Dawn of the Croods (2015) s03e11 Episode Script

1 Bom-bom, bom-ba-dum Ma-ma-ma-bom-ba-dum Ba-da-dum [music playing.]
[grunting.]
[Eep.]
Yeah, Dad! Boom goes the bonking rock! Oh, Amber, nice mangling.
[Eep.]
Baitsy, watch out or you'll outrun that mosquitoad.
[panting.]
[grunting.]
[groans.]
Ha! That's the way to bait.
Hope you can walk again soon.
- [Thunk humming.]
- Thunk, are you even paying attention? What, what? Yeah.
Uh, yeah.
Yeah.
Oh, go, hunters! Boo, things they're hunting! Okay, no, no, I'm not, because I'm busy working on my new shadow puppet.
See? A pack of liyotes.
They come in both angry and dancing.
Woof, woof.
Grrr.
And all I have to do is bend my fingers like so.
Oh, that's not normal, is it? No, but it never is with you.
[exertion grunts.]
And I'm stuck.
Dad always said this would happen.
Hey, Dad, you were right! No.
No, Thunk.
No.
It's dangerous.
Relax.
It's not like I'm drawing attention to myself uh-oh.
[buzzing.]
Round boy need get off field.
Round boy very definition of easy prey.
Round boy? Easy prey? Thunk! [screaming.]
He's he's baiting.
You're right.
Hunters, prepare to bonk.
[screaming.]
[exertion grunts.]
[screaming.]
It's okay, son.
We got 'em.
You can stop screaming now.
[sharp cry, relieved sigh.]
Had to get that last one out.
Wow! You followed all the rules of baiting.
Don't fight back, don't run away from the bonkers and don't die.
Easier said than done, trust me.
Yeah.
Amber impressed.
Grug son natural at being bait.
[sniffs.]
Predators always find Thunk.
At school, our cave, while using the bushes.
That only happened, like, five times this morning.
You guys are overreacting.
[shrieking.]
[grunting.]
Man, that kid is good.
He put me to shame and my name is Baitsy.
Oh, I've been replaced, haven't I? You dead to me! [mumbling.]
[exhales.]
Thanks, guys.
I know I have a lot of brushes with death, but that last one really took a lot out of me.
- [grunting.]
- Oh, no.
Did Thunk attract a horde of angry predators again? Yeah, Mom, I baited 'em.
Hmm? I know! He was really good at being bait.
Talented, even.
My son, talented? That is so unexpected.
Eh, but but but great.
Great.
Way to go! Yeah, but who wants to be bait? Head bonker, that's what I'm gonna be.
Yep, one of these days, Amber's gonna come through that door and say [Amber.]
Thunk! Amber want you back on hunt.
Uh, sorry about door.
Wow! - Me? - What? - Really? - Who's Thunk again? Oh, him.
Amber impressed with what see on hunt, and that only with one eye.
Wanna see what else Thunk can do.
- Lots.
- You take Baitsy job tomorrow.
Even throw in extra mosquitoad to sweeten deal.
I'm not so sure hunting is for me.
You keep the extra mosquitoad, Amber.
Oh, of course.
Um, do you want the bit that's in my stomach or Oh, that gross.
But yes, Amber take it all back if Thunk no bait.
[dry retching.]
Wait, okay, I'll be bait.
Just happy you're happy.
Now, let's lure some dangerous animals.
What's the worst that could happen? [laughing.]
Uh, Amber no answer that question.
[groaning.]
Come on, Dad, please! How come Thunk gets to go on a hunt and not me? At least give me a chance.
Okay, okay, fine.
I guess it's only fair that if I let one child put their life in danger, I have to let both of them.
Let's see what you got.
Yes! Watch me hit that chickuna.
[hunters chanting.]
Two, four, six, eight.
Who is gonna be our bait? - Uh - Oh, sorry, I saw Thunk and It's okay, Eep.
You've gotta stalk before you can run.
Maybe Thunk'll give you a few pointers.
[grunting.]
[growling.]
Remember, Thunk, you no bait, we no eat.
No pressure.
But, you know, Amber have kid to feed.
Let's go get me eaten.
- Come and get it! - [buzzing.]
[exertion grunts.]
[groans.]
Oh, come on.
Even I can do that.
[groaning.]
Son, that's pretty high up.
And how.
It's a super dangerous way to bait an albatroceros.
