Dawn of the Croods (2015) s04e10 Episode Script

So, can we just agree that you were both in the wrong? Both in the right? Oh, fine.
Gorp's plant only bit in self-defense, so, Teena, pay him two eggs for chomps rendered.
- Gorp, Gorp, Gorp! - [scoffs.]
This is an outrage! You know my Cliff bites people! That's his thing! I hope he bites you, Grug.
Unbelievable.
The nerve of some I just can't [sighs.]
I can't win.
Ever since I became leader, whatever I say, someone's always mad at [man.]
You sided with the wrong brother, brother! [sighs.]
Next problem.
Amber grabbed this chickuna, but it's clearly mine.
See my mark on his head? Yeah? Well, Amber mark it butt.
Look, do you really need me to get involved here? I mean, how am I supposed to choose betwee [gasps.]
It's Amber's.
[laughing.]
[humming.]
[growls.]
Of course! This is the answer to all of my problems! - The answer is a butt? - No.
It's chance.
[grunting.]
Mom, can we paint the picture soon? My legs are getting a tummy ache.
- [grunts, snores.]
- Not until it looks just right.
- [growls.]
- Oh, stop.
I'm your mother.
This is completely normal.
Crud, you're the expert.
Do they look all right? I've been trying to get a nice portrait of the kids for seasons now, but They look great, and the light's exquisite, wouldn't you say, brother? [wind blowing.]
I'm barely a person when he's not around.
I don't know.
Something about it doesn't feel natural.
Eep, smile more.
Thunk, less.
Sandy, have more fun with it.
Not that much fun.
There! Nobody move.
In fact, stop breathing.
Okay.
Crud, go for it.
And we lost the light! Now, we gotta start all over! - [groans.]
- [sighs.]
- [grumbling.]
- Uh, yeah, sorry.
Sorry for the wait, but, people, I have found the answer to all your disputes.
A rock? I don't believe it.
Wait, no.
I totally believe it.
Rocks are pretty much all we have.
Not just a rock.
This is Chance! Random, unpredictable, in-no-way-Grug's-fault Chance.
See, we just flip Chance, and, heads, I find in favor of the person on the left, butts, I find in favor of the person on the right.
So - Butts! I find for Baitsy.
- [laughs.]
Yes! [whimpers, pants.]
Thank you, Grug.
No, thank Chance.
Now, for the rest [clears throat.]
- I find for heads - [cheering.]
- and heads - [cheers.]
- and butts! - Boo! Boo, boo, boo! [scoffs.]
You didn't even hear us out, Grug.
Whoa! Don't be mad at me.
Chance is the one who decided against you.
You want me to be mad at a rock? I can do that.
[growling.]
- [whimpering.]
- [gasps.]
It's It's indestructible! Oh, yeah.
You do not want to insult Chance.
Chance, do you want to punish these people? Butts, it shows mercy.
Heads, it Whoa, are you sure, Chance? [gasps.]
Heads, Chance demands the worst punishment you can imagine.
Well, better get flippin'.
Oh! Butts! Please give us butts! Are you ready, Chance? [in high voice.]
Buh-kawk, Grug.
Heads, I'm a truly great leader.
Butts, I'm a truly, truly great leader.
Whoo-hoo! Look at that butt! Uh I have a wife.
- [Ugga.]
Grug! - What? I told her I was married! Grug, please come and wrangle your children.
Oh, so, now, we're his children.
- Take some responsibility, Mom.
- [scoffs.]
Grug! Loo and Wal are waiting for us at the rolling alley.
They can only play the claw game so long.
[bird shrieks.]
- [grunting.]
- [laughing.]
Ooh, right.
But Ugga clearly wants my help, too.
Oh.
That's all right, I guess.
[rumbling.]
Uh, why not let Chance decide? Heads or butts? Chance? Are you out of your mind? [stammers.]
Butts! Ooh, sorry, honey, but I gotta do what Chance says, even if it's way more fun than what you wanted me to do.
