[upbeat music]
[car horn honks]
- Mom! Your cab's here.
- I can drive myself.
- No. Your relaxation
starts now.
- We love you.
- And we want you to have fun
on your spaghetti-way.
- Dicky,
it's a "spa getaway."
- You know,
where you get massages,
and pedicures, and facials?
- I know. I pronounce things
weird summertimes.
- Just go.
[car horn honks]
- You know, I don't know. Maybe
this isn't the best weekend.
- No, no, no.
this is the only weekend.
I bought this gift certificate
a year ago. It expires Monday.
You have to go.
- I guess.
I just don't like
leaving the kids all alone.
- You mean with me?
- Right.
- No, of course
I meant with you.
- Yeah.
- Don't worry, Mom.
- It's gonna be fine.
- That's what you all said
the last time I went away for
the weekend, and I came home to
you kids carving ice sculptures
in the living room.
- Dad said we had
to be creative.
- You were using a chainsaw.
- Creatively.
- Okay.
- And there was no rule
against it.
- Which is why now
there is a rule against it.
Along with a whole bunch
of other rules
that are in my Big Book of Rules
to keep the kids in line.
- Okay, so when you say a big
book do you mean actually a--
Oh, Mama,
that's a big book.
- For example rule #6.
No making ice sculptures
in the living room.
- What about sculptures
made out of--
- Or butter, or cheese,
or food of any kind.
[all groan]
See, hon?
They're groaning.
I got this.
It'll be good for you.
- You need to go and relax.
- I do. I really do.
- Face it.
We stress you out.
- You do.
You really do.
- You know who else
stresses you out? Dad.
- I do.
- You really do.
[car horn honks]
Hold your horses!
I am coming!
Wow.
I really need this.
all:
You do. You really do.
- Okay. I will see you guys
in a couple of days.
I love you so much.
- Bye.
- I love you, Mom.
- Please be good.
- Mom, we'll miss you.
- I miss you already.
- Love you.
- All right. Mom is gone.
Hey, Dad, nice one
on the fake rulebook.
She totally bought it.
All right.
You all have your assignments:
whipped cream, chips, donkey.
I'll get the saddle
and spoons.
- Wait!
This is not a fake rulebook.
This is serious.
- So no donkey?
[all deflated]
Eee-aww.
- Listen, guys, your mom
should be able to go away and
relax without having to worry
about us
which is why I made
the Big Book of Rules.
- [groans]
These rules are ridiculous.
- You guys are just going
to have to deal with it.
- But--
- Ah.
When you pay the rent
you can make the rules.
- [groans]
- I can't believe this.
He's treating us
like little kids.
- Yeah. We're old enough.
We should be able
to make our own rules.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, and how could we ever
pay the rent with the tiny
allowance he gives us?
He's rigged the whole system.
all: Yeah.
- Wait a minute.
We're going to rig it back.
We just need to figure out a way
to make enough money
so we can pay the rent.
Then we can make the rules.
- We should probably
cancel that donkey.
[hoofs clop]
- Too late.
- Shh.
- Don't answer the door.
- We're not home!
[donkey brays,
hoofs clop]
[upbeat music]
- ♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
- ♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
♪ ♪
- ♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na na na na na na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh ♪
- Come on, guys.
Think!
There's got to be a way
we can make money.
- Perhaps some of
my refreshing lemonade
will help stimulate
our thinking muscles.
all: Mmm.
- This is good stuff.
- You could totally
sell this.
- Yeah.
You'd make a fortune.
[cell phone chimes]
- Who's that?
- Oh, it's just Oscar.
He's got a hankering
for some lemonade
and is wondering
where he can buy some.
- Well, text him back,
and tell him we're too busy
worrying
about our money problems
to worry about
his lemonade-buying problems.
- Yeah.
- No, wait.
We can solve both problems!
We should open up
a lemonade stand.
- [gasps] Of course.
I'll get the lemons.
- I'll work the cash register.
- I'll go to the bathroom.
- How is that gonna help?
- It's not.
I just had a lot of lemonade.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[soothing music]
- Namaste.
- Oh, great.
You're here.
Apparently I really
need to relax,
so let's get this rub show
on the road.
- Just take a deep breath,
clear your mind,
and leave the outside world
outside.
- Okay.
Letting go.
♪ ♪
♪ Oh ♪
Ooh, I feel like I'm swimming
in a sea of tranquility.
