♪[whistling]
♪
♪ One, two, three, four ♪
♪ La la la la, la la la la ♪
♪
♪ La la la la ♪
♪[whistling]
[hen clucks]
Hmm?
( Cricket laughing )
Oh, hi there.
We're your new neighbors.
My name's Cricket. Cricket Green.
( groans )
Hey, where ya goin'?
Oh, okay, you're busy. That's fine.
Hm. Well, stop by any time.
Cricket, what are ya doin', boy?
Have you lost your mind?
Now, Dad, I can explain.
At first, I was mowin' the lawn.
- Then, I was mowin' other lawns. - MAN: Fore!
Then it just kinda got out of hand.
Honestly, I don't know how I made it back here.
Tilly, ya all right?
I have seen danger...
and I love it.
Listen, kids, I know it's been difficult
adjustin' to city life,
but we've got neighbors to consider now.
Oh, hi, Mrs. Lewis.
Clean up your junky yard, ya hillbilly!
The point is, folks don't know us yet,
so we wanna make a good impression.
A good impression.
Dad, consider it done.
Attaboy.
( metallic clanking )
Son, again?
Aw, man, I'm sorry. My bad.
I was tryin' to catch a bear.
- Hmm. - What?
Dad wants us to make a good impression around here.
Tilly, what's the most impressive thing you can think of?
Uh, chocolate volcano.
No, we need something that makes your eyes go wide,
and your heart beat fast.
Uh... uh... a vanilla volcano.
No.
Hmm. We're gonna launch a chicken
into outer space.
Really?
We are gonna launch a chicken
into space.
Papa's gonna be thrilled.
We are gonna launch a chicken
- into outer space! - Whoo!
( whining )
Initiate launch sequence.
Dang it. We're gonna need more manpower.
( whistling )
- Hey, kid! - Hm? Me?
Yeah, you. Wanna help us launch a chicken into space?
Oh, well, I'm not sure my parents would approve.
Well, I don't see your parents around. You in?
Violin lessons be darned!
Welcome aboard. I'm Cricket, and this here's Tilly.
This here's Remy... I mean, I'm Remy.
We need a better propulsion system.
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh.
Yes, Remy?
What about a really big slingshot?
Bingo-bango. I know just the thing.
Holy cow.
( moos )
( snoring )
Won't your gramma be mad that we're sneaking around her room?
No, it's no problem.
Oh, good.
Unless we get caught. She's got a sword.
- Wait, what? - I'll stand guard.
( snoring )
Sh!
Sorry. I...
( whimpering )
Ah, Cricket, I broke your gramma's leg off.
Oh, relax. It's been broken off for years.
Check it out, Remy. These'll be perfect.
Nice and stretchy.
My chatchkes.
Show yourselves, bandits!
Gramma, it's just me.
Don't sword me.
Boys, that's two counts of trespassing.
You two rascals are gonna have to pay the ultimate price!
What's the ultimate price?
Kisses.
- Oh, Gramma. - Kisses!
Your little friend, too.
Uh, okay.
A little sugar. Now get outta here, ya imps!
Here's your leg back.
Okay, so I just point it towards space, right?
Aim really, really high.
And tell the chicken you believe in her.
That's silly, and I ain't doin' it.
( whispers ) I believe in you.
I hope everyone is watching,
'cause I'm about to launch a chicken into space.
Pretty impressive.
After the chicken, can I get a turn?
Tilly, this is science, not a ride.
I'll still take a turn.
T minus ten, nine,
eight, seven...
Hey, did anyone see that?
I can't decide between chicken or fish.
Ooh. Not good.
Hello... oh, boy.
I didn't do nothin', I swear.
Is this yours?
He thought it would be fun
to launch a wild animal into our cafe.
Well, it's not fun.
There was a chicken in my chicken salad,
and he ate some of it.
Oh, great. So now it's a cannibal.
So sorry. I'll--
Keep the animals on your side of the fence.
That includes little... what's-his-name.
My name's Cricket. I'm your new neighbor.
Son, this is exactly what I'm talkin' about.
For the rest of the day,
I want you to stay out of sight, in your room.
What? You're jokin'.
I ain't jokin', son.
Just please go to your room.
You're serious? I can't believe it.
- Mmm. - All right, I'm goin'.
I'll give you one last chance to change--
- Cricket!! - Right.
Um, excuse me. Do you want me to go to Cricket's room as well?
- Mm. - I'll just go.
Who the heck is that?
REMY: So this is your room. Hm.
