Dawn of the Croods (2015) s01e07 Episode Script

Your first sleepover.
You're not my baby anymore.
You're an independent young cavewoman.
I know, right? Here, take this crunchy bug in case your little tummy gets hungry, and I cut the crust off for you.
And take my hunting rock, in case you have to bonk something for food, or, you know, fun.
And I made this for you, so you never forget me.
Relax, everyone.
My friends and I are just spending a night alone in a cave with no parents.
Relax? This sleepover will determine your entire life.
It's a rite of passage.
If you make it through the night, it proves to the whole valley that you're brave enough to become a hunter.
But if you fail, you'll grow up to have an awful job, like that guy Bag, who we all punch to feel better when we're angry.
Hey, having a bad day, Amber? How about Glad I could help.
Oh, you guys, I've been ready for this since my baby fangs grew in.
- It'll be easy.
- Right.
It's just a sleepover in a dark and scary cave without your family, with your whole future on the line.
It's such fun! Hey, Lerk, Pat, and Mosh are here.
Time to go punch fear in the face.
I remember my first sleepover like it was yesterday.
Poor Booga's screams.
So loud.
Her face still haunts me.
What? She's in my gardening club.
Her face is terrifying.
Ta-da! Our cave for the night.
Well, I'm out.
Bye, ladies.
Come on, girls.
This cave has it all.
And if, by "all," you mean darkness and not that good flattering darkness.
It also has a weird rotting smell, but not that - good weird rotting smell.
- But it also has us.
Trust me.
We'll have fun.
Dinnertime! Oh! Oh! Put your right hand on green, Lerk.
Left foot on yellow? That's my foot.
Your hair smells really good.
I look like I've been living under a rock.
And I love it! Just kidding.
Splatberry juice.
All the look of a fresh kill in half the time.
- You have to do me.
- Do mine! I hope Eep's okay.
Do you think she'll remember to sharpen her teeth? Don't worry.
Eep can fend for herself.
Or she's already dead.
Either way, what's done is done.
Bedtime.
You're right, Gran.
Eep is either fine or dead.
Nope, not sleeping tonight.
All right, enough worrying for one night.
We can panic in the morning.
All right, future hunters.
Time to put the "sleep" in "sleepover.
" - What was that noise? - What noise? Oh.
That noise? I don't know what that is, but I'm not scared of it.
No, it's a fun noise.
See? So much fun.
Heh.
You're pretty.
I'm not saying I'm afraid, but what the bonk is that? There's a predator out there! Predator? Where? Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, wait! - Oh, me.
Whoops.
- Nope, there's no hungry predator.
Thank goodness.
Okay, come on, Eep.
You got this.
Almost got caught.
Well, nobody really needs all five fingers.
There is a predator out there.
Breathe, Lerk.
- Breathe.
- Lerk, sleepovers aren't scary.
There's way scarier stuff out there, okay? Like Uh bear owls eating your entire family as you watch.
Yeah, okay.
This is helping.
Tell me another scary story.
Okay, I'll tell you something really scary.
Legend says that deep in the swamps, there's a monster.
Half-man, half-spider ant.
His name is - Steve.
- The horror.
He has six legs, he's covered in spider webs, and eats people.
If you spin in a circle and say his name three times Boo! he appears.
Why would you tell me that story? Why, Eep? - You told me to.
- Don't listen to me.
Lerk, it's not real.
I'll show you.
Steve, Steve, Steve! See? There's no You summoned Steve! Check on Eep, eat a little dirt on the walk back, and Dad and Mom will never know.
- Mom! - What will I never know? Uh That you're the best mom in the world and I love you so much? I knew that already.
You tell me every day, sometimes in song.
- Okay, so I wanted to check on Eep.
- Me, too.
I brought her a sweet and sour plant for a late-night snack.
Oh.
How nice of you.
But, honey, that's not a sweet and sour plant.
That's a man-trap plant.
So, it is.
It is really dark out here, huh? Lerk, stop breathing so hard.
Okay, so there's someone at the door.
Possibly a predator.
Possibly deadly.
