Dawn of the Croods (2015) s01e12 Episode Script
The Crood Who Knew Too Much - Scent Of a Thunk
1 [buzzing.]
Bom-bom, bom-ba-dum [title music.]
Ma-ma-ma-bom-ba-dum Ba-da-dum [music.]
[Sandy grunts.]
[Grug.]
No, there has to be another way.
[straining.]
We have no choice, Grug.
Sandy got into the jumping beans.
We have to ask Snoot for help.
[straining.]
But, Ugga, he's so cocky.
I mean, where does he get off making himself the town's official problem solver? My problem is it hurts every time I do this.
[grunting.]
Ow! Hm, then in my professional opinion, uh, don't do that? Oh, never thought of that.
[Grug.]
Solving any problem for a piece of meat? [scoffs.]
That sounds like a made-up job, not a real job like hunter or gatherer or dead animal poker.
And what makes him so smart, anyway? Grug, he has the biggest head of anyone in the valley.
Yeah, okay, so he's the smartest, but he's still a bonk face! Well, he's the bonk face who's gonna fix our baby.
[grunts.]
Come on, Sandy.
[Sandy growls.]
Whoa! So, how can I help you? If you've got the meat, I've got your problem's defeat.
- See, he rhymes.
Smart.
- Hm.
It was forced.
Our problem is Sandy.
Nothing we do seems to tire her out.
[Sandy giggles.]
Hmm.
The answer is try this.
[growls, giggles.]
[panting.]
[breathes heavily.]
[snores.]
Come on.
We gave him a piece of my hard-earned meat for that? - I could've thought of that! - Big words from such a little head.
Hey, I'll prove I'm as smart as you.
Just have to figure out how.
Well, for more meat, I can tell you how.
Okay, deal.
[chuckles.]
Hey, stop that! Whoo-hoo! Ha-ha! Whoo! Gee, Eep, that looks like fun.
That's why I call it "fun-gee jumping.
" [giggles.]
Come on up.
[gasps, screams.]
This isn't fun.
[hiccups.]
[gasps.]
What was that? [grunts.]
What was what? [hiccups.]
Uh, that.
That noise.
Thunk, something's crawled inside your body.
[laughs.]
Well, can you blame it? [hiccups.]
It's a very inviting body.
[hiccups.]
Ugh.
Can you tell that thing to keep it down? I can't [hiccups.]
I ca [hiccups.]
I can't [hiccups.]
[grunts.]
[sighs.]
[hiccups.]
Lousy Snoot thinks he's so smart.
Yeah.
It's better to be like us, thinkin' we're so dumb.
I am not dumb, and everyone will know it when they see my super smart new creation, - the "Fly-at-stuffer"! - Ooh, the Fly-at-stuffer.
Can you explain it using smaller words, please? Sure.
You just place a rock at one end and jump on the other.
Then the rock will fly at stuff, like, uh, predators or prey, or well, here, watch, watch, watch.
[grunts.]
[chuckles.]
[screams.]
Is it working? [grunts.]
Huh.
[sighs.]
[laughs.]
[growling.]
[gasps.]
[shrieks, screams.]
[cooing.]
Lousy spider ant, biting my head.
I hope it doesn't look too bad.
- Brother, will you look at Grug? - How can I not, brother? His head, compared to Snoot's head, it's so Yeah, I get it.
Snoot's smart, I'm dumb.
- Snoot's head is big, my head is - [both.]
Even bigger.
Huh? Oh, the spider ant must have - Oh, wow.
- Why, look at that melon.
Why, you must be the smartest man in the valley.
Whoa, hold on.
The valley already has a smartest man, and his name is - Grug Crood.
- I was going to say "me.
" Which is the wrong answer, again proving that I am the smartest man! Very funny, Grug, but if that's your real head, why can I do this? [straining.]
Or maybe this.
[straining.]
[panting.]
Well, definitely this.
[straining.]
[yawns.]
[laughs.]
Well, maybe this is just the smart guy talking, but, Snoot, I think you're embarrassing yourself.
[grunts.]
How? Hi.
I'm the new valley problem solver.
But then, what's my job? How will I eat? Am I going to have to become a work-with-my-hands man? Oh, no! Speak your problems right into my giant head.
[both.]
I want this log, but so does my brother.
Problem solved.
[chuckles.]