[both giggle]
[cell phone rings]
- I'm so sorry.
That's my phone.
I thought I had turned that off.
I'll just be one second.
Hey, sweetie.
I'm in a session,
but what's up?
Uh-huh.
I'm sure it'll be okay.
Well, then put him on.
Jeremy,
put your pants on!
Give your father
his keys back,
and take your retainer
out of the baby's mouth!
Kids, huh?
- Oh!
Okay.
[groans]
Too much pressure!
- Tell me about it.
Every time I leave that house
I'm afraid of what
I'm going to come home to.
- What?
[whines]
Mama.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- I have a large for Natalie.
Nat-a-lie?
- It's "Natlee!"
The "a" is silent!
- Sorry.
- You call this a large?
- Sorry.
- Sorry?
- You know, maybe I should start
calling out the names.
- Don't worry. I got this.
I have a medium for Twrmnym.
- "Twrmnym" is not a name.
It's just smeared. Here.
Um, Timothy?
Theodore?
- Twrmnym?
- You call this a medium?
- You guys are using
the wrong cups!
- So how much longer
until we can pay the rent
and start making our own rules?
- At this rate,
if we stay open 'til dinner...
nine years.
- [groans]
Oh, wait,
I forgot to carry the 2.
29 years.
- Hello, friends.
I think that I'll have a large
lemonade to wet my whistle,
and do you guys
have anything to nibble on?
- Sorry.
We don't sell nibbles here.
- To just anyone, but for you
one nibble coming right up.
- Thanks, doll.
- What are you doing?
- If we start selling food
we'll make more money.
- Yeah, but where are you going
to get a nibble?
- You leave
the nibbles to me.
[upbeat music]
- Sorry, Squish.
This is my reward
for being Super Dad.
Living room's clean,
kids are safe,
and the laundry's almost done.
[bell rings]
It's the Dad-Signal.
There's trouble in Clotham City.
To the laundry room!
Hey, don't even think about
stealing my sandwich, Squishy.
[mutters]
I got eyes
in the back of my head.
- [Squishy whines]
- Nothing gets by me.
[whistles]
[humming]
[gasps]
Squishy Paws Tiberius Harper!
I was gonna
make you my side pup.
[upbeat music]
- Hey, bros.
Let me get a lemonade,
and what do you guys
got to grub on?
- We're all out of food,
but we're expecting
a new shipment any minute.
- Okay I found
six-and-a-half fish sticks
and two day old meatloaf.
- Leftovers?
Nobody's going to buy
two day old meatloaf.
- They will if we
call it "deliciously aged."
- Deliciously aged meatloaf?
I'll take it.
- It doesn't matter anyway.
We're working our fingers
to the bone,
and we're still not making
enough money to pay the rent.
- I wish there was a way
we could make money without
actually having to work.
[cell phone rings]
- Hey, Mom.
Just getting some lemonade.
Don't worry.
I'll get the van
off the front lawn.
I don't know.
I can't park it in the street.
I just got to find someone
who will let me pay them
a lot of money
to park in their garage.
- A little bit more.
Little bit more.
Little bit more and stop.
- This is awesome.
Thanks, dudes.
My mom's gonna be stoked.
- Of course before you can
officially rent out our garage
for your van there is the little
matter of a rental agreement.
Just sign here,
here, and here.
- Shouldn't I read it first?
- If you want.
- Yeah. I don't want.
- This makes me nervous.
Are we sure
this isn't against the rules?
- Absolutely. 19 pages of things
we can't do in the garage.
No mention
of letting someone park a van.
- Here you go,
little lawyer man.
- Thank you, and now to complete
our transaction--
- Rock on. Whoo!
- No, you need to pay
us the rent.
- Oh, right.
Give me a minute.
I just got to collect it
from the guys first.
- Um, what guys?
- This is Snakebite...
- [hisses]
- Skull Crusher...
- [growls]
- And Tim.
Don't look Tim in the eye.
- Okay. Well, just as long
as you pay us before you leave.
- Leave?
Oh, we're not leaving.
We're practicing living
in the van.
Don't want any surprises
when we go on tour.
- Tour?
- Yeah. We're a band.
We are Frogtown!
all: Ribbit.
- Uh-oh. Rule 17.
No renting out the garage
to rock bands.