Hmm. It's nice.
Yeah, it's all right.
Hard to sleep at night with all the traffic noise.
( sighs )
What was I thinkin', tryin' to launch a chicken
into space? It's so stupid.
I'm never gonna impress this city.
I don't think it's stupid.
I'd never even think to do something like that.
- Really? - Yeah.
I mean, I don't know anyone who owns a raccoon skull.
And is that a homemade dart board?
And... and... and you got this thing.
Whoa! Actually, this is a little scary.
But it's also pretty dang impressive.
That rocket will give us plenty of power
to launch this here chicken into the great unknown.
- Tilly. - Huh?
Two things. One, you gotta stop day sleepin'.
And two, you ready to be a part of history?
I guess.
But how are we gonna sneak outta your room without your dad seeing?
Bingo-bango.
Whoa! A secret exit.
Doesn't your room get cold at night?
Oh, very much so.
Go, go, go. Hurry up.
Okay, let's do this.
My fellow neighbors,
may I have your attention, please?
You are about to witness something you will never forget.
I, Cricket Green,
will launch this chicken into outer space!
Gather round. Don't be a stranger.
Mommy, let's go watch the chicken rocket.
Okay, you, I guess this is good-bye.
I'll be waitin' right here for you when you get back.
Oh, and take these.
For your re-entry.
Remy, initiate the launch sequence.
You have goggles? Should I have goggles?
( nervous squawking )
Here comes blastoff.
( cheering )
Well, that was uneventful.
What the heck happened?
It must've been a dud.
All right, everyone, move on.
There is literally nothing to see here.
Oh, no, we're losin' 'em. Plan B!
Come on, girls, move those chicken legs.
Move, move, move.
We ain't impressin' anyone till we get a chicken into space.
Ten, nine, oh, heck. Blastoff!
Huh?
It's not high enough, Cricket.
We just gotta keep tryin'.
Cricket, we've got a problem.
I know. These dang chickens
can't seem to break free of the atmosphere.
No. I mean, well, look.
My eyes! He's pecking out my eyes!
Just a little higher. We're almost there.
Oh, my gosh!
Cricket.
Hey, outta chickens. We'll just have to...
- Hey, come check this out. - Cool.
Cricket, you're stretching it too far.
This is our last chance. We gotta make it count.
I still believe in you.
Oh, my gosh, we did it!
Ha ha, we did it! ( laughing )
He actually did it.
Cricket, I told you to stay in your...
What the heck happened out here?
We did it, Dad, just like you asked.
What are you talkin' about?
What are the neighbors gonna think?
That was awesome. You guys are awesome.
See ya tomorrow.
( laughing )
Well, whatever you did, Cricket,
I guess it made a good impression.
Next time, try to cause less damage.
Oh, yeah, we did pretty good, huh?
I gotcha now. I gotcha.
Excuse me. May I also join in the roughhousing?
( all laughing )
( metallic clanking )
DAD: Oh! Another bear trap?
CRICKET: Oh, you're hurtin' now, but you'll thank me
when the city's overrun with grizzlies.
Cricket!!
( squawks )
tyBig Oh, boy, I can't wait for tonight--
-our first family Steak Night in the big city! -[all] Whoo!
And even though the food's three times more expensive here,
nothin's more important than family tradition.
But seriously, I spent Cricket's college savings in there.
I never planned on goin'.
What's your favorite part of Steak Night, Tilly?
Well, Cricket, where do I start?
I'd have to say... the steaks.
-The steaks! -Uh, I'm gonna have to go with the steaks.
'Cause it ain't Steak Night without the steaks!
Wait, how'd you get those?
Can I hold 'em? Can I, Dad?
Steaks are the heart of Steak Night. righBut be c.
I'll care for 'em like my own precious meat babies. [kiss]
Oh, wow, it's gettin' late. We gotta get home.
Hey, Dad, look. Let's take the subway.
That'll save us a bunch of time.
Good idea. Can't be that complicated, right?
-Yeah! -Yay!
-Subway! Subway! Subway! -Subway! Subway! Subway!
Sub-won't!
That subway's no good!
And full of hidden dangers.
Nothin' good ever comes from being underground!
The only way you're gonna get me down
that slimy old crime hole
is if you drag me kickin' and screamin'!
Oh, you did. Well, heck.
Aw, come on, Ma.
The subway's not that bad. Look! The kids are into it.
Dang! Would you look at this place?
It's like a whole underground city, Tilly.
Let's show these steaks around.