People say I'm too loud, but this is me talking softly! If you can't make your voice quieter, then make it from farther away.
- Like this?! - Farther.
- How about now?! - Farther.
- Now?! - Farther.
[groans.]
- Now? - Perfect! [screams.]
My feet hurt.
Walk on your hands.
[gasps.]
This is a totally permanent solution! [Munk screaming.]
[growling.]
Uh, not to cut the line, but we've got a problem.
[gasps.]
Jump in here! [shouts, groans.]
[creature growls.]
[Munk grunts, yelps.]
[grunts.]
And we're saved! - Whoo-hoo! - Yeah! [creature growling.]
[Munk.]
Good thinking, Grug.
[Munk yelps.]
Can I fly when I grow up? Sure, with practice.
Look at me.
Why, I used to be just a regular guy, and now I'm the smartest man in Ahhh! Valley.
- Oh, come on! - Soon, I shall live among the birds.
[caws.]
How do people not realize that you're a complete fake? Talk to the head, Snoot.
The head that's bigger than yours.
[growls.]
Dad, we have a problem.
[both.]
I'll solve it.
[hiccups.]
[both gasp.]
Something's inside of me.
[hiccups.]
And it's very loud.
Well, I, the smartest man in Ahhh! Valley, think I know how to fix it.
[straining.]
Come here, you! Come on, here.
Get out of Thunk! Come on! Get out of there! [hiccups.]
[screams.]
Hm.
Looks like someone failed to solve a problem.
Step aside and let a real smart person fix things.
Hm, let's see.
Open wide.
I will lure out whatever is living inside you.
- Sorry.
[hiccups.]
- That's not for you! Here, beastie, beastie, beast What? I missed lunch.
[hiccups.]
Now, hold on tight, son.
This will hurl the noise out of you.
[Thunk screams.]
[creature bellows.]
[yelps, grunts.]
[hiccups.]
[chuckles.]
[hiccups.]
- Come on, Grug, think.
Think.
- Oh, don't start now.
Hey, I can do this.
I solved everyone else's problems, remember? Brother and I asked for his help, and he hit me in the head with my own log.
And I stand by that advice! [cawing.]
Practice doesn't lead to flying.
It leads to pain.
Now my hands hurt, too.
Dad, please.
[hiccups.]
Soon I may be more [hiccups.]
than man.
- I'm scared.
[hiccups.]
- Scared, huh? Okay, you stand there and I'll make you fly so high, that thing inside you will be scared right out.
[chuckles.]
[nervous giggle.]
Uh, you know, I think I like the noise.
[hiccups.]
See? [giggles.]
Isn't it cute? [hiccups.]
I'm fine.
[chuckles.]
It's okay, Thunk.
Don't be afraid.
Or, well, do, but not yet.
Ooh, wrong rock.
[roars.]
[growls.]
Dad, just use one of your smart ideas.
You got this.
[squeals.]
Uh, okay, this isn't the time I planned to say this, but I'm not smart now.
My head's just big 'cause I got bit by a spider ant.
Ha! I knew it.
I am the smart one.
[hiccups.]
[shrieks.]
And as the smart one I may not be smarter than Snoot, but my head is still bigger.
Who's hungry for big head, huh? [squeals.]
Yeah, uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
A-ha, come on.
Come on.
Heads up! [yelps.]
[hiccups.]
Wow! That looks like fun! - Sure does! - [yells.]
You scared me.
[gasps.]
The noise is gone! [echoing.]
I'm free! [grunts.]
Way to go, Grug.
Your big dumb head saved us all.
Thank you.
I will see you at the breakfast party, my good friend, the flying purple monkey rat fish.
[chuckles.]
Aw! You may not be the smartest, but you are the bravest.
Yeah.
Thanks, Dad.
You solve just as many problems as you create.
[music.]
[Grug.]
Oh, Amber, look at Pat and Eep.
Our two girls, leading their class' practice hunt.
- You must be proud.
- Yes.
Grug must be very proud, too.
And look.
There Grug other, less proud-making child.
We're chickunas.
Bawk, bawk, bawk What's he doing? Bawk, bu-gawk, bawk.
[people laugh.]
Bawk, bawk, bu-gawk.
Thunk, none of the other chickunas dressed up.
Poor guys.
Bet they're feeling pretty ridiculous right now.
[sniffs.]
Ew! [gags.]
