[grunts in effort]
-[scream] -[growls]
-[owl hoots] -[Thunk gasps]
-So... weak...
Can't... go on! [gasps]
-[groaning] -Thunk, stop being so dramatic.
I'm sure Hope will be bringing dinner out any second now.
-[grunts] If she doesn't, you can have one of these, son.
-Ooh! Dad hands! -Grug.
Stop trying to feed the children your hands.
-Mom said she was making something special,
and you can't rush special. Or sloths.
[very slow chittering]
-Hope everyone's hungry. I made something special.
[all yell]
-Fine, Thunk. You can eat your father's hand.
[excited gasp]
* Let's live wild, the world's our own *
* We built this wheel now it's gunna roll *
* You know a spark becomes a fire wherever we go *
* Whoa-ho-ho *
* Stuck together, stuck, stuck together *
* It's an evolution for worse or for better *
* To find some unity *
* For all humanity *
* Because we're stuck together *
* In one big family tree *
-[gagging] -What isthat?
-Hope's spicy beetballs!
-I'm sorry. Did you say meatballs?
-No. Beetballs.
They're made of ground cucumbeets!
GUY: Mm-hmm...
-I've been making them for Phil
and Dawn forever, and realized I should give everyone
a chance to enjoy them.
Now, who's first?
-[nervous laugh] I'd love to, Hope,
but I just remembered I onlyeat food
that doesn't scare me senseless.
-Yeah, I think I'm gonna stick with my fists. [chomp]
-I've actually been meaning to cut down on eating.
-Uh, my mouth is broken! [gibberish]
-I can't say I'm surprised.
You're cave people with primitive palates, after all.
If it's not raw meat or dirt, it's not good.
-[chomping] Wait, is raw meat or dirt an option?
-What about you, Guy?
-Who, me? Oh! [laughs] Well...
[panting]
-Phil? -Oh.
What's that, Philliam? You're stuck in the well?
I'll save you from the murky depths! [screams]
-Well, I, for one, love your beetballs, Mom.
And I wanna thank all of you
because now I get to eat
as many beetballs as I want!
-[groans] -Where are you going?
-To enjoy these in private,
in case any of you change your mind
about getting in on the beetball action.
* *
Bye-bye, beetballs!
[splashing]
You know the drill, lagoon.
This is our little secret.
[gentle snoring]
-Eh...
-Ah! Eep! What are you doing?
-A wellness check.
Those beetballs were sus, and you ate all of them!
-Look, Eep.
I know my mom's beetballs don't look great.
Or smell great.
And sure, they're a little goopy and green
and hard, but also soft.
But I'm telling you, they are delish!
-Yeah. You totally sold it, but hard pass.
-I'm just glad you're alive. -PHIL: I've done it!
Behold. The Betterman Diver Downer!
It's a submersible aquatic vehicle
that will allow me to explore the lagoon!
Who knows what wonders lie beneath the waves.
-Pretty sure the water knows.
[annoyed grumble]
-The point is soon I, Phil Betterman,
will know all of the lagoon's deepest mysteries.
-Why do you do that? -Do what?
-Say your whole name. It's not like there's another Phil.
-Another Phil?
Excellent idea!
That's going to be my next project!
-There's gonna be more Phils?
This is it, Croods! Emergency cave time!
-Bring only what you can carry! -I'm in.
-[grunts] -Sorry! Emergency cave's full!
-Well, I love it, Phil!
Not the more yous part,
but the underwater part sounds relaxing.
When do we leave?
-Soon. And then, we'll unlock
allof the lagoon's watery secrets.
Perhaps we'll find a gondola, lost and long forgotten.
Or the very first underwater lemon drink stand!
Or an ancient merperson civilization,
abandoned to the deep many moons ago!
The possibilities are limitless.
DAWN: You can't go into the lagoon!
-THUNK: Uh... -What? Why not?
-Because it's, um, dangerous.
-No more dangerous than the elevator,
and you use that every day.
The point is the Diver Downer is as safe as safe can be.
And there's plenty of room
if any of you would like to join Hope and me.
[Thunk coughs]
-More Phils?! We're all gonna die!
-So Grug's a no, but who else
who isn't hysterical would like to go?
-Sorry, Phil. I like my water mysterious.
Like my past.
-Yeah. And I like my life alive.
-Uh... [panting]
-Fine! More wetventures for us!
-Right. As long as I don't get wet. I hate getting wet.
-I know! Bathing is the worst.
-Meet me in the woods. -Huh?
Dawn? Are you eve--
-[muffled] -Were you followed?
-Why would I be followed? Dawn, what's going on?
-[sighs] The lagoon isn't the only one keeping secrets.
-[gasps] You have a secret?
-Uh-huh. [deep inhale]
The truth is I hate my mom's beetballs
but I don't wanna hurt her feelings.
So every time she makes them, I pretend to like them,
and then I throw them into the lagoon!
