- Hey, guys.
Help me out.
I need a name for my band.
- Dirty Sponge?
- Empty Cup.
- You're saying things
that are in front of you.
- Girl Without a Band Name?
- That's not bad.
That's not bad.
- Check it out, womb-mates.
In honor of our tenth
birthday,
I made a little slideshow
with all our old pictures.
I call it, "Dawn
and the Other Three."
- Look how young I was.
Didn't even have my beard
back then.
- And you don't have one now.
- Josie sees it.
Right, Josie?
- I see some chocolate.
- A chocolate-y man-beard.
- Ohh, that's a good band name!
- Don't look now,
but I think I see
some soon-to-be ten-year-olds.
- Uh-oh!
Better start saving for college.
[laughter]
Seriously,
I need to get on that.
- We're just so excited
that our babies are
about to turn the big
♪ One-O ♪
- ♪ We're not babies anymore ♪
- ♪ And we're in public ♪
- Anne, stop.
You're embarrassing them.
[chuckles]
Now, which one of you
is most excited for tonight's
visit from the Quadfather?
- The what-father?
- The Quadfather.
He's the mystical being
that visits quadruplets
all over the world
the week of their birthdays
for a little sit-down.
[laughs]
You see, because quadruplets
have to share the same birthday,
the Quadfather grants each
of them their own special wish--
in exchange, of course,
for a nice Italian meal.
Then on the day of their
party,
he magically appears and makes
those wishes come true.
- So why is he a beaver?
- Oh, you are gonna love this.
- Hey, Daddy-o.
Check out my jazz beard.
- Oh, pepper.
[sneezes]
Ah! An olive.
When did I have olives?
- And why didn't you chew it?
- I don't know.
- You guys must be super stoked
the Quadfather is coming.
- [scoffs]
Please.
We're turning ten.
- Yeah, we all know it's just
our Dad in a beaver suit
wearing an Italian suit
over the beaver suit.
- I think it's cute
that he does that for you guys.
- It was cute,
and now it's just embarrassing.
One of us has to tell him
we know it's him.
- I vote you.
- I vote Dicky.
- Nicky's not here.
Let him tell Dad
we don't believe
in the stupid Quadfather.
- The Quadfather's coming!
The Quadfather's coming!
I'm the luckiest boy
in the world!
- Nicky may not be
the best choice.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- [whistling melody]
♪ ♪
[rhythmic clapping]
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
- [whistling melody]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na-na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na,
na-na ♪
- ♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
- ♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪
[classical Italian music
playing]
♪ ♪
- Uh, Nicky?
Before you sit down
with the Quadfather,
there's something we have
to tell you.
- Later. I'm making sauce here.
And that cheesy garlic bread
is not gonna toast itself.
- Nicky, we're not
making anything, because the
Quadfather's really--he's just--
- Say it!
- Do it!
- He's Dad!
- That's ridiculous.
Dad's not Italian,
he doesn't own a suit,
and he doesn't have
the teeth of a beaver!
- The Quadfather
will see you now.
- You can all live
in your fantasy land,
but I've got an Italian beaver
to feed.
♪ ♪
- [imitating Vito Corleone]
Hello, Nicholas.
I hope you brought me some pasta
I can't refuse.
- Mangia.
- What?
No cheesy garlic bread?
This displeases me.
- It was the others.
They tried to convince me
that you're really just...
[sputters]
Our Dad.
- That's radicchio!
Clearly I'm a mystical oversized
beaver in an Italian suit.
Bring them to me.
So...
You come to me
with a wild accusation,
and this,
the week of your birthday.
- [scoffs]
Really, Dad?
We're still doing this?
- Silencio.
If I were your Dad,
would I eat like this?
- Yes.
- Eh.
If this is how you feel,
then I guess you have
no special requests for me.
- We actually have one.
We don't want the Quadfather to
make an appearance at our party.
- [both gasp]
- But I always make
an appearance.
- It just feels
a little juvenile.
We're gonna be ten.
- Single digits
are for learning.
Double digits are for earning.
- What does that even mean?
- Don't listen to them.
Fresh pepper?
- Yeah.
[grunting]
[sneezes]
- That's weird.
You sneeze just like...
- [sneezes]
- I know it's you, Dad.
- But, Nicholas...
- You broke my heart.
[grunts]
- Tried to tell you, dude.
♪ ♪
- [sighs dramatically]
- Haven't seen him like this
since that time
we forgot to tell him
our hide-and-seek game
was over.
- That was bad.
He was behind the toilet
for 17 hours.
- Dad used it three times.
[shudders]
- We'll worry about him later.
Right now, we've got a party
to plan.
- Yeah, we need something
that really says "Ten."
[snaps fingers]
What about a beach party?
- Yeah, we'll have a party
on one of the many famous
Colorado beaches.
- I meant a beach theme.