Good thing I have you to [screeching.]
catch me! [grunting.]
Ouch.
Uh, sorry, but, uh, way to bait.
- [chuckles.]
- Uh-huh! Okay.
Moler bears will be here as soon as I give 'em my signature death rattle.
[gurgling.]
[rumbling.]
Ooh, I think it's a big one.
Thunk, look out! [rumbling.]
Yep.
It's a big one! [cheering.]
We feast tonight, thanks to Thunk.
Thunk, no look triumphant if no raise arm.
I'm so tired.
Actually, I thought maybe I'd take tomorrow off.
[laughing.]
Day off? No, we need bait.
Amber decide Thunk join hunt full time in big leagues.
It's where we hunt the biggest and most dangerous animals.
Yeah! - Yeah! Whoo-hoo! - [all cheering.]
- [grunting.]
- [Eep scoffs.]
Tossed in a pile of meat? Wish my skills got that kind of respect.
[sighing.]
No, not from you.
Just tell 'em you wanna quit.
It's not like this is a big deal to them.
- Ta-da! - [screams.]
Like it? They're from the animals you baited.
Just our way of saying our boy looks weak and delicious, and we couldn't be prouder! [sighing.]
Whoa.
He nearly dropped dead.
Man, he is good bait.
What happened to my shadow puppet wall? You mean your new trophy wall? Add this one to the wall, too.
Wow.
Imagine how many animals you'll have baited when you're Gran's age! Gran's age? But she's Actually, I have I have no clue how old Gran is.
Ah, me neither.
But you'll be baitin' till the wrinkles on your bum look like Oh, here, I'll just show ya.
But I'd rather spend time on my shadows.
Right, Shadow Thunk? [groaning.]
Move, Thunk! [grunting.]
[sighing, growling.]
I'm usually so good at this.
Am I overthinking it or is my grip wrong? Is it my fingers? Should I lose a few fingers? Stop.
What's wrong? I can't throw anymore.
It's like I've forgotten how.
But you, you get to be in the big leagues my dream when you've never even liked hunting.
Hey, what if you take my spot as bait? I could teach you.
Huh.
Well, it's not bonker, but it would get me on the field.
[chuckling.]
And I could stop hitting myself.
Stop hitting yourself? Not if you wanna be good bait.
[sighing.]
You've got so much to learn.
There are only three rules of baiting.
Don't fight back, don't run from the bonkers, and don't Yeah, yeah, I got it.
All right, let's go show those animals who's toughest.
Well, they're the toughest.
That's kinda the whole point of being bait.
Why don't you start by running to that way? [panting.]
- But first, this.
- [screaming.]
Perfect.
You look real feeble.
Now jump, flap, and wail.
[wailing.]
Is that right? [groaning.]
Gross.
[groaning.]
Get off me! No, Eep.
You are the bait now.
You have to submit.
Submit! [disgusted groans.]
Yuck.
I feel so weak and helpless.
And covered in drool.
Then my work here is done.
Oh, it looks like you've baited another one.
- [panting.]
- [groans.]
You sure Eep's ready for this? I'd hate for her to get hurt.
Uh, not that I wasn't equally worried about you.
I'm sure.
Eep's actually, uh, great bait.
She's even baitier than I am.
[panting.]
Time to show 'em what you've got.
[panting.]
[wailing.]
[grunting.]
Yes.
It's working! Uh, bait rules say not to fight back.
But maybe I'm a new kind of bait.
[snickering.]
[grunting.]
Whoo-hoo! Ha ha, my throw is back! Yes! I knew I was born to bonk.
[impact grunt.]
First she fight back, then run from bonkers? What next? Die? This Thunk fault.
You say she good at this.
I lied.
She's awful.
[Thunk humming, singing.]
And stay gone.
Nice job, fingers.
You've all earned a day off from nose picking.
[scoffs.]
That close call.
But Amber like shadow puppet.
Thunk can use that in bait routine next hunt.
Actually, Amber, I don't wanna be bait anymore.
- [all gasp.]
- I know, I know, I'm good at it.
But I'd rather do the things I love, like shadow puppets.
I'm working on one with my toes.
It's all the hunters.
Hm.
Thunk's right.
I'm gonna do what I love, too.
Bonking! Ha ha! Even if it means I have to practice more before I can become a hunter.
Well, if you not want be bait anymore, that okay.
But you dead to me! Baitsy, want job back? Oh, you know it.
