Hmm. Okay, this day is officially too boring.
Look on the bright side, Cricket.
Perhaps learning to cope with the mind-numbing tedium
of our own existence could be its own form of entertainment.
Nah. We need something wild and exciting.
Something...
Something unexpected!
- [both] Mama! - Kids, what if I told you
your mama has a special surprisewaiting for you right outside?
I'd be tantalizedand intrigued.
Yeah, Mom surprise.
Wait, this isn't one of those surprises
like how Dad tricks me into doing chores, right?
[Bill]Cricket, I've got a big surprise
waiting for you in the laundry room.
Hmm.
Oh, this is way better than laundry, kiddos.
Introducing your very own dirt bike.
[both gasp]
It's-- It's-- It's so beautiful.
Built her from some spare parts in the shop.
She can haul, if I do say so myself.
Oh, my. Well, aren't you quite the steed.
I shall tame her, and we shall be as horse and rider.
Thank you, Mommy.
Hey, everybody. Finished baking cookies--
[gasps] No!
Hey, Bill.
You got the kids a dirt bike?
So...
- This thing safe? - Of course.
I rode these things all the timeas a kid,
and look how I turned out.
- Hmm. - Bill? Hurtful.
Hey, kidding.
You kids'll be carefulon that thing, right?
Absolutely, Papa--
[cackling]
Cricket, for Pete's sake, slow down!
Cricket's never slowing down again.
If only there was something to jump!
Whee!
Whoa.
- Yeah! - Son, look out!
Huh?
- [cooing] - [cawing]
[both laughing]
[wind gusts]
[laughing]
[crows cawing]
We're dead.
[screaming]
Gotcha.
[truck horn blaring]
That could have been me.
Cricket! You okay?
I-I-I don't know.
My bones ain't broke.
But the bike sure is.
Nothing a little fixingcan't fix.
- Aah! - Cricket, it's okay.
It's just a backfire.
I ain't riding anymore.
You can't make me.
I ain't making you do nothing.
Wait. Something's wrong.
It's like my brain's trying to think
before doing things.
- I've gone insane! - [Tilly] No, dear brother.
You're finally experiencingthe fragility of life.
Like that of the humble egg.
- May I? - [clucks]
We are but delicate shell and yolk.
All it takes is one slip or mistake, and...
- Tilly, quit wasting food. - Aah!
My whole life I've been running around acting crazy,
having no clue I was such a fragile little egg!
- [whimpers] - Uh, Nance? A little help?
Calm down, Cricket.
You just need to bea bit safer, is all.
I'm going to gofix up the bike.
When you're ready to hop back on, just give me a holler.
But I don't know how to be safe.
And it's not like I know some lame,
boring, old, safety-loving expert who can teach me.
Sun's strong today.
Did everyone put on their sunscreen?
Bingo-bango. Father! Father!
I can't believe I'm actually saying this,
but can you teach me your ways of safety?
Yes.
Yes, I can.
All right, Cricket.
The secret to staying safe is threat assessment.
Assess threats. Got it.
And there's no better way to assess threats
than the uh-oh technique.
I am intrigued. Please continue.
The uh-oh technique is my own personal system
for identifying danger.
Allow me to demonstrate.
Uh-oh, some rusty nails.
Uh-oh neutralized.
Very interesting.
Uh-oh, Miss Brenda's looking mighty mean today.
Better set up a perimeter so no one gets kicked
by her powerful haunches.
Don't get kicked? Okay, that's a lot to take in.
Just steer clear of the "uh-ohs,"
and you won't get uh-ohs of your own.
- Now you give it a try. - All right.
First step: assess threats.
Hmm.
[dog whimpers]
Dog is uh-oh?
Hmm.
Rake is uh-oh?
Correct. Someone could step on that
and get bonked in the nogging.
Now you're thinking safe.
[laughs]
Uh-oh! A bee!
Somebody could get stung by that bee.
Wow! Two for two.
And then, after they get stung in the face,
they could stumble uncontrollably,
crashing into the apple tree.
- Uh-oh! - Yeah.
I guess that could happen.
And then the apples, they will fall,
pelting my delicate shell one after the other,
till I crack open like the fragile little egg that I am.
Aah! Uh-oh.
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh!
[gasps]
[coos]
That pigeon could peck my shell till my yolk drips out.
Uh-oh! Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
[gasps]
These blades of grass
could slice me right open! Ow!
Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!
Cricket? Hey there, buddy.
- Uh-oh. Uh-oh. - Seeing a lot of uh-oh's, huh?
The outside is full of danger. Got to get inside.
Sir, I suggest you do the same!
[screams]
Uh-oh.
[Nancy] And tighten the swing arm. And we're done.
Phew. Too bad Cricket doesn't want to try again.
How about you, Till? Think you're ready for a ride?
Oh, I'm ready, Mama.
