stadium?

-How should I know?!

-Maybe it's 'cause this is where you come

to shake things up and break a losing streak!

-Nah, that's not it.

-[rumbling] -[all gasp]

[shaking]

That's not it either.

-Well, we're here, but no sign of the punch monkeys.

-Maybe they chickensealed out? -[giggles]

'Cause they're weak and soft and--

-[monkeys screech] -Ow! My elbow! It's broken!

[gasps]

[monkeys screech]

* *

-[ooking] -[Grug grunting]

-Uh... You wanna trade heads?

[growls]

-I got this.

He wants to know if we're ready.

-Of course, we're ready.

-[Ugga grunting] -[ooking]

[laughter]

-What's so funny?

-Well, he actually said

the first question was, "Are we ready to lose?"

-Oh. My punch monkey's a little rusty.

-I wanna change my answer!

-You can't. There's no backsies in punch monkey.

[growls]

-Dad, don't let a mispuncherstanding

mess with your head.

-Yeah. I mean, you trained us. We're faster.

-Stronger. -Tougher! [growls]

-Some of us more than others. -[breeze blows]

[whimpers] That breeze is a bit chilly.

-[snarling] -Sandy's right.

Less monkey laughing, more monkey screeching.

-Yes! Let's shake it andbreak it!

[howls]

[cheering]

-No, that's not it either.

-[cheering, screeching] -[shaking]

Or that!

[yelling]

[growling, punching]

[chittering]

[blows horn]

[panting]

[Dawn and Eep yelling]

* *

[screeching]

[panting]

[yelps, grunts]

-Wait! No! [yelling]

[screeches]

[panting]

[gasps, grunts]

-[Ugga grunting] -[screeching]

-[Sandy panting, snarling] -[screeching]

[panting]

[yelps, groans]

[screeching]

* *

[chittering]

[blows horn]

[all groaning, sighing]

-Well, the first half coulda gone better.

-Guess the punch monkeys trained even harder than we did.

-I can't believe we're losing sobadly.

-Not badly. Spectacularly.

-I can't believe it's only halftime!

-[loud munching] -Ooh! Halftime of what?

-Uh, how do you think Dad's doing?

-Somewhere between being eaten by aardsharks

and falling into a volcano.

-Great first half, team! You played your hearts out.

Especially you, Phil.

-Oh no. He complimented Phil. He's lost it.

-[nervous laugh] We should run.

-Why am I so positive right now?

Because I know this team has everything it takes

to turn this game around.

Eep is fearless. Ugga is strong. Hope is relentless.

Phil is smart. Dawn's got heart. Sandy's fast.

Thunk is unmovable. Gran never says die. And Guy?

Well, Guy is standing right there.

-That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

And you're giving an inspirational speech!

I love those!

-What I'm saying is our team

doesn't need anything else to win

except one more half of game time.

[all cheering]

Also, Chunky's gonna play with us!

-Here we go! -Chunky?

-Sure! He's a natural throw-go-nutter

'cause he's a death cat.

-Okay... but you just said this team

doesn't need anything else to win.

-Right! Because Chunky's on the team now!

Go team!

-[cheering] -Uh...

[monkeys chattering] [Chunky growls]

[Eep growls, grunts]

[players panting]

-I'm open! And all grrr!

[grunts]

[Chunky roars]

-[growling] -[screeching]

[slow motion screeching]

[roaring, snarling]

[cheering]

-[shaking] -Huh?

[players grunting]

[roars]

[ooking]

[screeching]

[roaring]

[cheering]

-Yeah!

-[shaking] -[Guy gasps]

[horn blowing]

[Eep giggles]

[grunting]

-[yelps] I'm open!

-Over here! -Dad! Over here!

-Throw it, yammerhead horse!

-Oh, uh, what's going on now?

-[yelling] -[monkeys screeching]

-[roaring] -[laughing, cheering]

-Whose house? Chunky's house! Yeah!

[shaking]

[horn blows]

Woo! [laughs] How about that comeback, huh?

The game is tied, and we owe it all to Chunky!

