[upbeat music]
- Lean left!
Now right!
And...finish line!
[engine powers down]
[beep beep]
- Good fake run.
That was record fake time.
- Yeah! Fake awesome!
- Fake awesome!
- Okay, one of you
needs a real mint.
Okay, who had
a breakfast tuna melt?
boys: That was me.
- Well, the bigger problem
is our lefts still need work.
In order to maximize speed,
we need to be totally in sync.
- True.
- You know if one of you
is out of sync,
I could always jump in.
People do consider me
to be the fifth quad.
- Who does?
- Me.
- Look, it's good to know
you have our back, Mae,
but this year,
we are a well-oiled machine.
Nothing is gonna
stop us from winning.
- How can you be so sure?
- Because no one else
signed up.
- [scoffs] Didn't stop you from
losing the last three years.
Just sayin'!
- Well, this year, we're not
going to get disqualified
halfway through the race
because Dicky had to
take off his helmet.
- I was just giving
the fans what they wanted.
At least I didn't keep
pulling the brake like Nicky did
two years ago.
- I saw a squirrel,
and I brake for small animals.
- It was an earmuff.
- Well, it lived.
At least I didn't miscalculate
our entry velocity
on the omega loop
like you did three years ago.
- I was nine!
- Okay, that is enough!
None of you are
screwing up this year.
- Oh, yeah, it's your turn.
- It is no one's turn!
We're going for the gold,
and nothing is going to stop us.
[running footsteps]
- Except for them.
all: Hello, Harpers.
all: Hello, Kramdens!
[all slurping]
- So...you tried to steal
our tire commercial,
and now you're gonna try
to steal our race?
- Well, hold on, now.
We don't know
that they're entering
the Moose Mountain Under 13
Four-Man Bobsled Race.
- Oh. We're entering
the Mouse Mountain under 13
Four-Man Bobsled Race.
- Could be a different
Moose Mountain Under 13
Four-Man Bobsled Race.
- It's not.
- We just came by
to say...
all: Get ready to lose.
- Puh-lease!
We could beat you
in our sleep.
- You mean
in your dreams.
all: Ha ha ha ha!
Let's roll.
[Kramdens laughing]
- Even their snappy comebacks
and mocking laughter
are in sync.
- There is no way we can let
those Kramdens win this year.
- Looks like you kids
are gonna have some competition.
I just saw the Kramdens
dressed for the bobsled race.
- Could be a different
bobsled race.
- Well, I know you kids
are gonna win.
Just make sure
you keep your helmets on,
watch that entry velocity,
don't brake for earmuffs
and...
whatever it is
you might do.
- Okay...
racing isn't about
winning or losing
or who comes in first
or last.
- That is literally
the definition of a race.
- All I'm saying
is it's about having fun.
No pressure, no stress.
Just get a good night's sleep,
get out there,
and enjoy yourselves.
- Well...that took
a lot of the pressure off.
- Totally. Dad's usually
all about winning.
- Yeah. Let's just go
out there and have some fun.
- This isn't about fun!
[whack]
- Oh!
- Ah!
- This is about winning.
This is about our hard work,
and this is about
beating those Kramdens.
[whack]
- Oh!
- Who's arguing?!
- And it's about
getting a good night's sleep
so we can wake up
well-rested at 3:45 a.m.
- 3:45?
[whack]
- I know it seems early,
but it is a long drive
up that mountain.
[boys moan]
- Well, if one of you
is too sleepy
and you need a backup,
the fifth quad
is always ready.
- It's not that easy,
Mae.
You need a uniform
and a helm--
[Velcro rips]
- Like I said,
fifth quad is always ready.
[upbeat music]
- [whistling]
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
- ♪ La la la la la
la la la-la ♪
- Gentlemen,
we have seen the enemy,
and they are adorable.
But despite the fact
that you just wanna
[silly voice]
pinch their cute little cheeks,
we must keep our resolve.
Tonight,
we sleep as contenders.
Tomorrow...as champions.
- If we don't mess up again.
- I was getting to that.
- And if we get
a good night's rest.
- Just once,
I would like to make
a bedtime rallying speech
without being corrected!
Look, if we fall asleep
right now,
we will get...7 hours and
45 minutes of solid shuteye,
which will lead us
to victory.
Good night, boys.
- Good night.
- What are you doing?