Possibly no big deal.
Um I'll go look.
No! Not you, Eep.
Not you.
You will make a great hunter one day - but me, I'm Steve bait.
- Lerk, you don't have to.
Show yourself, Steve! You mess with the Eep, you mess with the Lerkadile! Who's Steve? Are we Steve? I will find you, Eep! Lerk? Are you okay? Scream again if that was a happy scream.
Lerk? Yeah, I'm sure Lerk just went home.
It's nothing to be scared about.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
Not scared.
Fun.
But just in case.
Eep Shh! So, it's just me.
A lone hunter, and that's okay.
It'll be light soon, so I mean This hunter isn't scared of anything.
Okay, Croods, we'll just explain to Eep that we were the ones messing up the sleepover.
And she'll forgive us, and we'll all laugh about it, like, "Ha-ha, isn't it funny that we just ruined this really important night?" Six legs, spider-ant webbing.
Steve is real! Bonk this, Steve.
Wait! Let me in! I give up! I'm too scared to be a hunter! Steve's not real, Steve's not real, Steve's not real, Steve's not real.
Steve's not real, Steve's not real, Steve's not real.
Don't let Steve eat me! Who's Steve? Mom, Dad? Thunk! We've got to run.
There is a predator.
Yeah, about that.
We're the predator.
Oh.
So, there was no Steve trying to eat me? If I'm scared of my own family, how am I ever going to be a hunter? Eep, you're the bravest person I know.
Yeah.
Honey, we couldn't be prouder if you actually killed us.
Now, what do you say we go back to the sleepover - and finish this thing? - Okay, let's do it! But I'm sleeping with a night light.
I can't believe I thought Steve was real.
Yeah, though I'm pretty sure it's safe to spin around and say, "Steve, Steve, Steve.
" Huh? - Steve! - Steve's real! Hey, Eep, can Steve and I come in? Steve! - Your friends seem nice.
- Heh.
You're pretty.
Love that chickuna.
Just gonna go do a number three real quick.
Is that the sit-down one or the stand-up one? It's the jumping from the tree one.
Huh.
Well, however you get it done, son.
And hurry back.
There's still more chickuna for you.
Can't wait.
I'm sorry to waste you, chickuna, but maybe next time, try not tasting like barf.
You know, my friend Barf who tastes terrible.
Whoa! Hello there, big fella.
So, this is how it ends.
I always thought at least I'd learn to kiss my elbow first.
Gah! Impossible! Huh? Hungry, hungry bear owls! Come on, bear owls.
That's our cave! Hey Hey, don't mess with my dirt.
Oh, I spent moons making my perfect butt groove in that dirt.
Yet again, Ahhh! Valley is ruined by rampaging beasts.
And, for once, it's not the Croods.
So you're saying these bear owls chased you all the way into our cave, Thunk? Why? Do we smell that tasty? Oh, we do.
Yep, that's exactly how it happened.
Don't think about it any further.
Who did it is unimportant.
What's more important is that you leave my cave as soon as cavemanly possible.
Snoot, what do you expect us to do? Our cave is full of wild animals.
Again, this is different how? Just scare them away with something bigger, like an albatrocerous.
See? Problem solved.
Huh, it does make sense.
Okay, now both our caves belong to wild animals, so what predator is bigger than an albatrocerous? No.
No more predators.
- We lost our homes.
- Don't worry, honey.
I know another open cave in Ahhh! Valley.
It's okay, dear.
There's still a great place we can go.
Right there.
Mine! I called mine.
I called mine louder.
We'll share it.
So, we'll sleep here.
No, no.
This is my poo corner, where I do my poos.
This? This is the play area.
We poo over there.
Where we eat? Oh, are you crazy? This is never going to work.
Ugh, bear owls really think you smell delicious? Yeah.
Uh, about that Can I talk to you real quick? Look, this isn't going to work.
If we are gonna all live together, one person has to call the shots.
- Yes.
Me.
- You? I am the strongest.
Clearly, I am the best caveman to run Croods' Cavern.