I'll bet they'd love that.
I told you to get the extra-large mice.
Careful, steaks. The people here can commune with reptiles.
[hissing]
-Aaah! -Oh. He likes you.
This traveler's storing water
for a long, sad, lonely journey underground.
Don't worry. I'm 90% sure he's just sleepin'.
-[screams] -Aaah!
And this is where they harvest
their stretchy candy.
Mmm-yeah...
[giggling]
Huh? Oh! Hello.
[squeaking]
What's that?
You want me to be your fearless leader?
I graciously accept.
Kids! Come on, stay close! Now, let's see here.
But Dad, I'm lookin' around with Tilly and the steaks!
-Ooh. - ♪[hip-hop beat]
-Whoo! -Wow! -Wicked!
Oh, my gosh. An underground hoedown!
My turn!
♪[bluegrass]
[all cheering]
Hey, you're pretty good.
But can you do...this?
♪[robotic beat]
[making robot noises]
Oh. Ah. Gosh!
He's a robot wearing the skin of a human!
Stay back! I'll handle this menace!
[Bill] Cricket!
Hurry! The train's here.
-But Dad, he's a robot! -Cricket! Now!
[groans] Fine.
This isn't over...
[P.A.] Next stop, Tenth Street Station.
Tricky robot man thinks he can pull one over-- Wait.
The steaks!
This train is now departing.
Nooo!!!
So, how do you want your steaks cooked tonight?
I'd like mine extra-well done.
Rarer than rare!
Like a diamond...of meat.
Sheesh, I'm so hungry
I might just eat mine raw!
Chomp! Chomp! Chomp!
-[Gramma laughing] -I'll do it! Bring me my steak!
[all laughing]
[Bill] Hey, Cricket!
Whatcha up to, pal? Come over here!
Listen, just 'cause we live in the city now
doesn't mean our old ways of doing things are goin' anywhere.
Tonight's gonna be great.
Uh, Cricket, are you okay?
-I lost the steaks! -What?!
It was only partially my fault, I swear!
It was that darned robot man!
Oh, boy.
Can we get more steaks, Papa?
Not unless we have another month's savings lying around.
Well, don't look at me!
My money's tied up with the Feds.
What are we supposed to do now?
Don't worry. I can get our steaks back.
We just have to go back to the last station and grab 'em.
-No, Cricket. We're not going back-- -Too late! I'm already doing it!
Cricket! Hurry! Hurry!
Before the doors close-- Aah!
-Don't worry about me, just go get Cricket! -Aye-aye, Papa.
Linda, Alfred, you and the gang go get Cricket.
Crazy Dave, you just do you. Roll out!
Aww. Well, that is just too cute.
[panting] Okay, let's see. Fifth Street Station.
[conductor] Fifth Street Station!
All aboard this train to Fifth Street Station!
My job is to say that this train
is going to Fifth Street Station.
Steaks, here I come!
[grunting] Oh, come on! Aaah!
Our potato salad ingredients! Rest in peace.
[Cricket] Come on, Dad! Steaks are this way!
Cricket! Come back here!
Hurry, Dad! This way!
Almost there!
Oh, gosh. S-Sorry.
Excuse me. Pardon me! Ha ha ha!
Trying to get to my son!
Cricket, come back!
[panting]
[panting] Cricket!
Slow down, son!
Daddy's heart!
Dad, we're almost to the-- Aaah!
Arf! Arf! Arf! Arf!
-Gotcha! We're goin' home! -[man] Excuse me, sir.
Do you have a moment to talk about the environment?
Why, yes, he does. In fact, he's an organic farmer.
-Hmm? -Oh, really? That's so cool!
Oh--[laughing]--yeah. I...guess so.
But I don't like to think of it as organic farming
as much as just... doing it the right way.
Huh? What? Wait-- Cricket!
Okay, question one: How often do you recycle?
[Cricket] This way, Dad!
I can almost taste those steaks!
Okay, next question:
Do you support voting rights...
for trees?
Uh, sorry, can't talk now. Bye!
Wait!
Don't you care about Mother Earth?!
Get your tree-huggin' hands off my boy!
Now, git!
[Cricket] Dad, over here!
This train will take us back to the steaks!
-Cricket! -Cricket!
This way, Tilly!
Coming, Papa!
Wheeeee!
Last call for Fifth Street Station!
The train is leaving very sooooon!
All clear! No obstacles here!
[horns blowing]
Alpine Horn Battle!
Steaks! Aaah!