With sand, orchids in our hair,
coconut drinks in our hands...
- I hate sand.
It gets in places.
What about a club party
with pumpin' dance music
so I can bust out a little...
Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz!
Unz! Unz! Unz!
- I don't unz.
But I do have a better idea.
- What?
A science party?
- No.
A...extreme party.
With things that are extreme.
- More like extremely lame.
- Well, beaches are lamer.
- Well, unzes are lamest.
- What?
- Why do we never get to see
it?
[all arguing over each other]
- I am so done...
- You know why?
- Kids! Kids!
Hey!
What is this all about?
- Are you reconsidering having
the Quadfather at your party?
All: No!
- It was worth a shot.
- We're trying to plan
what we want for our party.
- Oh, I get it.
Now that you're turning ten,
you wanna kick things
up a notch.
Well, leave the planning to
me.
As usual,
mama's got you covered.
- Uh-oh.
- I've got my fun kit packed
with all my greatest hits--
face painting, balloon
animals,
and everyone's favorite
singing sock puppet,
Justin Timbersock!
"I'm bringing socksy back."
- We appreciate your effort,
but that stuff is so nine.
- [gasps]
What is happening?
- Well, it's not looking good
for Justin Timbersock.
Nicky, how about you?
How do you feel about all this?
- Since there is no happy
in my birthday anymore,
why have a party altogether?
- He's right.
Why have a party all together?
We should have separate parties.
- That's it.
Separate parties.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Why have separate parties
when we can each have our own?
- Wow.
You've never had
separate parties before.
But I guess if that's
really important to you,
then...
I could plan separate parties.
- Quaddle-up.
It was a tough decision,
but we all decided we're old
enough to plan our own parties.
- Sorry, but we're growing up,
Anne.
- Oh, yeah?
Well, planning parties is harder
than you think.
You'll see!
They'll see, right, Tom?
- Oh, they'll see.
They think they're so grown
up.
They'll see how much
they need us.
They'll see!
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- Ow!
♪ ♪
- Wow.
Look at us.
We really pulled this off.
- Totally crushed it.
- Left no stone unturned.
- They didn't see.
- They don't need us.
- ♪ Mommy wanted to help ♪
♪ They just didn't need her ♪
♪ Can someone please explain ♪
♪ Why the Quadfather's
a beaver ♪
♪ Separate parties ♪
♪ No beaver ♪
♪ Separate parties,
no beaver ♪
- Josie.
- Sorry.
[clears throat]
All: Mae!
Welcome to my party.
She's here for my party.
I invited her to my party.
- You invited me
to all three parties.
[all scream]
[all screaming]
- ♪ Separate parties,
same guests ♪
♪ Which will they choose?
We don't know ♪
- [deep voice]
Awkward.
- Okay, so we left
one tiny stone unturned.
- This is a disaster.
- A delicious disaster.
Both: They need me.
- Hup--leave it to me, beaver.
It's Mommy time.
- Ohh.
- Another one, Josie.
And keep 'em coming.
- You should all come
to my party.
- I've got volleyball.
- I've got rock-climbing.
- I've got unzes.
- Looks like a party emergency.
Did somebody call 9-Mom-Mom?
- Mom-no-no.
- [shushing]
It's okay.
It's okay now.
Ten years ago, I gave you
life.
Today, I am gonna save it.
- Mom, you need to let us
handle this like adults.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Catch a
tiger by its toe.
If he hollers, let it go.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
- Yes!
I get first pick.
Mae.
- [scoffs]
She's my best friend.
- The moe gets the Mae.
- Fine.
Ashley!
- Connor.
- Jordan.
- Callie.
- Charlotte.
- Clay.
- Ryan.
- Taylor.
- Since it's your birthday,
you can have
oddly old-looking Oscar.
- Hey, Oscar.
Ready to party?
- Say, you're not
gonna be playing
any of that hippity-hop music,
are you?
- Welcome to the beach, people!
I got a jam-packed party
planned.
First up, team volleyball.
All we need are two teams.
And we only got enough for one.
Scratch volleyball.
Uh, soccer?
No.
Tug-of-war.
Tug-o-no.
You know what?
Skip all the team stuff.
How about we limbo?
Who wants to go first?
- I'll go.
Yolo.
Right, kids?
[club music playing]
- Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz!
Unz! Unz! Unz!
- Um, why aren't you letting
the other boys in?
- 'Cause all cool clubs
have a line.
- But this club isn't cool.
- Are you crazy?
There's a line outside.
- And always be sure
to firmly tighten the--
- Dude, we get it.
It's a helmet.
Now can we do something extreme?
- Of course!
Right after this extremely long
safety video.
- [sniffs]
You catching a whiff of
garlic?
- I am.
I wonder if it's this
garlic bulb in my pocket.
- [hisses]
It burns my vampire blood.