You're a real inspiration, kid.
First bait to ever retire while still alive.
I love my job! [music playing.]
As the leader of Ahhh! Valley, I would like to call this meet thing to order.
First, I'd like to thank Munk for today's tasty refreshments.
[chuckles.]
Do I detect a hint of armpit sweat? I'll never tell.
Next I have a bold new strategy for dealing with that super sticky tree sweat.
- Don't touch it.
- Now he tells me.
All right, now, on to the issue everyone's asking about, the smell coming from Old Man Root's cave.
Shove flowers up your nose.
There.
Solved.
On to a real problem the peadog.
This is the face of evil! Peadogs not evil.
Amber call 'em cute, because they not have enough meat to call food.
Oh, Gran, peadogs are harmless, quiet and keep to themselves underground.
Frankly, you could learn from them.
Most peadogs, but this one with its sassy tail feathers and smug "you'll never eat me" eyes.
- It's a dadgum thief.
- [groaning.]
Last night, this peadog stole a huge egg from me.
Or maybe crazy old people think it steals their crazy old stuff when really, they lost it themselves 'cause they're crazy and old.
Hey, it does steal.
It stole my butt.
And that's enough crazy ranting.
Gran, you're embarrassing yourself.
[groaning.]
- [grunting.]
- Oof! [chuckling.]
Grug go boom! - [all laughing.]
- Stop.
It's not funny.
[stomach growling.]
[gasps.]
I ate too many armpit bugs.
Uh, you guys might wanna get outta here.
Or at least shove flowers up your noses.
[laughing continues.]
[chuckles.]
Hey, guys, ready to do some hunting and forgetting about everything that happened yesterday? Well, if it isn't Grug Crood or should I say [imitating whimpers.]
[all laughing.]
Oh, wait.
I got one.
Grug, yesterday, you embarrassed yourself.
[chuckling.]
[all laughing.]
No, yesterday, Gran pushed me, and then I don't wanna talk about the "and then" part.
But it was Gran's fault, okay? Not Grug.
Gran.
Then look out, 'cause here she comes.
[guffawing.]
Okay, you know what? It's one thing to tease me, but to try to make me look? - Baitsy, you're better than that.
- What are you standing around for? We got a peadog to catch.
What? First, gross.
Second, you are not coming to the hunt.
No way, old gray.
I gotta look good to make up for yesterday.
[gasping.]
But that egg-nappin' varmint's still out there.
We gotta act before it nabs again.
Know what? You're right.
Of course I am.
I'm Gran.
[chuckles.]
So wanna talk strategy? Yes.
Please go on.
If you could get so wrapped up in it that you stop paying attention to me, that would be ideal.
Here's what we know about the enemy.
He's as clever as he is beautiful.
So we gotta outwit him.
Or rather, I gotta outwit him, since you couldn't outwit a mud pile.
Hey, you trying to stick me in place? - Mnh-mnh.
- Fat chance! [yelling.]
[grunting.]
Gran, where'd you go? No, where'd you go? [yelps.]
[both screaming.]
Oh, no, no, no.
Get off me.
You are not coming to the hunt.
[Amber.]
Hunt about to start! [sighing.]
Hmm.
Looks like I am.
Hiyah! Onward! [Grug neighing.]
Before start hunt, Amber have quick lost-and-found announcement.
Don't get lost because Amber not in mood to find you.
All right, you keep quiet and I won't throw both of us into a volcano.
Deal? Then you'll help me hunt my peadog? Hm, well, let me think.
Not a chance.
In that case, my only question is why not, why not, why not, why not, why not, why not [muffled cries.]
- [Munk.]
Uh, Grug? - Huh? Oh, hey, guys.
How are your days going? Completely normal like mine? - [chuckles.]
- [muffled cries.]
Uhh Who behind Grug back? - Uh uh No one.
- [Gran groaning.]
What are you lookin' at? Let's go catch that thievin' peadog.
I should warn you, though, I'm not gonna learn any of your names.
Hey, look at me.
I'm Grug.
I'm old.
Peadog, peadog, peadog.
- [all laughing.]
- [Gran.]
Oh, quit goofin' off.
Ha ha, real funny, guys.
We'll see who's laughing when I catch all the mosquitoads! [panting, grunting.]
- [laughing.]
- [groaning.]
[groaning.]
- Sassy tail feathers.
Quick, turn.
- [yelping.]
[groaning.]
