[upbeat music]
- Whoa.
- Let me see.
- No, let me see.
- What are you doing?
- Ah!
- Dawn, please,
we're in the tub!
- Yeah, a little privacy.
- Oh, I'm sorry,
I'll leave you alone
to spy on the neighbors.
- Thank you.
- You know, we're not
supposed to be spying.
The FBI was very clear.
- They were very clear about
the old neighbors.
They said nothing about
the new neighbors.
- Wait,
there's new neighbors?
- Yeah, and they have
a kid our age.
- There's a kid our age?
Out of my way.
Whoa.
You know what this means?
all: Oh, yeah.
- Gentlemen, we have been
waiting for this Moment
our entire lives.
This girl is our ticket
to finally getting inside...
all: The tree house.
[upbeat music]
[inaudible]
- Oh, would you put that away?
She's gonna see you.
Okay, all we have to do
is go over there and
make a new friend and get
invited into that tree house.
- Yeah.
- Totally.
- Tree house.
- I-- I mean not that
the tree house is
the only reason that we want
to be friends with her.
- No.
- Totally.
- Of course not.
- Uh-oh, looks like she's
already making friends.
- Well, they better
back off.
There's not enough room in
that tree house for all of us.
- Or maybe there is.
- Yeah, I bet it has
an open floor plan.
- And smart
storage solutions!
- Okay!
She's free!
Time to turn on
that Harper charm.
Move, move, move.
Oh, well,
hello there.
- Welcome to Edgewood.
- Hi, I'm Syd.
- And we're the
Harper quads.
- Oh.
Got to go.
- Where's she running to?
- Whoa.
She got far fast.
Ah!
[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 ♪
- Okay, what
just happened?
Why did Syd run away?
Do we smell?
- Pit check.
- We're all fine.
But from now on,
we check our own pits.
Back to why this girl
thinks we're weird.
- Maybe it wasn't us.
Maybe it was her.
- Yeah, maybe she's
just not that nice.
- Have you guys met Syd?
She's so nice.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- We sit next to each other
in math class.
She invited me to come hang
in her tree house.
She's super friendly.
- Super friendly?
Maybe it is us.
- She doesn't
even know us.
- Yeah, if she's not
gonna like us, she should at
least know us first.
- I say we go over there,
show her who we are,
and give her a real reason
not to like us.
- Or we could go over there,
get her to like us,
and then get in
that tree house.
- Yeah.
- Totally.
- I can't wait.
- Not like the tree house
is the only reason
that we want to be
friends with her.
- No.
- Totally.
- Of course not.
[upbeat music]
- Stop by the
tree house sometime.
- Hi, I think we got off
on the wrong foot. I'm Dawn.
- You're on my foot.
- Sorry.
- Hi, I'm Ricky.
- I'm Nicky.
- I'm Dicky.
You like fro-yo?
I know a place.
- Oh, we live
right next door.
We're super fun, and we really
want to hang out with you.
- In your tree house.
- Or wherever.
- It's not like that's
the only reason we want
to be friends with you.
- What? No.
- You're hilarious.
- Sorry, I got to go.
- Uh, no, wait.
We really, really, really
want to hang out with you.
- You're scaring her off.
Three "really"s, really?
- Me? Maybe it was your really,
really, really tiny pants.
- Oh, please,
we all know it was
Dicky's overly aggressive
fro-yo invite.
- For the record,
she hasn't said no.
- What are you talking about?
[Dawn yelling indistinctly]
- Please stop!
I can't be friends
with you.
- Sorry. We're not
always like this.
- Well, actually,
we kind of are.
Once you get to know us,
it grows on you.
- No, it's not your
personalities.
- Oh, good.
- It's your reputation.
all: What?
- You're bad kids.
All the neighbors warned
my parents to stay away
from the quadruplets
who live next door.
- Well,
that could be anybody.
- Yeah.
- Sorry.
- Maybe we should make friends
with the quadruplets next door.
[upbeat music]
- Whoa. There's a lot of
activity over there.
- Bet Syd's having a tree
housewarming party without us.
- How did we get
this reputation?
We are not bad kids.
- Yeah, we're good kids.
- Yeah.
We're so good, they could make
a TV show about us.
- Totally.
"Dawn,
Nicky, Ricky, Dicky."
- No, it'd be called
"Ricky,
Dawn, Dicky, Nicky."
- No, it'd be called
"Dicky."