Bye, family.
I Yep, still love ya! [exhales.]
Okay, focus, focus.
Ugh, hand so sweaty.
[blowing.]
Aw! I guess you'll have to use this rock instead.
[groans.]
No, I need that rock.
And, seeing as it was totally my fault, there's only one thing to do.
Butts, it's me.
Heads, you.
Chance says - Get my rock, guys! - [both groan.]
- [sobbing.]
- If this is the end, Wal, at least we're together.
Thanks, Chance.
Up high! Oops! I just slapped you in the face.
Let's try that again.
- [snoring.]
- [Grug chuckles.]
Great game of rolling rock, guys.
Way to only sustain minor injuries! Mm.
Ooh, bad luck, Loo.
That was the last smash fruit.
Hope you're able to find it, what with you not being able to see.
No, Grug.
We gotta ask Chance.
Yeah.
Let's see who Chance says should get it.
[chuckles.]
Okay, if you guys want to bring my pal Chance into this.
Heads, it's you guys.
Butts, it's us.
- Uh - [ominous music playing.]
Wait, I, uh, flipped it wrong.
We need to do it again.
Again.
One more time.
[gasps.]
Uh, hi, Chance.
Just making sure you know it's me here.
Plus this last time.
[sighs.]
[grunts.]
How? I feel like my odds should be better than this.
Come on, Grug.
Chance says we gotta do it, so we better do it 'cause Chance says.
Blech! No, I refuse! I can't do it! On the very serious grounds that it is too icky.
But Chance said so, with his butt.
Yeah, and you have to do whatever Chance says or else.
Or else what? I'm your leader.
He's just a stupid rock.
- [gasps.]
- [Amber gasps.]
What Grug doing? Grug know Chance have bad temper.
You know that's just a rock, right? Uh, granted, a rock I said had the power to randomly decide all our fates, but still, you are a rock, Chance.
[gasps, chuckles nervously.]
Sorry, Chance.
No need punish Grug, right? Butts, show mercy.
Oh, heads.
So much for mercy.
Uh, we're really just listening to Chance? I mean, now that I'm on the other side of it, it doesn't seem that fair.
Don't worry.
Amber flip again.
Butts, Grug punishment mild.
Heads, Grug punishment worse thing Amber ever imagine.
Come on, butts! Yeesh.
Chance no very forgiving.
Feed Grug to big chickuna! All right.
This is it.
Smile, kids.
And get closer.
Closer.
- [growling.]
- [grunts.]
Look, I don't care what it takes! I'm gonna get a perfect picture, and you're not gonna ruin it! [gasps.]
- [giggling.]
- [gasps.]
[grunting.]
[yelling.]
[laughing.]
[chuckles.]
Gotcha! Hey, those are the smiles I wanted to see! Hold that pose.
Are you sure? They look far from perfect.
Yeah, but now they actually look like my kids, and that's better than perfect.
You call that perspective? - [squawks.]
- [bellows.]
[Munk.]
Yoo-hoo! - Big chickuna! - [grunting.]
[squawks.]
[clucking.]
Uh, come on, guys.
Don't do this.
Sorry, Grug.
Chance made his decision.
But at least all this torment will be over soon.
Oops, no.
He's sharpening his beak.
This is gonna drag out a while.
[laughing.]
Oh, oh, oh, ah! Okay, I admit it.
I was wrong.
I should've just settled all your disputes myself instead of avoiding the responsibility.
But can't you just ask Chance for mercy one more time? Mm Amber not really want watch Grug get eaten.
So, Chance? - [grunts.]
- Uh-oh.
[all gasp.]
Quick, someone make a new Chance rock.
But how we decide who make it? Easy.
Just ask Chance.
Oh.
Hmm.
Well, I am out of my depth here.
Forget it, people.
Some decisions are too important to leave up to Chance.
So, the only question to ask yourselves [squawks.]