- I'm just double-checking
my alarm to make sure it's set.
I have to hear
the click-click to be sure.
[click, click]
Sure.
Not sure.
[click, click]
I'm sure.
Not sure--
- Nicky!
- I'm sorry.
It--I'm sure.
- Okay.
- Dawn, are you going
to leave that there?
- No. It helps me
fall asleep.
I'll put it down
once I finish my stretching.
- No, not that.
That.
You know I like things
how I like things,
and this thing...
I don't like it.
- Oh. Sorry.
I forgot you like a neat bed.
Here.
There. Good night!
Mae, why aren't you
getting in the bed?
- Because my mind
won't let my body move.
- [sighs]
Fine.
- I'll get the drawer for you.
- I don't know, it's kinda--
- Aah!
- Thank you!
Perfect.
We have a race
to sleep for.
- Oh...okay.
- Why is it so hard
to fall asleep
when that's what
you're trying to do?
- [sighs]
Well, for starters,
you turned the light on!
- I was just making sure
you could hear me.
- Hey, Chatman and Robin,
if we wanna beat the Kramdens,
we need to be well-rested.
- You're the one
saying the most words,
so you're the Chatman.
- Or the Robin--
- Robin's losing it!
- Sleeve, sleeve,
fold, press.
Mae's the one
who folds the best.
You gotta stretch.
I gotta fold.
- Ah! Mommy likey
early bedtime.
- Well, Daddy hatey
early rise time.
So I gotta get some sleep.
There's a lotta pressure
on this race tomorrow.
- I thought you told
the kids no pressure.
- I was using reverse psychology
to keep the pressure off.
- Okay, Tom, I don't
think you understand
what reverse psychology
means.
The reverse of no pressure
is actually pressure.
- Trust me, Anne,
I think I know a thing
or two about reserve psychology.
- Anybody else stressed out
that Dad said no pressure?
- I'm freakin' out!
- You know, Anne, if I hadn't
gone into sporting goods...
[exhales]
I woulda gone into brains.
- Dad's totally in my brain!
- Let me, uh, give you
a little taste
of reverse psychology.
Take as much blanket
as you want.
[chuckles]
Now, don't give
any blanket back.
Anne?
- [snoring]
- I'm not cold.
- 6 hours, 47 minutes
if we fall asleep
right now!
- At least Dawn and Mae
are sleeping.
- Sleeve, sleeve,
fold, press.
- Dawn ain't gonna
get no rest.
- [shivering]
[whispers]
So...cold.
- Your clock is fine!
- [clicking] I just need to hear
the click-click.
- Uh, 6 hours, 46 minutes!
- This race is so much pressure!
I wonder if the Kramdens
are feeling it?
[snoring in sync]
all: I've got to get
some sleep.
[upbeat music]
- If we fall asleep
right now,
we'll get 4 hours
and 45 minutes of sleep,
which comes out to--
- 17,100 seconds.
- Yes...actually.
How did you do that?
- I don't know!
But I'm on a roll.
Ask me another question.
- What's 5 plus 5?
- 55!
- The roll is over.
- Eew! Dawn, what's that?
- My foot.
You were folding
laundry so long,
I have to do
my relaxation stretch again.
- If you're nervous...
the fifth quad is here
to fill in for you.
- I got this, Mae.
- Well, if we're gonna
get some sleep,
I'm gonna have to put
my foot down.
Put your foot down!
- This is way better
than a blanket.
Who's the reverse
psychologist now?
- [snoring]
[ziiii--]
- Stupid blanket!
Oh...she looks like
such an angel
when she's sleeping.
Whoa!
Freakishly strong angel!
Whoa!
[thud]
Uhh!
[groans]
Owwwwww!
[cranking]
- What is that?
- It's my backup clock.
- Why do you need
a backup clock?
- In case
there's a power outage.
- Well, right now,
we're having a sleep outage,
and if we don't get
some sleep,
we'll never win the race.
- Well, if we don't
wake up on time,
then we'll never make it
to the race!
So if you don't mind,
I need to wind!
[cranking]
Wind, wind, wind, wind.
Wind.
There. Done.
- Finally!
[cranking]
- Wind, wind, wind, wind.
Wind.
- I thought you said
you were done!
- This is my backup
backup clock.
- Get out!
- No, seriously.