- Maybe Dad will be so caught up
in making the house
perfect for Mom
he won't even notice.
- Yeah.
[rock music]
♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪
- I think he's gonna notice!
- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪
♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪
[rock music]
- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪
♪ ♪
- We need to get them
to stop!
- Why? They rock!
- We need to kick them out!
- We can't!
We signed a rental agreement!
- That was written
by an 11-year-old!
This can't hold up!
- Oh, it can! I'm very good!
Sorry, but they
have all the power!
- Well, what if we gave them
a little less power!
♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪
♪ ♪
[yells]
No power...
[sighs]
No band practice.
- Hey, that's great,
but what do we do about Dad?
- Nothing.
He obviously didn't hear it.
- Hey, kids,
what was that noise?
- Or we come up with an excuse.
Quick. Ideas, go!
- Rock 'n roll ice cream truck.
- No.
- Army of angry cats?
- Not believable.
- We rented out the garage
to a really loud band.
- Rock 'n roll ice cream truck
it is. Go, go, go!
- Hey, kids,
did you hear that?
It sounded like there's an army
of angry cats in the garage.
- Well,
it couldn't be that,
because that
wouldn't be believable.
- I better go check.
- Oh, you probably should.
Of course
that would make Mom right.
- About what?
- She said you'd never be
able to finish
all the housework
because you're always
getting distracted by something.
- What? No, I don't.
- Of course you don't.
That's why you're
going right back upstairs
to finish all the work.
- You're darn right I am,
and not even an army
of angry cats can stop me!
Wait, what was I doing?
Oh, okay.
[all sigh]
- Hey, little landlords...
[all gasp]
Power's out in the garage.
- You know,
that's probably a good thing.
You guys have been
rocking out for a while,
and you sound perfect.
You could use a break.
- You're right.
We could use a break.
Hey, Frogtown,
take five.
So what's the waffle sitch
in here?
- What?
- "Sitch" is how us cool guys
say "situation,"
and "waffle" is how we say
"square bumpy pancake."
- I know what he meant.
- Excuse me, Mr. Snakebite?
Frogtowners...
you guys can't really
be in the house.
- It doesn't say that
in the rental agreement.
- [hisses]
- I don't know. I'll ask.
He wants to know what kind
of syrup you guys roll with.
- Um, you can't roll
with our syrup.
You need to roll back
into the garage.
- No, that's where we rock.
We're gonna roll
into the living room.
- No--
- [growls]
- He just rolled
with my mangoes.
Excuse me,
but those are my--
never mind.
- Listen, we may not
have been specific
with the rental agreement,
but there still is a Big Book
of Rules for this house,
and one of them
is you cannot be in here.
- What if we don't like
that rule?
- Sorry. When you pay the rent
you can make the rules.
- Oh, yeah.
I forgot.
Now we do pay the rent,
and my first rule is Frogtown
does whatever Frogtown wants.
- [hisses]
- I'll ask.
Hey, why is your house
on the donkey "no deliver" list?
- Well, if we can't get
a donkey, well, we should
at least rock in here.
- Yeah, let's get our gear.
all: Ribbit!
- We have got
to get them out of here!
- But they paid the rent.
They make the rules.
- No. We make the rules.
Follow me.
[upbeat music]
- See if I can find that video
that teaches you how to fold
a shirt in two seconds.
Top ten funniest groin kicks?
Yes, please.
[barks]
Oh, you're right.
I will not get distracted.
I am folding laundry.
- Need to fold a shirt fast?
- Sure do.
- Just follow
these simple instructions.
- First,
reach into one sleeve...
- Done.
- Then the other.
- Done.
- Pull backward, and switch.
- What have I done?
[grunts]
Go get help, Squishy!
[cries]
- Hey, Dad, got a sec?
- Oh, hey, kids.
Just doing some laundry.
- Okay, so you know how you said
we could make the rules
if we pay the rent?
Well, here's the rent.
Now we get to make the rules.
- First new rule.
We are allowed to rent out
the garage to a rock band.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down.
Did you rent out the garage
to a rock band?
- Yep.
- Totally.
- One of them just hisses.
- [groans]
"When you pay the rent you can
make the rules"
is just a figure of speech.
- Wai--It is?
- Yeah.
It's just a thing
that parents say,
like, "You'll understand
when you're older."
I'm older,
I don't understand anything.
