Dawn of the Croods

Previously on the Croods' cave wall, the world was ending.

But even if you can't count on the sun, you can still count on family.

But...

...what if you lose them too?

Nobody panic.

Yes, I'm hanging off a cliff, and yes, the sky just ate the sun,

but I'm sure my pelt will hold and since the sky's belly is full now,

I'm sure we'll be fine...

Ahh! My pelt's not holding!

Panic! Panic!

Quit your whinin'. I got ya.

You're too heavy.

- I'm lettin' you go. - No!

Come on, you bozos.

I've seen the sun disappear before and we gotta run.

I don't know.

I tried running in the dark before and it did not go well.

Ignore your grandma, kids.

What we need to do now is just get used to living in total darkness forever.

The inside of your head...

...is total darkness forever.

The sun will come back.

But till it does, the liyotes are gonna be freakin' out.

This darkness turns those dumb furbags into dumb monsters

who will feast on our guts!

Wait.

So, Mom, you know how I have to be home by dark?

Well, now I can stay out as long as I want, right?

I'm serious.

Last time the sun went out, liyotes tore off my tail.

Eh, this one's a fake.

Oh, no, they're here.

Run!

This is no time for hugging.

What part of... don't you understand?

Mom?

- Gran? - Thunk?

- Oh, whew, I'm right here. - Huh? What the...

Make up your mind, sun.

Mom, where are you?

- Say something. - I told you so!

Mom!

Mom!

Oh, what if she's hurt?

What if she's hurt someone else?

Relax. That must be her now.

Oh, look. These nice liyotes found Gran's pelts.

Oh, that's not right, is it?

We are gathered here today to say goodbye to Gran Crood.

May she rest in peace, inside the liyote that ate her.

Oh, nothing like faking your own death to teach loved ones a lesson.

Find another chew bone.

Let me enjoy my family's misery in peace.

Gran always told the best stories.

They always ended in someone's horrible death,

so it's only fitting that she did, too.

I'll miss you, Gran.

So, to remember you, I'll always wear this.

I've lost you a second time.

And now, a few words from Gran's ex-boyfriend, Mow.

Wow.

I've never heard Mow open up like that before.

Okay, I'm not gonna lie, Gran and I didn't always get along.

Thank you.

Well, I could stand here all day talking about how much I'll miss Mom.

But she would want us to move on.

Like bonk I would.

What I want is for you to say I was right and that you feel guilty for ignoring me.

You're right, Mom.

Gran would want us to be happy.

Happy?

You really haven't heard a word I've said.

Why, why?

Oh, now that's more like it.

Why haven't we eaten lunch yet?

I'm starving.

Hmm, still no tears of joy over Gran's death.

What is wrong with me?

Whoa, I said "what is wrong with me" and it wasn't followed by an insult.

She really is gone.

Yeah, and it's just not the same without Gran in the sleep pile.

Dad, what happens when we're eaten?

Well, only one part of you dies, the outer part.

But there's another part inside.

You mean, like, our guts?

No, the inside part is, like, your thoughts.

It's what makes you you.

We call it the "stuff" and the stuff lives on.

Well, can we see Gran's stuff?

No, but it feels better just knowing it's out there.

Now let's all go to sleep.

Guess they are ready to forget about me.

Well, I'll show 'em.

Huh? Who's saying "eww"?

Ugh, did Sandy wet the sleep pile?

I wasn't saying "eww."

I was saying "whoo", 'cause I'm scary.

Wait, Gran, is that you?

No. Gran is dead.

I'm her stuff.

You ignored Gran in life. Now her stuff will haunt you in death!

Family!

This is weird. Should I be scared?

I don't... I don't know.

Gran's stuff, should we be afraid of you?

Yes. Fear me!

Well, maybe if we ignore Gran's stuff, it'll get bored and go away.

Sounds like a plan. 'Night.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I have not yet begun to haunt!

Look, object falling with no explanation.

She broke my hunting rock.

Uh, I mean, I notice nothing.

Hey! I was exiting that.

Consider yourself haunted.

Dad!

Okay, this isn't working.

When it comes to weird things, we know you're the expert, Old Man Root.

Thanks for dropping everything to help us out.

Ah, let's face it: I look like a talking bush,

so my social schedule's pretty wide open.

Yep, you got a stuff problem.

I'm sensing a negative energy right around...

Oh, what's this idiot doing here?

There.

Whoa, he is good!

To cleanse this cave,

you must show Gran's stuff that it has no power over you.

I suggest you use a sacred chant passed down by our ancestors.

"Nah-nah. I can't hear you."

Please. Ha! Like that's gonna work.

Nah-nah, we can't hear you.

Nah-nah, we can't hear you.

- Nah-nah, we can't hear you. - Cut it out.

I'm supposed to be the one annoying you.

Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah!

- Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah! - Stop it!

You can hear me!

Nah-nah, no, we can't.

Nah-nah, no, we can't.

Fine. If you'll only listen to this guy, then I'll talk through him.

She's got me.

Leave me, foul spirit!

Gran just wants you idiots to pay attention to her.

This cave's beyond saving.

Get out before she drives you mad!

Phew, I thought he'd never leave.

Well, back to tormenting you guys for all eternity.

Sorry, kids, we can't live here anymore.

I hear the boiling lava pits are nice... îsh.

You're leavin'? Fine.

I'm sick of hauntin' you anyway. Good riddance!

Eh. Wait.

You're really leavin'?

I'm gonna miss this old cave.

Yeah, it was like a friend to me.

A friend made of rocks whose tummy we lived in.

Now inside, it's only Gran's stuff and total darkness.

If Gran were here, she'd say,

"The total darkness is inside Grug's head. Ha!"

Grug, this really isn't a good time for your tears of joy.

They're not happy tears.

They're sad tears.

The only thing that can bring back Gran's stuff is Gran.

I wish she was here.

If we'd just listened to her about the liyotes, she wouldn't have been eaten.

It's as if we ate her ourselves, only less gross.

Oh, we should've listened to her dumb ideas more,

but now we'll never have the chance.

Yes, you will! Come back.

I'm not really dead.

Free me! Free me!

Oh, stupid Gran.

You should've guilt-tripped 'em like always, but no.

Fakin' your death had more pizzazz.

Hey, you, with the jaws of life.

Still wanna chew on this old bone?

Shoo!

Gran's stuff lives there, and trust me, you can't handle it.

Gran's stuff is gone!

Surprise.

I'm not dead, just quite old.

Gran!

- Gran's alive! - Yay!

Who is that body we buried, then?