But the question is, is Geraldine?
Geral-whomst?
That's what I've decided to name the bike.
Before we ride,
we have to connect with each other as equals.
Trust is the foundation between a rider and her steed.
Allow me to soothe your soul with a calming melody.
[ululates]
Well, while you're busy bonding,
I think I'll check inon your brother.
Sug? You in here?
[sizzling]
Uh, Cricket?
[bubble wrap popping]
Hello, Mother.
Hey, kiddo.
So, what's all this?
Just taking a few safety precautions.
Did you know the most common place people get injured
is in their own home?
We've been living in a death trap this whole time.
No telling how many uh-ohs could happen.
Uh-ohs? That doesn't sound like a Cricket thing.
- Sounds more like a... - [floorboards creak]
Bill.
Did you teach him this?
Maybe.
Listen, Cricket,
I wanted you to be safe,
but I wasn't expecting this much zeal.
Oh, typical Bill.
Of course you wouldn't understand.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, no offense Dad,
but we all know you don't take safety
as seriously as you should.
- Excuse me? - I'm so safety-minded,
I invented these things to protect my feet.
I call them hard socks.
Cricket, those already exist. They're called shoes.
Well, well, Mr. Know-It-All.
Okay Cricket, that's enough.
Listen, I finished fixing up the bike.
Maybe you should hop on and try again.
Prove there's nothing to be scared of.
[cackles]
Aw, you're cute.
Little baby Crickey is never going to do anything
needlessly reckless again.
This is the new life I choose, Mother.
Being a safe bubble-wrapped boy.
Well, off to find some more industrial-grade bubble wrap
to use on the rest of the house.
Bill, a word.
Okay, we broke our son.
What are we going to do to fix this?
Now hold on, Nance. I know he's going a little overboard,
but isn't it a good thing that he's being a bit extra careful?
I don't know.
[Cricket] Oh, hey, Dad?
FYI, I'm getting rid of all the dangerous objects we have,
so all your farm tools had to go.
- You're welcome. - What?
[truck beeping]
Yeesh. What should we...?
- Get the boy. - Right.
- Cricket! - [bubble wrap popping]
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but please go back to being a reckless kid.
We just want our old Cricket back.
No! I'll never go back to the way I was.
Turtle maneuver.
Cricket, we're just trying to help you.
I can't believe this.
My own family is now a threat to my safety.
Well, uh-oh to you.
Uh-oh to you all.
Well, if that's the wayyou feel.
[Tilly] Mama!
Sweet Geraldine and Ihave forged an unbreakable bond.
We are now ready to ride.
That's my girl.
Hey, bud, your sister and I are going to go riding.
Sure would love to have you come along.
Wait, how can they still be going riding?
It's too dangerous.
Don't they know they could get hurt?
Uh-oh!
Tilly, get off that thing! Oh!
- Got your helmet on, hon? - Right here, Mama.
- Safety roll. - Cricket? What are you doing?
- I'm saving you. - Well, stop it.
You're going to spook Geraldine.
Geraldine's dangerous.
- [Tilly] Whoa! - [Nancy] Cricket!
Geraldine!
[screaming]
My bubble wrap armor is caught in the throttle.
Maybe if I just yank it real hard, like th--
- [engine revs] - Aah!
I just made it worse!
Cricket, grab my hand!
- [both exclaiming] - Cricket!
Just take off that bubble wrap and control the bike!
It isn't safe.
Cricket, life isn't some death trap!
[gasps]
Oh, no, not another one.
We got to finish this bridge.
Well, I guess there's only one thing left to do.
Emergency turtle maneuver!
Look, honey, you can't just hidefrom the world.
See, life is like, well, a dirt bike.
Yeah, it can be dangerous,
but you're safer steering than turtling.
So face your fears and take control of your life.
[whimpers]
[grunts]
Yeah, that's my boy. Chew that plastic.
Uh, okay,
you're really getting in there.
I'm free!
Oh, no! A child! Aah!
Aah! Oh, Cricket Green.
Take control.
[tires squeal]
Good job, kid!
[loud crash, explosion]
[laughs]
I'm doing it! I'm really doing it!
[gasps]
Hmm. Face your fears.
Yeah!
Hooray.
Nice jump, sug. How you feel?
I... I feel alive.
See, hon?
You just needed to find some balance.
[explosion]
Or maybe you just shouldn'thave a dirt bike.
[Cricket] Agreed.
Okay, kiddo, let's get you home.
Hey, Mom, can we pop a wheelie?
Glad to have you back, Cricket.
Whoo-hoo!
♪ I got sweat in my eyes
♪ Lost a bet and got bit By a hundred flies ♪
♪ I fell out A big old 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 leg
♪ Dropped a dozen eggs
♪ I got splinters At seven and ten ♪
♪ And tomorrow I'll do it all again ♪