What is that horrible stink? The colors I used.
It's mostly made of rotting stuff, all to be the best chickuna.
Second-best would be okay, too.
Let the mock hunt begin.
And remember, I want to see mock blood! [screaming.]
[clucking.]
[laughing.]
[clucking.]
Bonk, hunters, bonk! [grunts.]
Uh, run, Thunk, run! Bu-gawk! [both grunt, scream.]
[Eep groans.]
The chickuna escaped? [groans.]
Way to suck the fun out of this thing.
Oh, it's just a matter of [retches, groans.]
sniffing him out.
[clucking.]
[grunts.]
Whew! The chickuna almost survived.
Did you guys hear that? "Almost survived.
" Almost survived! Almost survived! Almost survived! [laughing.]
Amber admit, Grug son sure make good prey.
[laughs.]
So, Dad, what did you think of the practice hunt? I went all out to prepare for my role.
- I even rehearsed with a real chickuna.
- Yeah, that's great, son, but you don't really want to be a chickuna.
Not when, with a little practice, we [groans.]
and several baths, [coughs.]
we can make a hunter out of you.
[chuckles.]
I can already hunt.
Remember that pig rat I brought home for dinner? You snuggled it to death, son.
That doesn't count.
Real hunters hunt with rocks.
Like, uh, hey, remember that two-bonk attack I showed you? "Two-bonk attack" I think so.
Bonk! Is that it? Uh, you're halfway there.
Uh, we'll work on it.
Nuh-uh, sweetie.
I love a good stink, but you are not coming in our cave smelling like that.
- Like success? - Like death.
I know I ain't gonna live forever, but I'm not goin' out like this.
Thunk, go to the watering hole.
Oh, right.
I'm gonna need a clean under-pelt for after my bath.
[Ugga.]
Ugh.
Oh, that smell is still in my nose.
What do you want from me, smell?! I'm not worried about his smell.
Croods are hunters, Ugga, not prey.
But seeing Amber and everyone laugh at him today, I don't know if Thunk will ever be a real hunter.
[sniffles, whimpers.]
Thunk! [grunts, pants.]
I'm gonna kill some innocent animals and make you proud, Dad.
[groans.]
[sighs.]
Maybe give him a head start.
[branch cracks.]
[yelps.]
[yelps.]
Bonk.
[growls.]
[chuckles.]
We all thought that was gonna go better than it did, didn't we? [gasps.]
[shrieks.]
Is this a trick? Is it my smell? [buzzing.]
Only one way to find out.
Hyah! Whoa.
I really do smell like death.
Sorry, guys.
- [Grug.]
Thunk! - Hey, Dad.
[gasps.]
Slowly step away from those sleeping animals.
They're not sleeping.
See? Are you saying you hunted these creatures? Well, not exactly.
I'm so proud of you! My son is a hunter.
Yes! I hunted them.
Me.
Thunk.
[sniffles.]
- There, there, Dad.
Don't cry.
- I'm not.
You just smell really bad.
Amber, look what my son hunted.
[chuckles.]
Uh, Amber gonna have to call Crood's bluff.
Grug son not catch all that.
Well, I call your bluff and say he did.
That no how bluffs work.
Amber no believe Grug son true hunter till Amber see with own eye.
Okay.
Well, then, Thunk, bring it.
- Uh bring what? - Hunt some more prey.
Show 'em the old four-bonk with a half twist.
[chuckles.]
Oh, you mean that thing.
Yeah, that I that I can definitely do.
Sure.
[nervous chuckle.]
Just, uh gotta get my trusty hunting rock first.
[pants.]
[sighs.]
Oh, okay, Thunk.
You played a chickuna, so you can play a real hunter, too.
Just grab a big rock to look the part, then kill something with your weird stink.
[straining.]
You can do it, Thunk [straining.]
with the power of acting.
[grunts.]
[yells.]
Wow.
Even Thunk baths are dramatic.
[screaming.]
[yells.]
Thunk! [grunts.]
[cooing.]
Huh, he didn't die! Which is good for the pig-rat, I guess, but really bad for Thunk! [sniffs.]
Hey, your stink is gone.
Yeah.
I have to tell you something.
Those animals I hunted? I didn't so much use rocks as my smell.
[laughs.]
You took out animals with your stink? No, actually, that makes a lot more sense than you suddenly becoming a real hunter.