- And?
- That's it.
Just "Dicky."
- You guys are all wrong.
It'd be called "Nicky, Ricky,
Dicky, and Dawn."
- [laughs]
That's ridiculous.
- Yeah, right.
- Who'd watch that?
- Seriously.
- [sighs]
Kids, the FBI
was very clear.
- Mom, are we
bad kids?
- No.
'Course you're not bad kids.
I mean, you are spying
on our neighbors.
And it was your fault the couch
caught on fire that one time,
but no,
doesn't mean you're bad.
And you set up a secret club
in our garage that sent
a rodeo bull through
the living room wall.
And you were kicked
out of summer camp
and thrown out of every
doctor's office in the state.
And you broke into
Candace Parker's tour bus.
Just rented out our garage
to a rock band
and got trapped in a dumpster
at the mall.
And you have been asked
to never return to
De Pietro's Wall Oven Pizza,
El Pepper Pot, and
pretty much every other family
restaurant in a ten-mile radius.
But that doesn't
make you bad kids,
because that would make
your Dad and me bad parents.
[cell phone ringing]
And we are not bad parents.
[cell phone ringing]
Tom, are we bad parents?
- Did you hear that?
We're not bad kids.
They're bad parents.
- Look, nobody's bad.
All those bad things
have simple explanations.
We just need to go over there
and show her the real "Dawn,
Nicky, Ricky, and Dicky."
- You mean the real
"Ricky,
Dawn, Dicky, and Nicky."
[all arguing]
[upbeat music]
- ♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la ♪
[all shouting]
- Okay, enough!
We figure out the name
of the show later.
Right now, we have to keep
our eye on the prize.
- And there it is.
- Whoa.
- Coolest...
- Tree house...
- Dog poop.
What?
There's dog poop everywhere.
- What are you
doing here?
- Just for the record,
that's dog poop.
- I told you
we can't be friends.
- We know, and we totally
respect your wishes.
We just always welcome new
people to the neighborhood.
- And nothing says welcome to
the neighborhood like croquet.
It's the game of kings.
- And good kids.
- Oh, we also brought some
tasty food for you to enjoy.
- In your tree house.
- Or wherever.
- It's not like
that's the only reason we want
to be friends with you.
- No way, we like you for you.
- Yeah, you know?
- Yes.
- Okay, so why don't
we set the spread up
for you
in your tree house?
I'm sure your party guests
would like a snack.
- I'm not having a party.
- But we heard music and
saw a lot of activity up there.
- So you're spying on me?
- Spying?
Us?
That's rich.
[laughter]
- Spying?
More like not spying.
- We never spy.
- You're hilarious.
- Well, if you must know,
I was up there
listening to music
and building birdhouses
for homeless birds.
- Aw, good for you.
Noble cause.
- We do a lot of
bird charity work too.
- We dream of a day
where every bird will have
a nest to call their own.
- But for now, let's
dig into this fried chicken.
- In your tree house.
- Or wherever.
- Look, I'm not buying
the good kid routine.
Please leave.
- Wait, Syd, all those bad
things you heard about us,
they all have
good explanations.
- Yeah, we're just victims
of circumstance.
- Really, you have to go.
- We're sure if you get to know
the real us, you'll see.
- Guys, look.
It's not that I don't want
to hang out with you.
It's that I can't.
If I do, I'll be too tempted
to do bad stuff.
- What?
Why?
- Because the truth is,
I'm a bad kid.
That's why
we had to move here.
And if I mess up one more time,
I have to go to boarding school.
That's why I make birdhouses:
so I don't get into trouble.
I'm sorry.
- We won't let you mess up.
- 'Cause we're good kids.
- Oh, uh, good kids
with bacon dumplings.
- I do love bacon.
- Every good kid does.
- Fine, one dumpling.
Then you have to leave.
Holy mother of pig meat!
- All right, well, I guess
I'll just take the rest
of these back to our--
- Wait!
Maybe you don't have
to leave just yet.
- Bacon wins again.
- So why don't we climb up
into your tree house,
where you can enjoy
a dumpling and a view?
- We can't.
My Dad says the tree is old,
and he worries
it's not strong enough to hold
more than two kids at a time.
- Hey, no rush, no presh.
- Yeah, we'll dumpling
down here.
- Tree house later.
- Yeah, the boys can set up
the picnic table,
and you and I
can enjoy some croquet.