No.
I am hunting mosquitoads.
[all guffawing.]
Grug killing Amber! [mosquitoad buzzing.]
Save that for the peadog.
[both grunting.]
See, everybody? I got one! Oh, yeah, that thing huge.
- How Grug gonna eat all that nothing? - [all laughing.]
Wait, no, where'd it [yelping.]
Peadog! [grunting.]
I told ya! Who's the unhinged old coot now? Still you.
But, yes, hunters need catch sneaky jerk animal now.
No point hunt again until it caught.
Then caught it, I will.
[chuckles.]
We all have good laugh.
But Grug no hunt today.
Grug need get nasty lump on back checked.
[all guffawing.]
[mocking laughter.]
You'll see.
I'll catch that peadog and show the rest of you that Grug Crood is not someone to laugh at [yelping.]
[panting.]
Glad you're on Team Peadog, but slow down.
We need a plan of attack.
Already got one.
Attack first, eat the little pest second, nap third.
[sneezing.]
- [gasps.]
- [grunting.]
[squeaking.]
[pants.]
No one taunts Grug Crood.
[grunting, growling.]
- Oh, you'll never catch 'em this way.
- [growling.]
Grug, enough.
Look - [sighing.]
- Look at me.
Look me in the eye.
Don't you see? We can't approach it head-on.
Luckily, I have an idea.
Grug? Grug? Grug! - Oh, no, you don't.
- [muttering.]
[whispering.]
Let go.
My new tiptoeing strategy can't fail.
Oh, you're playin' right into his paws.
[grunting.]
[groaning.]
I would've had him if it wasn't for you.
Me? That was your fault.
You're as subtle as a girelephant with gas.
[growling.]
[grunting.]
[both sighing.]
You can't even take a beatin' right.
Let's get back in the hunt.
No.
If I don't get that peadog, everyone will laugh at me again.
But I can't catch it with you and your backseat guiding, so I'm staying put till we unstick or you conk out for one of your old-people naps.
[growling.]
Nuh-uh.
No way.
We're not lettin' that feathered furball beat us.
[grunting.]
[straining.]
Pull on your pelt all you want.
Wait.
What? You could've gotten free this whole time? Oh, uh, I'm free? [laughing.]
I had no idea.
Okay, fine.
Can you blame a girl for wantin' a free ride? Hey, where you goin'? I am gonna catch that peadog without you.
Usually, takin' off a pelt solves problems.
Ugh.
This ends now, peadog.
Not "now" now, but the now as soon as I [gasping.]
[chuckles.]
Oh, you want rocks? [laughing.]
How dare you hide in your natural habitat? Oof! [grunting.]
[yelps.]
That's not fair! [grunting.]
[yelping.]
[straining.]
Wow, you do have smug eyes.
[squeaking.]
[chuckling.]
[sighs.]
Go ahead, laugh at me.
Everybody else has.
Aw, stop feelin' sorry for yourself.
Wanna know the real reason I stayed stuck to you? You're the best hunter in the valley, and I knew I couldn't catch this peadog without ya.
[exertion grunt.]
So you don't think I'm a joke? Of course I do.
But who cares? People think I'm a crazy old lady and I don't let it stop me.
No.
No, you sure do not.
Well, I guess I should've listened to you.
Well, there is a way you can make it up to me.
Hey, where Grug? Amber come up with new laugh to try on him.
[yucking.]
- What you think? - Solid stuff.
Grug's still tryin' to catch that peadog, but anywho, he found me a new egg to replace the one the peadog stole, so I'm out.
Oh.
Amber expect bigger finish after so much build-up.
Oh, well.
[grunting.]
Oh, no.
Not you again.
[Grug yelling.]
Gotcha! [laughing.]
In your smug eyes, you stupid bird rodent.
Whoo hoo! We did it! No more food is gettin' stolen today, except maybe by me.
Up top! But don't actually touch me, you're gross.
[all laughing.]
How long Grug hide in egg like baby chickuna? Long time, Amber guess.
Ha ha.
But he's the one who caught that pest, while you dum-dums wandered around bein' dumb.
And dumb.
Old lady have point.
He did succeed where we failed.
No, it's okay.
Let 'em laugh.
You know, I don't care.
In that case [guffawing.]
[screaming.]
Actually, that is pretty funny.
- [laughing.]
- [all laughing.]
[squeaking.]
Whoo-oh-oh-oh 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