Hah! Ah-yatatata!
Argh! [growling] Ptew!
And that's how you play can-punch!
Seems easy enough. Hup!
How's it going out here?
Aah!
Oooh! Gotta keep your eyes on the cans, Remy.
Now come on in, it's time for dinner!
Puh! Okay, Mr. Green!
Yah yah!
[Bill] You too, Cricket!
Huh?
Cricket, inside.
- [whimpering] - C'mon, boy. C'mon!
Okay, get in here.
Cricket, it's time to--
What?! Hey! C'mere!
Lemme down! Lemme down!
I don't wanna!
And you can't make meee!
[hisses]
Criminy, boy, I haven't seen you act this way since you had--
[gasp] the itch.
The itch? What's that?
You see, Remy,
every year, Cricket gets this wild urge.
I can't say I fully understand it,
but one thing usually does the trick.
Camping.
[echoing] Camping...
Back in the country, I'd take Cricket out
deep in the woods,
far from the eyes of decent folks.
[growling]
[Bill] Once released, Cricket was unleashed,
free to follow his animalistic instincts.
Ha ha! Yeah!
And to do things...
Ahh...
that would churn the stomachs of civilized people.
A yearly commune with nature
is the only thing that can cure the wildness in that boy.
[Cricket sighs]
Dad, that's it! You gotta take me camping!
Please please please! Please, Dad! [laughing]
Oooh, camping!
I don't really get it,
but if Cricket likes it, I'm sure I will, too!
Well, that settles it then.
Tonight, boys, we camp!
- Woohoo! - Woohoo!
Got my good beans.
Now I'm ready for campin'!
I'm so excited!
You kids ready?
Yeah! Race you to the truck, Remy!
Oh, we don't need to take the truck.
'Cause the campsite is right here!
[bleating]
Are you serious?
We're camping in our dumpy backyard?
Why ain't we going somewhere more nature-y?
Well, backyard camping is fun, too.
Listen. You can still hear the harmony of nature.
- [glass shatters] - [cat screeches]
[man] Time for some night-yelling!
Aaahh! Aaahh!
Well, I can't say I love it, but I'll give it a shot.
Well, that's the spirit!
At least we can get a good ol' campfire going!
Whoa whoa, hey, now!
We don't want the fire department called on us!
Are you kidding? It's not camping without a campfire!
That's why I brought a safe and respectful alternative.
Ta-da!
Oooh!
Grr!
Why are you neutering our camping trip?!
Aw, come on, son. It's just as good!
We're still out in nature, but we gotta be mindful.
Because there are people all around us.
Watching us.
Judging us.
But I don't care what people think!
Shh! Quiet down!
Use your inside voice.
But we're outside!
I can't control it anymore!
[grunting]
Aaawoooo!
Easy now, Cricket!
Oof! Cricket!
Wait! Come back!
Oh, geez!
Okay, I know I'm new to camping, but this is fun!
Oh, no, this is bad.
We gotta get Cricket back before he wreaks havoc on the city!
- But how are we gonna find him? - [metal clangs]
You won't.
Unless you've got my help.
Ma, why are you up in that tree?
'Cause it's more dramatic!
Luckily for you, man-hunting is my specialty.
All right, Ma, name your price.
I want the living room TV to myself on Tuesday nights.
That's when my show is on.
Well, you could just stream it.
Shh! Fine. You got yourself a deal.
Hup! I'll bring the target back dead or alive.
No, Ma, definitely alive.
This is your grandson, remember?
Right, right.
Let's go take him alive, boys!
Camping!
- [Bill] Come on! - [Gramma] Ha Ha! Whoo!
Phew! You have fun today, Tilly-girl?
Oh, yes, Mama.
I never knew fire could spread so quickly.
Yeah. [chuckles]
Don't tell your dad about that.
Huh. Locked?
They must've gone to the store or something.
C'mon, let's try the back door.
I'm sure they'll be back soon.
I'll just wait with ya.
Looks like they were having a backyard camping trip.
Cricket even brought out his good beans.
Hey, Mama! Have you ever eaten a s'more, "Tilly-style"?
Can't say that I have!
You take a couple crackers,
a Tilly helping of marshmallows,
and then... Ta-da!
That looks almost as good as my "Nancy-style."
[chomping]
[both laughing]
[speaking with mouth stuffed]
[Cricket growling]
Aah!
Need fresh air...
Nature... Gotta be free!
Ahh!
Ooh!
Shiny!
Big shiny!
That's not normal.
Now, that boy's got the right idea!
No gods or kings, only moon!
Mmmmm... Hm?
[licking air]
Muh-mah-- Muh-mah--
Meeaat!
[flirtatious giggling]
- Meat! - [both scream]
[growling]
Who is that dreadful boy?!
Me Cricket Green!
Son of Bill Green!
Oh, he doesn't need to advertise it!
If we don't catch Cricket soon,
the whole city will think we're nuts!
We need to surround him, leave no room for escape!
We must strike fast and without hesitation!
[growling]
Huh?