- The game of kings.
- And good kids.
- Make sure you lock
the legs in place.
- "Make sure you lock
the legs in place."
I think I know how
to set up a table.
Why do you have to be
so bossy?
- I'm not being bossy.
I'm being right.
- Quit arguing.
We need to create ambience.
- "We need to
create ambience."
- What are you talking about?
- [imitating Ricky]
- See?
You just whack the ball
and hit it through
the little loopy thingy.
- See?
The legs are locked.
- Ow!
[clattering]
[cat howls]
[tires screech]
[horn honks]
- Who did that?
[grunts]
I'm keeping the ball.
Oh, I stepped in
dog poop!
- I can't believe
you guys did that.
- We didn't do it
on purpose.
- Yeah, that was our Mom.
- That was your Mom?
You guys are cold.
- We're not cold;
we're victims of circumstance.
- If Dicky had locked the legs
in like I told him to...
- Oh, so now
it's my fault.
- Well actually, it's Dawn's
fault; she whacked the ball.
- Because Dicky
can't set up a table.
- Told you.
- Stop arguing!
You guys are worse
than I thought.
And I like it!
Check this out!
[glass shatters]
[tires screech]
[crash]
[glass shatters]
[tires screech]
[crash]
- I'm keeping
this one too!
[upbeat music]
- I don't see Syd anywhere.
- Do you think
she ditched school?
I mean, now that she's
all bad again?
- Just because she had
one little slip-up
doesn't mean
she's all bad again.
Hopefully, she slept it off
and will be back
on her best behavior.
- Which would be great,
because we'd finally get
to go up in her tree house.
- Yeah.
- Totally.
- I can't wait.
- Not like that's
the only reason
we want
to be friends with her.
- Yeah.
- Totally.
- Of course not.
- Ooh, here she comes.
- Good morning, neighbors.
- Yes, it is
a good morning.
A good morning
to be good.
- Speaking of which, we're
really sorry about yesterday.
- You guys have nothing
to be sorry about.
You were just trying
to make me feel welcome.
And you did.
I finally feel like
my old bad self again.
- But what about your
new good self?
- Boring.
Just like this lame sweater.
- What's wrong with
that sweater?
It's just like mine.
- It's fine for you,
but I look better in this.
- Whoa.
You do look pretty awesome.
- Thank you.
Now,
let's go break something.
- Wait, aren't you afraid
of getting caught?
Remember?
Boarding school?
- I'm not gonna
get caught.
So you with me?
We can do a lot of damage
before homeroom.
- Uh, no, thanks. I'm kind of a
"by the rules" kind of guy.
- Me too, but
thanks for asking.
- I've got a spotless record,
so no can do.
- I would, but these three
get kind of judge-y.
- I knew you guys
weren't really bad.
- Hold on;
we're too bad
to hang out with you
when you're good,
but when you're bad,
we're not bad enough?
- Pretty much.
See ya.
- This is terrible.
- She's gonna get caught.
- And sent away.
- And it's our fault
she turned bad again.
So we need to do
the right thing:
follow her around and stop her
from doing the wrong thing.
- So we can get into
that tree house.
- Yeah.
- Totally.
- I can't wait.
- Not like that is
the only reason that we want to
be friends with her.
- Yeah.
- No.
- Of course not.
- [gasps]
Uh-oh.
Syd's on the
library table.
- What is she doing?
- I'm not sure if it's
a whip or a nae nae, but I'm
certain it's a no-no.
[upbeat music]
- I lost Syd in the cafeteria.
Have you guys seen her?
- No, but I think she drew a
moustache on the lunch lady.
- That was already there.
- Well, that's good news for us
but bad news for Mr. Lunch Lady.
- I don't see how
we can keep this up.
I've already been tardy
to two classes.
I don't do tardy.
- Hey, guys.
- Have you seen Syd?
- Not since
Mr. Williams' class.
Have you guys noticed that she
seems different today?
- No.
- Didn't notice.
- The same old Syd.
- We didn't do a thing
to change her.
- Dicky.
- Speaking of Mr. Williams,
did you hear someone stole
his answer book?
- Guys, this is not good.
- No, it is good.
He cancelled tomorrow's test.
Now I have time
to paint my kitty's claws
before her birthday party.
It's her cats-eañera.
- Okay, I know
Syd is a bad kid,
but I don't think she'd do
something this bad.
- Yeah, there's no way
she stole the answer book.