[growls]

[angry grumbling]

Huh? And you guys, of course.

-Yeah, Chunky's great, but maybe it's time

to give the nut to someone else now.

-Sure, if you wanna lose. But we came here to win.

-I thought we came here to have fun as a team.

-By winning! And we're gonna win.

-EEP: Who's we? -Us!

-The team! -The team?

-You mean you and Chunky? -Ugga's right.

I haven't touched the nut since Chunky came in.

-[joints cracking] -My musculature is ice cold,

though still awe-inspiring!

-Yeah. We might as well not even be here!

-Look. Sure, Chunky's been getting a lot of the action,

-but-- - Allthe action. All.

-Okay, but there's a good reason.

-You want to win? -Exactly!

Wait, why are you saying that like it's a bad thing?

-Because, Dad, you're doing it again.

You're making this about winning instead of the team.

-But I'm trying to win forthe team!

-No, you're trying to win withoutthe team.

If you really want the team to win,

let the teamwin.

-Hm?

-Hm... -[Sandy and Thunk whimper]

* *

Yeah. Eep's right.

'Cause I was wrong. Again.

So let's finish this the right way.

Together, as a team.

-Because this is our time, our moment!

[loud munching]

-Hey, did the game start yet?

-It sure did, Thunk. And now we're gonna have some fun!

-And punch some monkey!

-[cheering] -[Chunky roars]

[all yelling]

[chattering, screeching]

[Chunky roars]

[grunts]

[screeching]

[laughing, panting]

[screeching]

[panting]

DAWN: Dawnmower! [grunts]

[loud chewing]

-[Guy grunting] -[screeching]

[screeching]

-[Gran yelling] -[Sandy snarling]

-We're gonna do it! As a team!

["team" echoing]

[Phil panting, yelping]

-I've got the nut! I've got the nut!

-Phil's got the nut. Oh no!

-Not to worry, Grug!

Fast Phil will finish this fight

with fortitude, finesse, and flair!

Oh! That was a lot of F's.

[screeching]

-Phil! -Right!

Victory is ours as soon as I--

Ah! Fall into a crevice!

Or a crevasse! [screams]

-Phil!

-[struggling] -I got you, Phil! Grab on!

-I can't! I'll fall! And I'm too important to die!

-You're not gonna die, Phil,

because we're on the same team. Trust me.

-Okay, Grug! Because I have nochoice,

I'll trust you! Here I go!

-Wait. Hang tight.

The coconut is right there.

I think I can reach it. Then, we can win!

-What?! What about me?

-You'll win, too! 'Cause we're on the same team!

-Grug!

GRUG: Almost got it...

-Grug!

-Trying to focus here, Phil! -[straining]

[screaming, grunting]

-Grug! Get us out of here!

-On it, Phil!

Right after I grab the nut! [straining]

-Have you lost your mind? We're going to die!

-No!

We're going to win!

[straining]

-EEP: Dad. -Huh?

-Let's finish this. As a team.

* *

-You're right. Let's get outta here.

[Eep and Grug straining]

[grunting]

Y-You're too far away! I can't reach!

-Huh? -[monkey screeches]

[screeching, chattering]

Seriously, punch monkeys? We're about to lose our lives,

and you're still trying to win the game?

-Dad! They're here to help!

-Oh. In that case, thank you.

Now, that's real sportsmanship.

-[rumbling] -[Eep grunts]

-[Grug screams, grunts] -[Phil whimpering]

-[laughs] Nice catch.

I'll never make fun of your big, weird hands again.

[horn blows]

And that's the game! Guess we tied.

Who's up for a rematch?

-Drop him. -No, I'm kidding! Don't let go!

* *

-I'm proud of you, Dad.

You made the right choice.

-Did I? Phil's still around, and that's my fault.

-No. You did good.

We may not have won, but we played as a team.

And I'm glad you're taking it so well.

Why are you taking it so well?

-Because we tied, so we didn't lose.

And if you don't lose, you win. So, that means...

-You didn't learn a thing today!

-We won! Ha, ha! We won!

[Grug cheering]

* *