[Amber.]
Amber waiting! Oh, man, so much for not being laughed at.
Wait.
Unless Thunk, we need to get your stink back.
Okay, first thing I did was get covered in pewberries.
[gags.]
Pewberries.
Oh, man, that is strong! It's also the exact same red as a chickuna wattle.
And it brings out my eyes.
Rotten bear owl eggs.
The more they rot, the more yellow they get.
[sighs, giggles.]
[grunts.]
Still something missing.
[gasps.]
Albatroceros spit! [chuckles.]
Oh, yeah, I was also swallowed by an albatroceros yesterday.
What, you were?! Thunk, are you okay? Sure.
He only almost swallowed me.
His spit must be the last smell I need.
Now, to just get swallowed again.
Uh-uh-uh, no son of mine is getting swallowed by a predator just to impress my boss.
- This has gone too far.
No way.
- Yes way.
Not for Amber, for you.
I'll make you proud again.
[clucking.]
Man, he can really run when he's in character.
[yawns.]
Where Grug and his not-proud-making child? Amber time very precious.
[clucking.]
[Grug.]
Thunk, stop! [clucking continues.]
[grunts.]
Hi there! Wanna swallow me up? Just for a little bit.
[roars.]
Oh, right.
[chuckles.]
I should've warned you.
I may smell a little ripe.
[yells.]
Thunk, no! Dad! [shouts.]
[grunts.]
Had enough? Drop the daddy.
I said, "Drop the daddy.
" [grunting.]
[whimpers.]
[Thunk screams.]
Very impressive.
Grug, Amber sorry she doubt Grug son.
Why, thank you, Amber.
[sniffs.]
Okay, seriously, Amber can no smell anymore.
[gags.]
Son, smell or no smell, I'm proud of you.
Some people are good hunters, others are good prey, but only you are a great Thunk.
[sniffles.]
Aw, I didn't mean to make you cry.
[sniffles.]
Nope, I think it's just my stink.
[sniffles.]
Me, too, son.
Me, too.
[Thunk.]
Bath time? [Grug.]
Oh, yeah.
Whoo-oh-oh-oh [music.]
Ba-dum-dum, ba-dum Whoo-oh, ba-dum-dum ba-dum Whoo-oh, ba-dum-dum Ba-dum-dum, ba-dum Whoo-oh-oh-oh Ba-dum-dum, ba-dum-dum ba-dum
Bom-bom, bom-ba-dum [title music.]
Ma-ma-ma-bom-ba-dum Ba-da-dum [music.]
[Sandy grunts.]
[Grug.]
No, there has to be another way.
[straining.]
We have no choice, Grug.
Sandy got into the jumping beans.
We have to ask Snoot for help.
[straining.]
But, Ugga, he's so cocky.
I mean, where does he get off making himself the town's official problem solver? My problem is it hurts every time I do this.
[grunting.]
Ow! Hm, then in my professional opinion, uh, don't do that? Oh, never thought of that.
[Grug.]
Solving any problem for a piece of meat? [scoffs.]
That sounds like a made-up job, not a real job like hunter or gatherer or dead animal poker.
And what makes him so smart, anyway? Grug, he has the biggest head of anyone in the valley.
Yeah, okay, so he's the smartest, but he's still a bonk face! Well, he's the bonk face who's gonna fix our baby.
[grunts.]
Come on, Sandy.
[Sandy growls.]
Whoa! So, how can I help you? If you've got the meat, I've got your problem's defeat.
- See, he rhymes.
Smart.
- Hm.
It was forced.
Our problem is Sandy.
Nothing we do seems to tire her out.
[Sandy giggles.]
Hmm.
The answer is try this.
[growls, giggles.]
[panting.]
[breathes heavily.]
[snores.]
Come on.
We gave him a piece of my hard-earned meat for that? - I could've thought of that! - Big words from such a little head.
Hey, I'll prove I'm as smart as you.
Just have to figure out how.
Well, for more meat, I can tell you how.
Okay, deal.
[chuckles.]
Hey, stop that! Whoo-hoo! Ha-ha! Whoo! Gee, Eep, that looks like fun.
That's why I call it "fun-gee jumping.
" [giggles.]
Come on up.
[gasps, screams.]
This isn't fun.
[hiccups.]
[gasps.]
What was that? [grunts.]
What was what? [hiccups.]
Uh, that.