Ptew!
Yaah! Dang it! Don't let him through!
- [grunting] - Cricket, stop!
You're coming with us, son!
Aaaghhh!
What a horrid little beast!
Was he raised in a barn?
Well, technically, yes, but he's not usually like this.
- You see... - Uh, Mr. Green?
Mr. Green?!
Uh... Cricket? It's me, Remy.
Your best and least-tasty friend?
Raaaaaaaaah!
[swooning]
So you see, with his country upbringing--
Huh? W-wait, Cricket!
- Get back here! - [grunting]
Clever boy.
Wish his father was more clever!
How'd you let him slip through?!
I was just trying to do some damage control!
But when they opened the closet...
there was nothing but a head!
Ha! Pretty scary, huh?
Yeah, a little bit.
Ha ha ha ha!
Oh, man, the look on your face, Tilly-girl!
Why don't you take a crack at it?
Oh, no, I'm not too fond of spooking others.
Oh, c'mon, I'm not and easy scare, hon.
Well, if you insist.
[clears throat]
Imagine, if you will...
waking up alone in an empty room
with only one door.
You open that door to an identical room,
but smaller.
Every door you open leads to an even smaller room.
Your curiosity compels you to keep going.
Door after door,
the walls keep coming closer and closer.
Until finally, you can barely move.
[frightened breathing]
And try as you might,
you still can't resist going into the next room.
O-kay! That's enough scary stories!
Oof! C'mon, Tilly, this tent's feeling a little cramped.
I like it.
Ohh, where am I?
Oh, no!
Cricket dragged me out into the middle of nowhere!
[pop music playing]
Am I... in a nest?
Oh, Cricket! What's going on?
What are you-- Hey, wait, where you going?
[wild chanting]
Cricket, why did you bring me here?
To free you.
You join me wild.
Chew stick! Roam free.
Oh, I don't know. I'm a good boy!
With a bedtime.
Be wild. Be free.
Like this?
Yes! Now roar. To moon!
R-roar?
More loud!
Rraarr!
Oh! That felt good!
Really good!
Remy feel wild?
Yes, I do!
- Awoooooo! - Awoooooo!
[both chanting]
Oh, great, he's converted his little friend.
Oh, why do they have to be making such a racket?
- [chanting] - Hmm?
Reeee! Reeee!
Looks like the jig is up.
Huh! Come quietly,
or Gramma's gonna have to use her big guns!
Yaaah!
[both] Lolololololo!
Bill, grab Cricket!
[hissing]
C'mon, boys, let's just go home!
Wild good! Free boy!
- Unh! Unh! - Gotcha!
No one gets away from me!
Let's get you back in your fancy pants.
Hiyaah! Yaah!
Wild boys! Wild boys!
Where are they? I'll get 'em!
- [raspberry] Lololololo! - Let me at 'em!
H-hey, wait!
Well, toot my scoot.
- Ow ow awooo! - Awooooooooo!
[grunts]
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east. And Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun--
- Aaah! - Aaah!
Oh, Terry, we didn't practice for this!
I said I don't do improv!
- [growling] - Aaaah!
[angry shouting]
Stand back, Billy-boy!
I got this.
No, Ma, I got this.
[both shouting]
That's it! Kids, enough is enough!
Society has rules for a reason!
Unh! Hey!
You will never stop wild boys!
[Cricket and Remy] Wild boys forever!
No more!
No! You not understand!
Of course I understand!
Do you think I like caring what people think of me?
I want to go wild, too!
You do? Then why not do?
For once in life,
do what make Bill happy.
"Do what make Bill happy"?
Do what make Bill happy.
What's going on?
He's not really gonna...
Get ready, Big City!
'Cause Wild Bill is lettin' loose!
Ahh hoo hoo!
Woohoohoo!
Yeah!
- Woohoohoo! - [screaming]
You, sir, have made a mockery of community theater!
Heh! Heh heh heh!
It appears the prey has won tonight.
But I'm still getting the TV Tuesday nights!
Shakespeare must be rolling in his grave, Terry!
Huh. Can't really see the stars in the city.
Wait, there's one!
Oh, it's just a helicopter.
A man-made star that hunts for the wicked.
Hey, it's starting to get real late.
Where is everyone?
Wait, do you hear that?
[wild chanting]
Whoo-whee!
Well, look who's finally moseyed on home!
Yep! But the night ain't over yet!
- Woo-hoo! - Yeah!
- Aawooooo! - Aawooooo!
Aawooooo!
[wild chanting]
Heh heh! Yup.
That's my wild family.
♪ I've got sweat in my eyes ♪
♪ Lost a bet and got bit by 100 flies ♪
♪ I fell out a big ol' tree ♪
♪ Hit every branch and scraped up both my knees ♪
♪ I got chased by a dog ♪
♪ Licked by a frog ♪
♪ Got a rash on my legs ♪
♪ Dropped a dozen eggs ♪
♪ I got splinters in seven and ten ♪
♪ And tomorrow I'll do it all again ♪♪