I actually have
a backup backup clock.
- No, seriously...
Ricky: Get out!
Dicky: Get out!
- You guys asleep?
[door thuds closed]
- Don't you knock?
- Well, no,
in case you were asleep.
I need to crash here.
- Whatever.
Just be quiet about it.
- Don't worry about me.
I'm no Chatman.
- Who?
- It's a boys' room thing.
Ricky is Robin.
- What goes on in there?
- Everybody go to sleep!
- Won't hear another
peep outta me.
No more peeps.
I am done peeping.
Sorry, just one more peep.
- [groans] Ugh!
Again with that tuna melt!
- Where can I plug in
my clock?
- You don't need a clock.
I have a clock.
- Yeah, but I need
the click-click of my clock.
- What about your other
two clocks?
- They don't
click-click.
- Then what do they do?
- They ticktock.
They're ticktock clocks.
They're not click-click
clocks!
- Now you're
just sounding cuckoo!
- Oh, yeah, you're right.
I forgot my cuckoo clock.
- No more clocks!
- [moans]
- Fine! The outlet
is over there!
- [squeals]
- Ugghhh!
- Just go fold it!
- [squeaks]
- Click-click...
- Fold, fold.
- We are never going
to win the gold.
- Nicky's gone.
Finally,
some peace and quiet.
I need my brain sleep.
Entry velocity
doesn't calculate itself.
Good night.
- Good night.
Ricky?
Why do you think
they call it a bobsled?
- I have no idea.
Good night.
- Ricky?
Why don't they call it
a Jeff-sled
or a Benjamin-sled?
- I don't know!
Good night!
- Ricky?
- What's with the questions?!
- Can't sleep.
- Well, try counting sheep.
- One sheep.
Two sheep...
- To yourself.
- One sheep, Dicky.
Two sheep, Dicky.
- [muffled shouting]
I miss Nicky!
- I almost got it.
Oh, no, no.
Oh, no, no--no!
Ugh!
[thud]
Found the other one!
- [loud snoring]
Is what I would sound like
if I were really asleep.
- [whack]
- What was that?
- [calmly] Just thinking
about something.
- Are you guys asleep?
- [snores]
No. But doesn't it
sound like it?
- [whack]
- No. It sounds like
you guys are goofing off in here
and not taking this race
seriously.
We are gonna lose
to those Kramdens
and let Mom and Dad down.
- How dare you walk in here
with these accusations!
Is what I would sound like
if I were Ricky.
- Well, excuse me...
[whack]
if I care...
[whack]
about winning!
[whack]
- What does go on in here?
[alarm ringing]
- Hey, not the face!
- Who are you?
- You gettin' up
for your stupid race or not?
Well, I'm not sure
why it matters.
You're just gonna panic,
pull the brake,
and let your whole family
down again anyway.
- I am not!
- Come on!
All the clicky-clicky
and windy-windy you keep doing?
You know you're nervous.
- I am not!
- Methinks you doth
reset too much.
- I'm not listening to you.
You're just a dumb alarm clock.
- Oh. You listen to me
when I do this to wake you up...
[ringing]
But you won't listen to me
when I tell you you're scared.
- 'Cause I'm not!
- You know I'm right...
Nicky.
- Nicky...Nicky?
Are you okay?
- Uh...no, I--
No. I-I can't do the race,
Mae.
I'm gonna have to
ask you to--
[Velcro rips]
- Please tell me you're gonna
say, "Fill in for me."
- Yes!
- Oh, good.
'Cause I don't wanna
have to reload this thing.
- ♪ La la la la la
la la la-la ♪
- Thank you for
doing this for me, Mae.
You really are the fifth quad.
I'm proud of you
for stepping up.
- And I'm proud of you.
It takes a lot of guts
to tell Dawn and the boys
you're backing out of the race.
- [chuckles] Yeah.
It does take a lotta guts.
Which is why
I'm gonna do this instead.
Ow! Ah! Oh,
my bobsledding ankle!
I think it's broken! Ah!
- No one's buying that.
- You're right, I...
I need some ice
and an ankle wrap
to make it look better.
Thanks, Mae.
[softly]
Eee!
- [shrilly]
Eee!
- What are you doing?
- Can't sleep.
Was gonna try the couch.
- Can't sleep either.
Was going to try
the couch,
but now I'll try
the bean bag.