That noise.
Thunk, something's crawled inside your body.
[laughs.]
Well, can you blame it? [hiccups.]
It's a very inviting body.
[hiccups.]
Ugh.
Can you tell that thing to keep it down? I can't [hiccups.]
I ca [hiccups.]
I can't [hiccups.]
[grunts.]
[sighs.]
[hiccups.]
Lousy Snoot thinks he's so smart.
Yeah.
It's better to be like us, thinkin' we're so dumb.
I am not dumb, and everyone will know it when they see my super smart new creation, - the "Fly-at-stuffer"! - Ooh, the Fly-at-stuffer.
Can you explain it using smaller words, please? Sure.
You just place a rock at one end and jump on the other.
Then the rock will fly at stuff, like, uh, predators or prey, or well, here, watch, watch, watch.
[grunts.]
[chuckles.]
[screams.]
Is it working? [grunts.]
Huh.
[sighs.]
[laughs.]
[growling.]
[gasps.]
[shrieks, screams.]
[cooing.]
Lousy spider ant, biting my head.
I hope it doesn't look too bad.
- Brother, will you look at Grug? - How can I not, brother? His head, compared to Snoot's head, it's so Yeah, I get it.
Snoot's smart, I'm dumb.
- Snoot's head is big, my head is - [both.]
Even bigger.
Huh? Oh, the spider ant must have - Oh, wow.
- Why, look at that melon.
Why, you must be the smartest man in the valley.
Whoa, hold on.
The valley already has a smartest man, and his name is - Grug Crood.
- I was going to say "me.
" Which is the wrong answer, again proving that I am the smartest man! Very funny, Grug, but if that's your real head, why can I do this? [straining.]
Or maybe this.
[straining.]
[panting.]
Well, definitely this.
[straining.]
[yawns.]
[laughs.]
Well, maybe this is just the smart guy talking, but, Snoot, I think you're embarrassing yourself.
[grunts.]
How? Hi.
I'm the new valley problem solver.
But then, what's my job? How will I eat? Am I going to have to become a work-with-my-hands man? Oh, no! Speak your problems right into my giant head.
[both.]
I want this log, but so does my brother.
Problem solved.
[chuckles.]
People say I'm too loud, but this is me talking softly! If you can't make your voice quieter, then make it from farther away.
- Like this?! - Farther.
- How about now?! - Farther.
- Now?! - Farther.
[groans.]
- Now? - Perfect! [screams.]
My feet hurt.
Walk on your hands.
[gasps.]
This is a totally permanent solution! [Munk screaming.]
[growling.]
Uh, not to cut the line, but we've got a problem.
[gasps.]
Jump in here! [shouts, groans.]
[creature growls.]
[Munk grunts, yelps.]
[grunts.]
And we're saved! - Whoo-hoo! - Yeah! [creature growling.]
[Munk.]
Good thinking, Grug.
[Munk yelps.]
Can I fly when I grow up? Sure, with practice.
Look at me.
Why, I used to be just a regular guy, and now I'm the smartest man in Ahhh! Valley.
- Oh, come on! - Soon, I shall live among the birds.
[caws.]
How do people not realize that you're a complete fake? Talk to the head, Snoot.
The head that's bigger than yours.
[growls.]
Dad, we have a problem.
[both.]
I'll solve it.
[hiccups.]
[both gasp.]
Something's inside of me.
[hiccups.]
And it's very loud.
Well, I, the smartest man in Ahhh! Valley, think I know how to fix it.
[straining.]
Come here, you! Come on, here.
Get out of Thunk! Come on! Get out of there! [hiccups.]
[screams.]
Hm.
Looks like someone failed to solve a problem.
Step aside and let a real smart person fix things.
Hm, let's see.
Open wide.
I will lure out whatever is living inside you.
- Sorry.
[hiccups.]
- That's not for you! Here, beastie, beastie, beast What? I missed lunch.
[hiccups.]
Now, hold on tight, son.
This will hurl the noise out of you.
[Thunk screams.]
[creature bellows.]
[yelps, grunts.]
[hiccups.]
[chuckles.]
[hiccups.]
- Come on, Grug, think.
Think.
- Oh, don't start now.
Hey, I can do this.
I solved everyone else's problems, remember? Brother and I asked for his help, and he hit me in the head with my own log.
And I stand by that advice! [cawing.]