[squawks loudly.]
and ask very quickly is, "What do you think you should do?" Uh Uh - [grunting.]
- Uh [suspenseful music playing.]
Mm.
Mm [whimpers.]
Uh [squawks.]
Uh, guys? Hey, what about that speech I just gave? [squawks.]
[squawks.]
- Huh? - Sorry.
Amber survival instinct take over.
- No reflection on quality of Grug speech.
- [screaming.]
[squawks.]
[squawking.]
Well, since you threw Chance off a cliff, guess you're the leader again.
- Way to violently take power, buddy.
- Yep.
And this time, no more avoiding hard decisions by relying on the flip of some rock.
From now on, I'm relying on Amber.
So, Bud and Crud both claim egg theirs.
[sighs.]
Well, Amber rule in favor of Amber! [grunting, humming.]
[Thunk.]
Ferocious.
[snarling.]
Magnificent.
- Those jerks who ate my neighbors.
- [burps.]
[screaming, whimpering.]
- Bear owls are called many things.
- [groans.]
But what are they truly like? Today, we explore that question and a few others, since I tend to ramble, as we travel "Furry Road, The Path of the Bear Owl.
" Bear owls are a lot like us.
They, too, live with their families.
[growling.]
[growling.]
[burps.]
- Including their grandmother.
- [laughing.]
They also invent new things that lead to wacky hijinks.
They laugh, they love they pine.
[sighs.]
[grunts.]
They even express their rich, emotional lives through art.
[sighs.]
Such talent.
[whimpers.]
But, unlike us, bear owls are built for hunting.
Their claws can crush ribs.
- Their ribs can crush claws.
- [whimpers.]
Their eyes look super cool to distract prey.
And their throats expand to fit food of all sizes.
Oh, neat.
And their stomach juices can break down even the biggest of meals in a flash.
Wait, what? Of course, bear owls aren't born killers.
They're taught.
As cubs, they learn everything they'll need to maul me and you, but probably me.
Uh-oh.
Looks like little Beary is a little shy about disemboweling.
- [whimpering.]
- [growling.]
[growling.]
Oops! [laughing.]
Not gonna impress potential mates that way, Beary.
- [growls.]
- [snarling.]
And she is somethin'.
For savagery like that, you usually have to go to the wrong side of the tracks.
Wrong side of those animal tracks, I mean.
[animals growling, grunting.]
If you're thinking about visiting, here is a helpful travel tip.
- Don't.
Just Just don't.
- [growling.]
[moans, snarls.]
[sniffles.]
Soon, Beary and his fellow cubs will be expected to take their rightful places in the food chain.
From the top, super predators, then still-pretty-good predators, then prey, then prey's prey, then we loop back to the top for Earl.
Not to be confused with the social food chain, where, instead of your skull, it's your reputation that can get torn apart.
And your skull.
There's the slobs, the snobs, the mean girls, the geeks, the future alphas of Ahhh! Valley Club, the jocks and the newbie.
Always, a newbie.
- [grunts.]
- [laughing.]
How humiliating.
And on his first day.
- [blowing raspberry.]
- [growls.]
[laughs.]
Now, watch as our newbie tries to take out his shame on someone lower on the chain forgetting there is no one lower than him.
[all snarling.]
[laughing.]
- Especially not the class clown.
- [all laughing.]
[laughing, sobbing.]
Despite being near the top of both food chains, bear owls get along with most animals.
Butterhummers even eat the gunk out of their teeth, in an arrangement benefiting the bear owl, just the bear owl.
And the cycle continues.
Bear owls live in packs called "scaries.
" Each scary has a leader, who solves all their problems.
[growling.]
That's using your head.
- Oh, come on, that was clever.
- [all grunting.]
Future leaders are chosen at a young age, based on which cubs are the most bloodthirstiest.
Trying to get some soogar for your soogar, Beary? - Aw.
- [growling.]
[sighs.]
[both panting.]
[growling softly.]
[buzzing.]
