The Croods: Family Tree

‐ My parents think caves are death traps, but I love this!

‐ What's not to love?

When you know caves as well as I do, they're not dangerous at‐‐

Okay, that never happens.

See?

Safe as it‐‐

gets.

‐ Roomy, dusty, spooky,

but not too spooky.

This is my kinda cave.

But why is your mom everywhere?

Wait. Wh‐‐

I think this is my mom's memory cave.

After we moved to the farm,

Mom said she needed a way to remember the past.

Look! It's my parents before they were parents.

Wow! They're so young.

And hairy.

‐ Guess that was the style back then.

Look, that's my mom and me before I was born.

And there's my mom and dad getting married.

And that must be their first date.

‐ What is that?

And why is your mom jumping over it?

No idea.

But I know how we can find out.

Mom, what is this?

It's your father and me.

Look how young we were, Grug.

‐ That's not us.

‐ Yes it is.

We painted this together, remember?

‐ Nope.

Complete blank.

‐ Ugh. You'd forget your own name if I wasn't here to remind you.

‐ Heh. True.

It's‐it's Grug, right?

Wait, that's not it. Grug's not a real name.

‐ No, I mean, what is that thing?

Ah, that's a bullrus.

Your dad and I, we used to flop with the bullruses.

It was so dangerous.

We almost died every time.

Those were the days.

Ooh! Look at your dad's hair.

It's like a river... of hair.

‐ I had a pretty sweet mane back then.

‐ You know, Eep, I was about your age in this painting.

Maybe it's time you and I went flopping.

‐ Ooh! And me! Take me, please!

‐ Whoo! Now you're talking my talk words, Mom.

‐ Absolutely not.

‐ What? Why?

‐ It's too dangerous.

‐ But you did it!

‐ Just because we did reckless, life‐threatening things

that were a blast and changed our lives

doesn't mean you can.

‐ So now you remember?

‐ Well, of course. Because it was awesome.

Just like our love.

‐ Your dad's right.

We're your parents and we're supposed to keep you alive.

But I know how to make it up to you.

A fun, mother‐daughter bonding day at the hidden hot springs.

Hot springs?

How hot?

‐ Uh, actually they're more like warm springs.

‐ Great. The exact opposite of what I wanna do.

Warm springs.

Fine, but I get to bring Dawn.

‐ I'm in. Warm springs!

‐ Uh, yeah, actually, Eep, I was thinking it would just be you and me.

Besides, Dawn, your mom would never be okay

with you going beyond the wall to the warm springs.

Warm springs?

We'd love to go.

‐ And you should.

Another time.

Because today it's just me and Eep.

‐ And me and Dawn? Great!

‐ Uh, I mean, are you sure?

The springs are actually pretty hot.

‐ Hot? You said they were warm.

‐ You know, it‐it's the warm side of hot.

Plus, it's really far away.

‐ Who cares how far away it is?

Any amount of walking is worth it for warm springs.

‐ Or for flopping with the bullruses.

So maybe we just do that instead.

‐ I'm in!

Bullruses!

‐ Not a chance, Dawn. Way too dangerous.

Besides, what's more exciting than sitting in water

that's the same temperature as the air?

I love warm springs.

‐ Warm springs? I'm in.

‐ How did this go so wrong?

‐ You're out, dear.

This is mother‐mother‐daughter‐daughter bonding.

‐ Oh. I see.

Well, I was kidding, obviously.

'Twas a mere jest.

I didn't actually want to join you in a relaxing dip into luxurious waters

warmed by Mother Earth herself.

Because, uh, Grug and I are going on a bro‐cation!

‐ No, we're not. ‐ Yes, we are.

It's going to be a real bro‐haha!

‐ Well, we'll leave you to your jam‐bro‐ree.

‐ Yes. Enjoy your bro‐asis.

‐ No, no, don't leave me here with‐‐

‐ Ready to bro down, bro?

‐ No! No more "bros."

‐ As you wish... after a few more!

For lunch, we'll have a bro‐becue

with bro‐tisserie chicken seal and mashed bro‐tatos.

Okay, I'm done. For now.

Isn't this refreshing?

We're outside the wall, in the great outdoors,

hiking towards a secret paradise of tepid water.

‐ I'm just happy to be doing anything.

‐ Right. Celebrate the little wins.

And this win is definitely little.

‐ And time for a break.

‐ What? We just left the farm. Literally.

‐ Sweetie, fan me.

‐ You know, the springs are still quite a hike.

Why don't you and Dawn stay here and take a dip in the lagoon

while Eep and I spend the day together alone?

‐ Sorry, you sold me on warm, Uggs.

Do you mind if I call you Uggs?

You know, since we're journeying together to a lukewarm oasis today?

‐ And for the rest of our lives at this pace.

‐ Good point. Let's go, everyone.

The springs aren't getting any warmer.

And break.

Sweetie, did I say stop fanning?

‐ For the last time, I don't wanna go on a "bro'd trip" with you.

Nor do I, Grug.

That was just a ruse for our better halves.

Because we're going to show them what relaxing is all about.

By pampering ourselves silly.

‐ Have fun.

I'm going crowverine hunting. Alone.

‐ Yes. Hunting. Together. Good idea.

‐ That's not what I said.

‐ But it's what you meant.

And I know how we can hunt smarter, not harder.

Instead of going out to hunt, we'll bring the hunt to us.

‐ That's not hunting.

‐ Exactly.

‐ Can we find another path?

This one's too warm.

‐ I don't think that's how paths work, Mom.

‐ If you don't like warm, why are you going to the warm springs, Hope?

‐ Because that's a wet warm.

This is more of a dry warm. Very different.

Ugh.

Why are there so many bugs outside?

‐ Heads up! Incoming!

‐ These bugs are a real problem.

Oh. Hey, Uggs.

You're a little on the close side.

Let's embrace personal space.

‐ I'll give you some space to embrace.

‐ Thank you.

Was that boulder always there?

‐ No.

‐ Whoa! That was amazing.

Your mom is so cool!

‐ Yeah.

But your mom is also‐‐

‐ Gah!

‐ A mom.

‐ No more bugs.

‐ Whoa. And a master bug slayer, I guess.

Where did that come from?

‐ I don't know.

I do know my mom hates bugs.

She says they're like dirt with wings.

‐ Can we find another path?

This one's too buggy.

‐ First, let's agree, if we get separated,

you'll head directly back to the farm, okay?

‐ Sure. But that won't happen.

‐ Of course not. Just a precaution.

Whoa! What is that?

‐ Where? What are we looking at?

Ugga?

‐ Mom, what are we doing?

We're reclaiming our time together.

If we don't move, she won't see us.

‐ Ugga, I see you.

‐ I know.

That was a, uh, test separation.

You were supposed to go back to the farm.

But you're still here, so you failed.

‐ Wait. Uggs, are you trying to get rid of us?

‐ Yes! I've been trying to get rid of you since before we left.

I want you to go home.