Look at me.
I'm caught in a shirt!
- What do we do
about the band?
- Don't you worry.
I'm the parent.
I make the rules.
Just get some scissors
and cut me out of this shirt.
- The book said
no scissors.
- Just read the last page
of the book.
- "All rules are null and void
in the event
your father gets caught
in a shirt."
You thought of everything.
- Go get the scissors!
And run back!
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- Just let go,
and everything will be fine.
I said let
go of your brother now.
Let go!
- Ow.
- Let go!
- [screams]
Maybe you should let go!
- I'd love to let go,
but not all of us
can just walk out of the house
for the weekend
without a big disaster
happening.
Are your kids
roasting marshmallows?
- Aw.
- Over your burning couch?
- Ahh! I hope not!
[whimpers]
[upbeat music]
- Oh, yeah! Sweet screech.
- We should work that sound
into our next song.
- Look at this scratch!
- Hey, dudes,
what's for dinner?
- Whatever your parents
are making,
'cause you're not staying here.
- Who's this guy?
- I'm the dad,
and I'm in charge.
- Well, we're Frogtown, and
we signed a rental agreement.
- [hisses]
- Snakebite says
his dad's a lawyer.
That thing's ironclad.
- I heard what he said.
Should have never
sent you to law camp,
but you got me
to sign that contract, and I
couldn't get out of it.
Harper huddle.
All right, we got to get
this band out of here before
your mother gets home,
or she is gonna be
very angry with you.
- Uh, don't you mean
she'll be very angry with you?
- Of course
that's what I mean!
[rock music]
[all groan]
♪ Ribbit! ♪
- I can't think
with all this noise!
- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪
- That's it!
You think they're noisy?
Wait 'til they
get a load of us!
- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪
- Sup, Frogtown.
- Uh, what is this?
all: Quadtown!
- We're jamming here too.
- All right, guys,
how loud are we gonna get?
Ear-bleeding or
brain-melting?
- Let's melt some brains!
- Two, three, four!
- ♪ Squishy! Squishy! ♪
♪ He's our pet ♪
♪ He's so cute
you won't forget ♪
♪ You haven't heard
the best part yet ♪
♪ Touch his nose ♪
♪ It's a little wet! ♪
[barks]
- They think
they can out-rock us?
[scoffs]
[rock music]
- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪
- It's time
to bring out our...
secret weapon!
- Did someone call
for The Tomahawk?
[caws]
Hit it, Quadtown!
[disorganized music]
♪ ♪
- You know,
if we're too loud for you,
you can go home!
- Never! Come on, Frogtown!
[rock music]
- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪
♪ ♪
- All right,
let's give it to 'em!
- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪
[all playing at once]
♪ ♪
[howls]
- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪
[all continue to play at once]
- What? You too scared to keep
playing?
Quadtown rules...
Are very important
to every household.
- Oh, hey, Mom,
you're home early.
- Yeah, I couldn't relax
at the spa.
I think it's time
you boys went home now.
- But we signed
a rental agreement.
- Declan McManus, would you
like me to call your mother?
- No, ma'am. We're out.
- Okay, let's go.
Let's go. Thank you.
- [hisses]
- I heard that, Jeffrey.
- Sss... sorry, Mrs. Harper.
- [sighs]
- Okay, this is
not what it looks like.
- See, the thing is--
[all speaking at once]
- Kids, kids, quiet.
Quiet.
[whispers]
Mom's smiling.
What are you smiling at?
- The kids.
You.
This is my happy place.
all: It is?
- It is.
- You-- you're not mad?
- To be honest
I expected a lot worse.
I mean,
everyone's wearing pants.
The couch isn't on fire,
and there's no donkeys.
I'm good.
- Yes.
Super Dad does it again.
- Mom, Dad, we're really sorry.
- Yeah.
None of this would have happened
if we'd just followed the rules.
- Guess that's why you guys
make them for us.
- Well, I guess there's only
one thing left for you to do.
- Clean up?
- Yep.
But first, why don't you
play me that song?
- This one's for a very special
lady named Mom.
- Two, three, four!
- all: ♪ Squishy! Squishy! ♪
♪ He's our pet ♪
♪ And he's so cute
you won't forget ♪
- Wow. They are loud.
- It's music to my ears.
- all: ♪ It's a little wet! ♪
[disorganized music]
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