Oh, Beary, eyes on the prize.
[whimpering.]
[yelps.]
[snarling.]
Well, looks like they found their next leader.
Way to fail upward, Beary.
[chuckles.]
Once a future leader is selected, the bear owls celebrate with a party.
[festive music playing.]
All species are invited.
Well, not all species.
As the most awkward predator in the valley, - the giant worm is always left out.
- [sobbing.]
This party has everything.
A smog machine.
A black lightning buck.
Oh, Earl.
Party foul.
And look, oh, there's a party fowl.
[all roaring.]
As the future leader, Beary is the star of the party.
He's offered the finest cuts of meat.
Given the finest grooming.
He's even attracted the finest mate.
What a looker! I'd imagine, if you're into that.
[moaning.]
Yes, it's good to be a future leader.
Most animals must attract mates with elaborate mating dances.
[trumpeting.]
[trumpeting.]
[trumpeting.]
Uh-oh.
There's more than one suitor.
Looks like we'll need a mating dance-off.
[trumpeting.]
[rocks clanging.]
[trumpeting.]
- [quacks.]
- [laughter.]
Oops! Too slow! Seems she's found someone else she'd rather spend time with.
Sorry, boys.
She's taken me away against my will.
Help! - [screaming.]
- [laughing.]
Huh.
Guess someone's carrying a grudge.
From that thing from earlier, remember? You know the You remember.
[growling.]
Oh, mosquitoad, will you ever learn? Probably not because mosquitoads also have very, very short lifespans.
Oops.
[chuckles.]
There I go rambling.
Back to bear owls.
Bear owl life isn't all fun and games and mating rituals.
They're under constant attack from cave people.
[shrieks, whimpers.]
Or, as they call us, food.
Even worse, the weirdos of the species who try living among them.
Cleaning time.
Huh, fellas? The worst is when food doesn't know it's food and ruins their meals.
And food is always trying new tricks to defeat bear owls.
Crashing into them, confusing them with shadow technology.
Because of this, bear owls aren't considered adults till they devour their first cave person.
[snarling.]
Hmm.
It appears the current leader's ready to step down and retire.
[gulps.]
Better find a strapping young cave boy to eat, Beary.
[Thunk laughing.]
Oh, wait.
There's an easy meal.
[growling.]
So, this rite of passage is the only thing standing between Beary and his reign as a pack leader.
[gasps.]
- [growling.]
- [whimpering.]
- [snarling.]
- [whimpering, muttering.]
[grunts, coughs.]
[growling.]
[screaming.]
[panting.]
[moaning.]
[growling.]
- [roars.]
- [screams.]
[whispering.]
Uh-oh! Looks like Beary's having trouble against such a wily foe.
[gasps, screams.]
Our strapping cave boy has let's say, slipped? Beary has a clear shot for the devouring.
[growling angrily.]
- [growling.]
- What's this? Seems Beary won't do it.
[screams, groans.]
He doesn't believe in violence.
Now, Beary's giving a speech, likely explaining the lessons he's learned about being true to himself and not just doing things to impress others.
How will it go over? [all snarling.]
[grunts, screams.]
[Thunk grunts.]
Badly.
Very badly.
Guess that's another difference between bear owls and people.
Bear owls don't appreciate a good lesson learned.
No, instead, Beary is gonna be shunned by his kind forever.
But, hey, Beary still gets a happy ending, as he's found a new pack that's a little more his speed.
He's even found a new love.
Hooray for things working out in the end! [sobbing.]
- [quacks.]
- [grunts.]
Well, things work out for most of us.
And that concludes my report on bear owls and my shorter supporting report on that one mosquitoad.
[groans.]
I now know less about bear owls.
But it did have some fun moments, right? So, as a whole, worth the journey? Right? - [chuckles.]
- [groans.]
Next student.
Okay, here goes.
Obnoxious pests or secret geniuses? Inside the fascinating world of pigrats.
- Ah! - Let's just end school early today.