Practice doesn't lead to flying.
It leads to pain.
Now my hands hurt, too.
Dad, please.
[hiccups.]
Soon I may be more [hiccups.]
than man.
- I'm scared.
[hiccups.]
- Scared, huh? Okay, you stand there and I'll make you fly so high, that thing inside you will be scared right out.
[chuckles.]
[nervous giggle.]
Uh, you know, I think I like the noise.
[hiccups.]
See? [giggles.]
Isn't it cute? [hiccups.]
I'm fine.
[chuckles.]
It's okay, Thunk.
Don't be afraid.
Or, well, do, but not yet.
Ooh, wrong rock.
[roars.]
[growls.]
Dad, just use one of your smart ideas.
You got this.
[squeals.]
Uh, okay, this isn't the time I planned to say this, but I'm not smart now.
My head's just big 'cause I got bit by a spider ant.
Ha! I knew it.
I am the smart one.
[hiccups.]
[shrieks.]
And as the smart one I may not be smarter than Snoot, but my head is still bigger.
Who's hungry for big head, huh? [squeals.]
Yeah, uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
A-ha, come on.
Come on.
Heads up! [yelps.]
[hiccups.]
Wow! That looks like fun! - Sure does! - [yells.]
You scared me.
[gasps.]
The noise is gone! [echoing.]
I'm free! [grunts.]
Way to go, Grug.
Your big dumb head saved us all.
Thank you.
I will see you at the breakfast party, my good friend, the flying purple monkey rat fish.
[chuckles.]
Aw! You may not be the smartest, but you are the bravest.
Yeah.
Thanks, Dad.
You solve just as many problems as you create.
[music.]
[Grug.]
Oh, Amber, look at Pat and Eep.
Our two girls, leading their class' practice hunt.
- You must be proud.
- Yes.
Grug must be very proud, too.
And look.
There Grug other, less proud-making child.
We're chickunas.
Bawk, bawk, bawk What's he doing? Bawk, bu-gawk, bawk.
[people laugh.]
Bawk, bawk, bu-gawk.
Thunk, none of the other chickunas dressed up.
Poor guys.
Bet they're feeling pretty ridiculous right now.
[sniffs.]
Ew! [gags.]
What is that horrible stink? The colors I used.
It's mostly made of rotting stuff, all to be the best chickuna.
Second-best would be okay, too.
Let the mock hunt begin.
And remember, I want to see mock blood! [screaming.]
[clucking.]
[laughing.]
[clucking.]
Bonk, hunters, bonk! [grunts.]
Uh, run, Thunk, run! Bu-gawk! [both grunt, scream.]
[Eep groans.]
The chickuna escaped? [groans.]
Way to suck the fun out of this thing.
Oh, it's just a matter of [retches, groans.]
sniffing him out.
[clucking.]
[grunts.]
Whew! The chickuna almost survived.
Did you guys hear that? "Almost survived.
" Almost survived! Almost survived! Almost survived! [laughing.]
Amber admit, Grug son sure make good prey.
[laughs.]
So, Dad, what did you think of the practice hunt? I went all out to prepare for my role.
- I even rehearsed with a real chickuna.
- Yeah, that's great, son, but you don't really want to be a chickuna.
Not when, with a little practice, we [groans.]
and several baths, [coughs.]
we can make a hunter out of you.
[chuckles.]
I can already hunt.
Remember that pig rat I brought home for dinner? You snuggled it to death, son.
That doesn't count.
Real hunters hunt with rocks.
Like, uh, hey, remember that two-bonk attack I showed you? "Two-bonk attack" I think so.
Bonk! Is that it? Uh, you're halfway there.
Uh, we'll work on it.
Nuh-uh, sweetie.
I love a good stink, but you are not coming in our cave smelling like that.
- Like success? - Like death.
I know I ain't gonna live forever, but I'm not goin' out like this.
Thunk, go to the watering hole.
Oh, right.
I'm gonna need a clean under-pelt for after my bath.
[Ugga.]
Ugh.
Oh, that smell is still in my nose.
What do you want from me, smell?! I'm not worried about his smell.
Croods are hunters, Ugga, not prey.
But seeing Amber and everyone laugh at him today, I don't know if Thunk will ever be a real hunter.
[sniffles, whimpers.]
Thunk! [grunts, pants.]