- Good luck to you, sir.
- And you as well, sir.
- Oh, good, you're awake.
I can't take
the pressure anymore.
I know I'm gonna screw
the calculations up again
and lose the race,
so I'm going to do this.
Ow! My bobsledding neck!
You're going to have to
take my place.
- Uh, Ricky, there might
be a problem with that.
- You're right--I'm going to
need Dad's neck brace
to really sell it.
Thanks, Mae!
- Ugh.
- What are you doing?
- Can't sleep.
- Me neither.
- Good luck to you, sir.
- Whatever, dude.
Ow!
- What's the matter?
- I haven't decided yet.
But it really hurts, and I
need you to fill in for me.
Thanks, Mae!
- Ow!
- Ow...
- Owie...
- Hello.
- I could say the same
to you.
- Thought you were
sleepin' on the couch.
- Fell off.
Broke my bobsledding ankle.
Thought you were, uh,
crashing on the bean bag.
- Crashed too hard.
Wrenched my bobsledding neck.
- Mae's filling in for me!
- Oh, no, I'm sleep-walking
next to this open window!
[crash]
Ah!
[spits] Puh!
My bobsledding face!
- Oh, good, you're awake.
You always have my back, right?
- Of course.
- Awesome.
Thanks, Mae.
Get some sleep.
- Ankle is much worse!
- Please!
A neck injury
is a career-ender!
- My face!
[thudding]
- Hey, fellas.
Ha.
Yeah. I don't really think
I can make the race today.
I think I might have broken
my bobsledding body.
What's up with you?
- Uh...ankle!
- Neck.
- Face!
- Ow!
all: Mae's filling in for me!
- No, I'm not.
Do any of you have
any self-respect?
- What are you implying, Mae?
- Look at yourselves...
faking injuries
to get out of the race?
What are you all afraid of?
A little competition,
losing?
- Yeah.
Both of those things.
- Nicky, Dicky, and I
have blown it once already.
- And it's my turn
to blow it this year.
Which is why
I was so freaked out.
It's just too much pressure.
- You were a well-oiled machine
until those Kramdens
entered the race
and your dad said
"no pressure."
Now the only race
you're trying to win
is to be the first
to get me to replace you.
- I believe I won that race.
- I always wanted to be
the fifth quad,
and none of you even wants
to be one through four.
- [sighs]
Mae's right.
I mean, look at us.
We were all so afraid of being
the one to let the others down
that we already did.
- Win or lose...
[Velcro rips]
we do this together.
- So no offense, Mae,
but we don't need you.
- For the record,
you needed me to point it out.
- True. Thanks, Mae.
All right. Now, let's get
that good night's sleep,
stay together
on those turns,
and beat those Kramdens!
- Yeah.
- Hands in!
Come on, fifth quad,
hand in.
- Really?
all: Really.
- Go, Harpers!
- All right,
everyone to bed.
[alarm rings, alarm buzzes,
cuckoo clock chiming]
[all moan]
- All right, everybody wake up!
- Who knows.
Maybe the Kramdens
will oversleep.
all: Let's go beat
the Harpers.
- All right, everyone,
we're leaving in ten minutes.
I'm gonna need
at least two of you to help me
wake your mother.
- [snoring]
♪ ♪
- Oh, the Kramdens' time
is gonna be tough to beat.
- But it looks like Dawn
and the boys are doing great!
- Well, it looks like
they're really staying together
on the turns.
Tom, I think the kids are...
asleep!
What?
Hey, hey--and so is Mae!
Tom!
- Sit up straight!
Show the logo!
- The Harper Quads
are nearing the finish...
and the Harpers win it
in record time!
- No one can see the logo--
And yay!
- I can't believe it.
They actually beat us
in their sleep.
- Come on, guys, get up!
This is your chance
to rub it in their
adorable little faces.
- [loud snore]
- As a fifth quad,
I just wanna say
Go, Harpers!
♪ They won, they beat ya ♪
♪ They sleeping,
but they beat ya ♪
♪ They won, they beat you ♪
♪ They sleepin',
but they beat you ♪
♪ They won, they beat you ♪
♪ They sleepin',
but they beat you, mmm ♪
♪ They won, they beat you ♪
♪ They sleepin', but they-- ♪
Beat you.
They beat you.
[upbeat music]
- [whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