Well, in Boors' Burrow, my brains will provide us with safety, security, and safe-curity! We don't make up words in Croods' Cavern! Then it's a good thing we're in Boors' Burrow.
You lured the bear owls? This is why you're not supposed to talk to predators.
I-I didn't talk to them.
I just fed them chickuna.
- A lot of chickuna.
- Where did you get a lot of chickuna? You didn't eat your dinner.
Yeah, I know.
I'm in all kinds of trouble.
That's why I'm going to take back our home or die trying.
So, I guess this is goodbye.
No.
This is the only home I've ever known, too.
- I'm coming with you.
- Great.
Here's my plan.
After the bear owls eat us, we eat them from the inside.
Eh, new plan.
If chickuna brought them to the valley, it can also lead them away.
We just need more chickuna Ooh! I didn't throw away all my chickuna.
I also buried some.
- Great! - But it's all inside.
Ugh.
Not so great.
- You thinking what I'm thinking? - Hmm Onward to sunset! Probably not.
Okay, Thunk, we're gonna pretend to be a bear owl to sneak into the cave, grab your buried chickuna, and use it to lure them out of the valley.
- I know.
You told me the plan.
- Look, I'll be honest.
I tell you everything twice to make sure you're actually listening.
You think our feet ever get jealous of our hands? Just get into character.
- What do we do now? - Something a bear owl would do.
But all they're doing is sniffing each other's butts.
Thunk, for the good of Ahhh! Valley This is working.
Whoa! Uh, Thunk, can we get moving? It wants to play with us! This is kind of fun.
This is less fun.
Ow! He means growl.
Aw, they're getting sleepy.
This is our chance.
Once they're asleep, we can walk right into our cave.
- We're calling it Boors' Burrow! - Croods' Cavern! - Boors' Burrow! - Enough! You two need to settle this the old-fashioned way.
You idiots fight until one idiot drops, and we follow the other idiot.
I'll do it, 'cause we at Croods' Cavern aren't afraid to use our fists.
Yeah, that's great, honey.
Well, in Boors' Burrow, we prefer to fight with words.
Ooh! Words don't hurt.
Oh, really? Hey, Grug, a girelephant called.
- He wants his big butt back! - Ooh! - You take that back.
- Or you'll what? Or I'll I'll say something really mean about you that may or may not be true.
Something like Grug Crood's mom is an ugly mosquitoad? Oh, yeah? Well, this mudball called, and it Well, I never! But I will! - Well, now they're just mudslinging.
- Such a waste of good mud.
- So, what do we do now? - I guess we move in with the Boors.
Bye, cave.
Thanks for protecting us from bear owls - until, you know, right now.
- No! I won't give up.
I won't be the reason our family loses its cave.
At least, not yet.
Maybe when I'm older, sure, but not today.
Please, please, please, let us back into our cave.
Please! - Wait, Thunk.
Keep doing that.
- Like this? Yes! Go! Of course! Tummy rubs solve everything.
Wow.
You really don't like chickuna.
I don't know if we'll have enough.
Lucky for you, I don't like chickuna either.
Nice.
Chickuna is the worst.
It really is.
Run! Eat mud, mud brain.
I will not.
It's not part of my highly restrictive diet.
Roar! Out of the way! Oh, you want this? Then fetch! Whoa, Thunk, you got rid of the bear owls.
And, like, two weeks' worth of dinner? Yeah, Mom.
We didn't want to leave our cave.
It's our home.
Also, it's my fault for bringing the bear owls here in the first place.
Really? No No, that makes sense.
- Still, I'm proud of you, honey.
- Yeah, Thunk, you are pretty brave.
- Maybe you should lead the cave.
- Thanks.
I do have a lot of ideas.
I was thinking, no more chickuna for dinner.
Ha! Hear, hear.
And, from now on, we all speak in cat language.
Meow, meow, meow.
Purr, purr.
Hiss, meow.
That's the worst idea ever! I'm dumber for having heard it.
Wow.
You two must have really worked together to get rid of all those bear owls.
- Yeah, not to mention the albatrocerous.
- The what now?