I'm gonna kill some innocent animals and make you proud, Dad.
[groans.]
[sighs.]
Maybe give him a head start.
[branch cracks.]
[yelps.]
[yelps.]
Bonk.
[growls.]
[chuckles.]
We all thought that was gonna go better than it did, didn't we? [gasps.]
[shrieks.]
Is this a trick? Is it my smell? [buzzing.]
Only one way to find out.
Hyah! Whoa.
I really do smell like death.
Sorry, guys.
- [Grug.]
Thunk! - Hey, Dad.
[gasps.]
Slowly step away from those sleeping animals.
They're not sleeping.
See? Are you saying you hunted these creatures? Well, not exactly.
I'm so proud of you! My son is a hunter.
Yes! I hunted them.
Me.
Thunk.
[sniffles.]
- There, there, Dad.
Don't cry.
- I'm not.
You just smell really bad.
Amber, look what my son hunted.
[chuckles.]
Uh, Amber gonna have to call Crood's bluff.
Grug son not catch all that.
Well, I call your bluff and say he did.
That no how bluffs work.
Amber no believe Grug son true hunter till Amber see with own eye.
Okay.
Well, then, Thunk, bring it.
- Uh bring what? - Hunt some more prey.
Show 'em the old four-bonk with a half twist.
[chuckles.]
Oh, you mean that thing.
Yeah, that I that I can definitely do.
Sure.
[nervous chuckle.]
Just, uh gotta get my trusty hunting rock first.
[pants.]
[sighs.]
Oh, okay, Thunk.
You played a chickuna, so you can play a real hunter, too.
Just grab a big rock to look the part, then kill something with your weird stink.
[straining.]
You can do it, Thunk [straining.]
with the power of acting.
[grunts.]
[yells.]
Wow.
Even Thunk baths are dramatic.
[screaming.]
[yells.]
Thunk! [grunts.]
[cooing.]
Huh, he didn't die! Which is good for the pig-rat, I guess, but really bad for Thunk! [sniffs.]
Hey, your stink is gone.
Yeah.
I have to tell you something.
Those animals I hunted? I didn't so much use rocks as my smell.
[laughs.]
You took out animals with your stink? No, actually, that makes a lot more sense than you suddenly becoming a real hunter.
[Amber.]
Amber waiting! Oh, man, so much for not being laughed at.
Wait.
Unless Thunk, we need to get your stink back.
Okay, first thing I did was get covered in pewberries.
[gags.]
Pewberries.
Oh, man, that is strong! It's also the exact same red as a chickuna wattle.
And it brings out my eyes.
Rotten bear owl eggs.
The more they rot, the more yellow they get.
[sighs, giggles.]
[grunts.]
Still something missing.
[gasps.]
Albatroceros spit! [chuckles.]
Oh, yeah, I was also swallowed by an albatroceros yesterday.
What, you were?! Thunk, are you okay? Sure.
He only almost swallowed me.
His spit must be the last smell I need.
Now, to just get swallowed again.
Uh-uh-uh, no son of mine is getting swallowed by a predator just to impress my boss.
- This has gone too far.
No way.
- Yes way.
Not for Amber, for you.
I'll make you proud again.
[clucking.]
Man, he can really run when he's in character.
[yawns.]
Where Grug and his not-proud-making child? Amber time very precious.
[clucking.]
[Grug.]
Thunk, stop! [clucking continues.]
[grunts.]
Hi there! Wanna swallow me up? Just for a little bit.
[roars.]
Oh, right.
[chuckles.]
I should've warned you.
I may smell a little ripe.
[yells.]
Thunk, no! Dad! [shouts.]
[grunts.]
Had enough? Drop the daddy.
I said, "Drop the daddy.
" [grunting.]
[whimpers.]
[Thunk screams.]
Very impressive.
Grug, Amber sorry she doubt Grug son.
Why, thank you, Amber.
[sniffs.]
Okay, seriously, Amber can no smell anymore.
[gags.]
Son, smell or no smell, I'm proud of you.
Some people are good hunters, others are good prey, but only you are a great Thunk.
[sniffles.]
Aw, I didn't mean to make you cry.
[sniffles.]
Nope, I think it's just my stink.
[sniffles.]
Me, too, son.
Me, too.
[Thunk.]
Bath time? [Grug.]
Oh, yeah.
Whoo-oh-oh-oh [music.]
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