She stole the answer book.
- And now she's climbing
back down without it.
She hid it
in the tree house.
If she gets caught
with that book,
it's "hello, boarding school"
for her
and "good-bye,
tree house" for us.
- But again, it's not like
that's the only reason
we want to
be friends with her.
- Yeah.
- No.
- Of course not.
- Did you have to
take a bath now?
- I was here first.
- Okay, I'm gonna run over to
Syd's and get that book back
so Mr. Williams
doesn't find out.
- Why do you get to be the one
who goes in the tree house?
- Because I'm the only one
wearing socks and shoes.
- Good.
She's gone.
Don't need these
anymore.
both: No!
[upbeat music]
- Whoa.
Look at this place.
Snacks, TV,
feather boas.
- Did she find the book yet?
- Doesn't look like it.
- Oh.
- Okay, focus, Dawn.
Have to find that answer key.
Where could it...
- Oh, no.
Here comes Syd.
And she's got a crowbar.
- Oh, we've got to
call Dawn and warn her.
[cell phone ringing]
- Hello,
Dawn Harper's phone.
- Really?
- I don't know who it was,
but they just hung up on me.
- Oh.
- Dawn found the book.
- Okay.
- [gasps]
Dawn?
What are you
doing up here?
- Uh, I was
looking for this.
We saw you
hide it up here.
[inaudible]
- Oh, Syd does not
look happy.
- You were spying on me?
Again?
The FBI should really
look into you guys.
- Oh, they have.
We were only spying on you
to look out for you.
I thought if I could sneak
this answer book back
into Mr. Williams' desk,
it would save you.
- I don't want to be saved.
Except from that bee.
I really hate bees.
- Look, there's nothing
to worry about.
Ah!
Bee!
- Dawn's fighting her way out.
- Okay.
I think
I scared it away.
But, look, we're only
trying to help you.
- If you really want to help,
hand me that can of paint.
- Oh, were you going to paint
the birdhouses red?
See, now, that's good.
- Forget birdhouses;
I'm gonna take these balloons
and fill them with red paint
and throw them at cars.
- See, now, that's bad.
- Relax. It's gonna be fun.
Here, let me open that can.
I'll show you.
- No.
- Syd's going after her
with the crowbar.
- I'm not gonna
let you do this.
[grunts]
[paint can clanking]
- Ah!
- What is it?
Ah!
- What is it?
Ah!
- We got to get over there.
Now!
- In case they call back.
♪ ♪
- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
- Stop hurting
our sister!
- Guys.
- Yeah, you mess with her,
you mess with all of us.
- Guys.
- I am not one for
roughhousing,
but I will throw down
for my sister.
- Guys.
I'm okay.
- But then what's with
all the blood?
- Uh, it's not blood.
It's red paint.
- Oh, thank goodness.
I really don't know
how to throw down.
- I would never hurt Dawn.
- Well, ever since
we turned you bad again,
we didn't know
what you were capable of.
- Do you really
want to go to boarding school?
- No.
The four of you are lucky.
You look out for each other.
I guess I'm lucky you've been
looking out for me.
- Hey, that's what
friends do for each other.
- Guys, look at this place.
- Yeah, it's amazing.
- Look at all the
smart storage solutions.
- Hey, there's five
of us up here.
- Huh.
My Dad was wrong.
This thing can hold
more than two people.
Guess the tree's stronger
than he thought.
all: Aww.
[creaking]
- What was that?
[rumbling]
- Wow.
Fell to the ground,
and it's--
it's still
in one piece.
- I guess it's not
a total disaster.
- Yeah.
- What?
- Now it's
a total disaster.
- I guess we all shouldn't have
gone up there at the same time.
- Once again,
victims of circumstance.
We tried to do something good,
and something bad happened.
[bang]
It never ends.
- It's okay.
You may have ruined
my tree house,
but you've given me something
much more valuable:
your friendship.
- Aw.
- And I know something
we friends can do together
that's better than hanging
in a silly old tree house.
You know, I used to
find this boring,
but now that I'm doing it
with friends, it's kind of fun.
- Yeah.
This is great.
- So much fun.
- Way better than hanging out
in a tree house.
- I have a splinter.
- You know,
I used to think
you guys were just using me
for my tree house,
but now I can see that our
friendship is built to last.
- Oh, well.
- I guess that's it for today.
- Got to go.
♪ ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