Eh?
Funny, right?
Right?
- Does this look like
it's in the mood for jokes?
- Nope.
You look as serious
as a garlic bulb.
What's up with that?
- This is what we use
to signal the Quadfather.
When we're ready for him,
we'd smash the garlic
and he appears at our party.
- Nicky, you know
he's not coming, right?
- Yeah, I know.
Might as well just throw it out.
- So how's it going over here?
- It's been going great, Mom.
My party's been so fun,
everybody needed a nap.
It's a total snooze fest.
I don't have enough people
to have any fun.
- Well, it is a good thing
I brought my fun aid kit.
I've got just the cure.
[sputters noisemaker]
- I'll have a Denver omelet!
- All right, problem solved.
What's next?
Bring it.
- Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz!
Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz!
Unz! Unz!
- Now this is what I call
a party.
- Yo, Reggie, are you letting
anyone in now?
What are you doing here, Dawn?
- I want my best friend with
me,
so if you give me Mae,
I'll give you a girl
from my party.
- Will that girl dance more
than foot-not-loose Mae?
- Just try and stop her.
- Deal.
- Call me sliced bread,
'cause this is my jam!
- No deal! No deal!
- Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz!
Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz!
Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz! Unz!
- Mom!
- What's this? A test?
- No.
An extreme list of questions
that you have to answer
correctly in order to fly.
- So a test.
- Well, when you put it like--
- Bet there's no stupid test
at Dawn's party.
- What if I drop
the essay question?
- This is great, Mae.
I finally got the party
I wanted.
Who wants to play volleyball?
All: Yeah!
- Whoo-hoo!
- Dawn, I don't think
there's enough room.
- I got this, Mae.
Volley for serve!
Ow!
It's all good, everyone.
Not a party till someone
gets hit in the face.
- Not cool, Dawn.
- Yeah, you can't just steal
guests from our parties.
- Uh, not my fault
I planned a better party.
- Oh, yeah?
Let's see about that.
Hey, party peeps, I just turned
the fog machine up to ten.
11!
[all cheer]
- Those are my party peeps!
- They were
my party peeps first.
- Now they're all mine.
Boom!
[high-pitched whirring]
[explosion]
[all coughing]
- Boom!
Now they're all gone.
- [coughs]
- Don't worry, everyone.
The extreme fun
is right this way.
Okay, who's first
in the skydiving simulator?
- No way.
You spent 45 minutes
explaining
all the ways you might get
extremely hurt.
- It's perfectly safe.
I'll show you.
[electronic whirring]
[thuds]
See that?
Totally still alive.
- These separate parties
are weak.
- Yeah, I miss when you guys
used to have one big fun party.
- It's all been leading up
to this, Tom.
This is not a drill.
Well, this is, but...
Mommy is gonna save the day.
Josie, cake.
This cake's gonna be a la mode.
[gasps]
I'm out of ice cream.
- Sweet.
And we know what happens
after the cake--
the Quadfather.
- Actually, no.
Not this year.
- But the Quadfather's
the best part.
All: Yeah.
- [sighs]
I wish I still had that
garlic.
- Good thing I kept it for you.
Signal that beaver.
- Thanks, toots.
[garlic bulb crunches]
[blows air]
- [sniffing]
[whistles lightly]
- Guys, you know
the Quadfather's
really just our Dad
in a beaver suit, right?
- Yeah. But who cares?
It's still fun.
- Yeah, he shoots meatballs
at us from his meat-zooka.
All: Yeah!
- Guys, we're ten now.
We're too old
for the Quadfather.
Am I right?
All: Boo!
- No boo! We still have cake.
Yay cake! Cake! Cake!
All: Cake! Cake!
Cake! Cake! Cake!
[all gasp]
Floor cake! Floor cake!
[all groan]
- First no Quadfather,
and now floor cake?
Worst party ever, Harpers.
- What did the boy say?
- They're right.
I guess we should blow out
our candles.
- What should we wish for?
- I wish we still believed
in the Quadfather.
- He still believes in you.
- [imitating Vito Corleone]
What's this I hear? You little
gabagools are leaving without a
meatball?
- It's the Quadfather!
Don't be fusilli!
[laughs]
[meat-zooka pops]
[laughs]
- So that was
our tenth birthday.
We all learned
a little something that day.
- It's okay to want to grow up,
but don't grow up too fast.
- Or you'll miss all the fun
along the way.
- And remember, when life
shoots you meatballs...
Wear a face mask.
[laughter]
- This never gets old.
- Mom, next year you should go
back to planning our party.
- Oh, honey.
I've already started.
- [laughs]
- And, Nicky,
thanks for saving our butts.
- Don't thank me.
Thank the Quadfather.
- Boom!
[laughter]
- ♪ ♪
- [whistling melody]
♪ ♪
- [vocalizing]
♪ Yeah ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