Dawn of the Croods

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.