[horn blowing]
Ha! Hurry!
Arghh! Argh!
Uhh!
Ohh. My head.
Oh, my head of lettuce!
Guys, we made it!
[P.A.] Now departing Tenth Street Station.
Next stop: steaks!
Our family tradition is saved!
[electrical crackling]
Your attention, please.
Due to a suspicious package left at Fifth Street Station,
this train has been delayed... indefinitely.
No, no! Okay, Dad, new plan. We're just gonna--
Cricket! No.
Just--[groans]...
You've done enough.
And thanks to all that running around,
we lost most of the groceries, too.
We'll have to eat sawdust.
Like back in the trenches.
[smacking lips]
I guess we'll just have to wait this one out.
[sighs]
Hmm...
What flavor stretchy candy ya got there?
[sighs] Regret...
and...raspberry swirl?
Bleahh.
Oh, Tilly, I feel awful. I ruined Steak Night.
I'll never be able to show my face around the house again.
I'll have to move away and live in a shed of shame.
A shame shed.
It's true, that went very poorly,
but the Cricket I know never gives up when it comes to family,
which is why you have to go back for those steaks.
We're trapped here. How can I possibly get out?
Same way the rats get in.
[chuckling]
Well, steaks ain't happeni'' tonight.
But maybe I can make something out of what we've got left.
Let's see, I've still got a radish, some coriander,
couple of eggs, and-- a squirt gun?!
Cricket, I told you not to put this in the cart!
Cricket? Cricket!
Tilly, you have got to stop enabling your brother.
I know, and I'm sorry.
Which is why I made you this apology necklace
out of trash I found lying around.
Uh...apology accepted.
Now throw that thing away and give me a boost.
Hang on, steaks, I'm comin'!
Whew! They're okay.
[whirring]
What the heck? A robot?
[bomb squad member] Careful, now.
We don't know what's in that package.
One wrong move and it could explode!
Stop it! You're making me nervous.
Careful...okay...
-[beeping] -...easy...
Whoa! Where'd it go?
-[rapid beeping] -Let's see...
Aah! [hissing]
That large rat took the bomb!
-Get him! -I'm on it!
[Robot] Pursuing...pursuing...
Y'all keep your eyes peeled for gators.
They're nature's thieves.
All right, Ma.
[Cricket] Aaah!
Get away from me, robot!
[Robot] Pursuing...pursuing...
Continuing to pursue...
-What in the-- -Go, Cricket!
I got the steaks! Come on, let's go--
[gasps] No!
-Nice catch. -Thanks, Carol.
Dispatch, this is Bomb Squad.
The package is secure.
Get those trains up and running!
[spaghetti Western music]
Let's party.
Aaaah!
Dang robot dance moves!
Cricket, get away from that thing!
[grunting]
[robot] Maximum threat detected.
Preparing disposal.
Hey! You can't eat those.
Aaaah!
[crash]
[grunting]
Let go!
We need these to have our Steak Night!
Cricket, get off the tracks! It's dangerous!
-[train horn blows] -[grunting]
Bill, take my cane.
[grunting]
Son! Let go!
And ruin our family tradition? Never!
You said it yourself: Steaks are the heart of Steak Night!
[train horn blows]
No, that's wrong!
Steak Night isn't about the steaks.
It's about family!
We can afford to buy more steaks.
We can't afford to buy another Cricket!
I've tried.
I--[sighs]
[robot] Bomb recovered.
Victor-y. Victor-y.
Victor-y?
[crash]
Huh. I guess I pressed the Victory button too soon.
-Oh, well. Dinner? -Oooh, yeah!
I'm kinda cravin' steaks for some reason.
Me too!
[all sigh]
Sorry I got so worked up about a couple of silly steaks.
No need to apologize, Cricket.
Family traditions are important,
but never more important than family.
Also, I fought a robot!
Ha ha! Yeah! That was-- That was crazy.
Okay, now, how about we head home and order some takeout?
That won't be necessary, Papa.
The subway has provided.
Bottoms up, family.
[all protesting]
Okay, that's it. We're taking the bus.
Rats.
♪ Lost a bet and got bit by 100 flies ♪
♪ I fell out a big old tree ♪
♪ And every branch has scraped up both my knees ♪
♪ I got chased by a dog ♪
♪ Licked by a frog ♪
♪ Got a rash on my leg ♪
♪ Dropped a snake ♪
♪ I got splinters at seven and ten ♪
♪ And tomorrow, I'll do it all again ♪