The Croods: Family Tree

‐ Whoa!

Yeah!

Woo‐hoo‐hoo!

Whoo!

And that's crowverine gliding.

‐ No!

This is crowverine gliding.

Boost me!

Yeah! Woo‐hoo!

Crow big or crow home!

Crow no! I'm losing my grip!

‐ Hang on!

‐ Oh, crow is me!

‐ Gotcha!

That was awesome!

Nothing like a little Midnight Mayhem

to make the thing in your chest thump.

‐ Mine is thumping like it wants to escape.

‐ Nice!

The thumpier the better.

But we better get back before everyone wakes up.

Glide you later, crowverine.

Guy‐Boy, where are you?

‐ Right here.

Sorry.

Didn't mean to scare you.

‐ How did you do that?

‐ It's all smoke and mirrors!

Literally. I used smoke and mirrors.

‐ Nice! So no one knows we left for Midnight Mayhem?

‐ Have I ever let you down?

When I cover for you, you're covered.

Hop in.

‐ Guy‐Boy, you've outdone yourself.

‐ Aw, it's nothing.

Just some wigs I made,

some strategically‐placed food

and a few dry runs with Belt, Sash and Douglas.

‐ Yeah, but what do you mean by,

"There's no berry cakes for breakfast"?

‐ Is that a real question?

‐ Berry cakes for me, please.

‐ Dawn, weren't you listening?

There are no berry cakes because they were stolen.

‐ No, we heard because we definitely didn't just get here.

‐ Uh, but just in case someone else wasn't listening, like Gran‐‐

‐ Because we don't need men!

Oh. I'm here. What's for breakfast?

‐ Can we do a quick recap?

‐ Sure. The punch monkeys are stealing food

from the kitchen, the fields, everywhere.

And that's about it.

‐ Eh, we needed to cut back on food anyway.

Eatin' makes you soft.

Got a story to prove it.

Many moons ago‐‐

‐ Now isn't the time for one of your long stories, Gran.

Now is the time for vengeance

against those insufferable, fist‐wielding beasts!

‐ Right. That's why I'm gonna find 'em and grind 'em!

Hey!

‐ I'm afraid this task requires a more sophisticated approach,

free of simpleminded rhymes.

Namely, my approach.

Hey!

‐ Why don't we just talk to them?

‐ Talk? To simians who communicate through pugilistic violence?

An exercise in futility.

Thankfully, I've got a better idea.

I'll invent a brilliant trap to catch the punch monkeys.

‐ And I've got a better idea than his idea.

I'll catch them with my bare hands.

‐ And I've got an even better idea.

Use your words.

Words solve more problems than violence.

‐ First one to catch a punch monkey gets to sleep in a bed.

‐ You're always welcome to sleep in a bed, but you're on.

‐ Hate to not eat and run,

but Dawn and I have a big day ahead of us, right, Dawn?

‐ Yep. A big, quiet, not dangerous in any way day.

Let's go!

‐ Dawn! ‐ Gah!

‐ Sorry. I know you got spooked by that crowverine last night,

and me just now,

but I've got a great idea for Midnight Mayhem.

Two words, cave collapse.

‐ Falling rocks, stale air, no light,

tempting but I think I'll pass.

‐ What about sand swimming?

And by sand, I mean quicksand.

And by swimming, I mean trying not to sink.

‐ Buried alive?

Love it.

But maybe another time?

‐ You're right.

Keep it simple.

When's the last time you were in a volcano?

‐ I'm not really in a lava mood.

‐ Okay. I hear you.

You had a near miss and you wanna e‐e‐ease back into action.

I know just the thing.

Branch bounce?

‐ Yeah, it's easy. I'll go first.

‐ You call that a branch bounce?

‐ Uh‐oh.

Gran, are you okay?

‐ Eh, if your joints ain't crackin', you must be slackin'.

‐ Okay, Dawn, your turn.

‐ Great.

Because I wasn't hoping you'd forget about me.

Here I go.

Yes. Branch bounce.

So much fun.

‐ What's wrong with other girl who lives here?

‐ Uh, Dawn had a close call last night.

‐ It's no big deal.

I almost went splat for the very last time.

That's all.

‐ Huh. Lost your grrr, huh?

‐ "Grrr"? What's that?

‐ You ever had a fire in your belly?

‐ Sure.

One time I ate some lava peppers‐‐

‐ Not that kind of fire.

I'm talkin' about a fire that never stops burnin'.

A fire that keeps you goin' when you wanna quit.

But not a fire.

That's grrr!

Get it?

‐ So grrr is courage?

‐ Exactly.

Many moons ago,

a close friend of mine named, uh, uh‐‐

Who remembers names?

Anyway, she lost her grrr.

So she climbed to the top of Grrr Mountain

to get her grrr back!

The end.

‐ That's it? Wow.

That's a lot shorter than your usual stories.

‐ Uh, yeah, it is, isn't it?

‐ But it has everything we need to get Dawn's grrr back.

‐ It does?

‐ Yeah!

All we have to do is climb to the top of Grrr Mountain

and, boom, you've got grrr.

Thanks, Gran.

‐ It was nice knowing you, Gran.

‐ Feel like I'm forgetting an important part of that story.

Eh, I'm sure it doesn't matter.

‐ This is your idea to catch punch monkeys?

Papaynapple juice?

I know they love papaynapple but‐‐

‐ No, that's merely the bait.

When those furry‐faced filchers, thirsty from thievery,

reach for this cup of papaynapple juice,

it will trigger an elaborate network of vines

that will sweep them into the trees,

immobilizing them, paw and foot, in vine cuffs.

‐ Pfft, punch monkeys won't fall for this.

‐ Of course they will.

They're almost as mindless as you.

Now watch and weep.

‐ Hey, uh, what are you guys doing?

‐ Your father is existing

and I'm trapping punch monkeys.

‐ Like the ones right behind you?

Oh! No!

They ruined my trap.

Quickly, I need to fix this before‐‐

Ohh!

Those mischievous miscreants turned my own trap against me.

How?

‐ Because you brought farm smarts to a jungle brawl.

But I'm gonna stop those monkeys with my inner beast.

‐ How is that different from your outer beast?

‐ Oh, if you guys wanna get rid of punch monkeys,

all you gotta do is‐‐

Not now, Thunk!

Get me down!

Thank you.

If your parents catch us

climbing Grrr Mountain,

they'll freak out.

So we need some help.

‐ Or maybe my parents have a point.

‐ Ha, good one.

Now let's go ask Guy to cover for us.

I'd love to.

‐ Sorry, Guy‐Boy. Reflex.

‐ Yep. My fault.

Oh, so, Grrr Mountain, huh?

A little mid‐day mayhem?

Hmm, short notice, high stakes,

but I got ya covered.

I just need wood. Lots of wood.

‐ Guy‐Boy, you want us to get inside that?

Yes.

Because that's the last place anyone would ever look for you.

‐ He's right. I'd never look for us in there.