-Yeesh. On the one hand, I hate lying.
On the other hand, that's a really good hiding spot.
-Yeah! Until my dad invented the Diver Downer.
Now, they're gonna go into the lagoon, find the beetballs,
banish me from the family,
forcing me to live in a volcano, and...
[hyperventilating]
-It's gonna be okay.
So you threw away a few beetballs.
Nothing to worry a-beet.
-Ha. Get it? -Not the time.
And it's way more than a few.
My mom started making beetballs when I was a baby.
The first steps I ever took were to dump beetballs into the lagoon!
-Don't worry. We'll beat this. 'Cause beets.
-Still not the time. -Fair, but we're getting closer.
[both panting]
[Phil straining]
-Just think, Hope! Soon... [grunting]
I'll be exploring... [straining]
the briny depths of the lagoon... [grunting]
and uncovering its greatest mysteries!
-[struggling] -How soon, Phil?
You've been trying to open that thing forever!
-Need some help? -Not necessary.
[growling] I've almost got it!
-Are you opening it the right way?
[straining]
[screaming, grunts]
-Forgot it was pull, not push!
-If you're here to dissuade your mother and I
from our aquatic adventure, you're too late!
That raft has sailed.
And by raft, I mean the Diver Downer.
Although, technically, it doesn't sail. It submerges.
Oh, and it hasn't moved.
-We're not here to stop you.
-We're here to join you! -Yeah!
Dawn and I were just talking about how much fun
it would be to spend the day with you, underwater,
in a really small space, with no way out.
-I love it! Phil, don't ruin this.
-Of course, I won't
because I'm the captain of
the inaugural Diver Downer Crew!
Or DDC for short, and you're in for a deep dive!
A DDCDD! With no leaks!
-Leaks? That thing leaks? -Who said leaks? Not me.
Now, climb aboard DDC!
[struggling, grunts]
Now, help me climb aboard DDC!
GRUG: So, it's a no-meat meatball.
Huh. [sniffing, grimaces]
-[squishing] -Huh.
I mean, how bad could it be?
Huh...
[gagging]
Huh...
[gagging]
[groaning, retching, gulps]
Nope! Can't do it.
And I eat dirt. Huh?
[bouncing, squishing]
Huh!
Can you handle the heat?
'Cause this is one spicy beetball!
-Bring it!
[sighs]
-You okay, T-bone?
-Yeah. Just wondering what window's up to.
This is the longest we've been apart since we met.
-We justleft the living room.
[gasps]
[smash]
-Window! [screaming]
-Wasn't me! [panting]
* *
-[groans] There's nothing to see here
but infinite darkness!
Lagoon let down.
-What are you talking about? There's tons to see!
Wait. Did you forget to take the cap off that thing?
-Hm... -[pop]
-[sighs] -[clears throat, sighs]
-Magnificent. -[gurgling]
So much to see. Just as I said.
-Yeah. Amazing.
* *
Well, time to head back to the surface!
-No! This is a big lagoon,
and I wanna see all of it! Withoutgetting wet.
-[gasps] -Uh, but...
Uh, maybe Dawn's right?
What if this thing springs a leak or something?
We should probably quit while we're ahead.
-Nonsense. The Diver Downer is leak-proof.
Unless you saw a leak.
Did you? Where? Where's the leak?
-[angry growl] -[nervous laugh]
Not that there couldbe a leak because that's impossible.
But if you see a leak, tell me immediately.
-Guess it's gonna take more than a fake leak
-to get us out of the lagoon. -[sonar beeps]
Like a real leak...
-Dawn, relax.
I haven't seen a single beetball down here.
Also, did you bring that hammer?
-Yeah, I did. You're right. No beetballs.
[laughs] I almost sunk us for no reason.
-Right! So, I'll just hold on to this...
-[bubbling] -[sonar beeping]
[dramatic music]
* *
-GUY: Hm. -You can barely see it.
-Sure! If you're not looking at it.
-Whoa. You're right. I can't see the hole anymore!
-The tree house is Phil's pride and joy!
He's gonna notice! For sure!
-I'm just glad window is okay.
Hey, let's turn that hole into another window!
-Or, and I'm just spit-balling here,
we move out of the tree house before Phil sees this.
-What if Phil never sees it?
-We're not stealing Phil's eyeballs.
-[sighs] Ah! Hm.
* *
-That's your plan?
Stand there for the rest of your life?
-Huh. Good point. Thunk,
bring me a chair so I can sit here for the rest of my life.
[groans]
[impressed gasps]
DAWN: It's like another world we were never meant to see!
Let alone visit and disturb with our walking, air-breathing ways.
-See? Nothing to worry about.
-Who was worried?
-Whoa! What is that?
It looks like a bumpy, round fish,
but without fins, or eyes,
or a mouth, or being alive.
[Dawn gasps, groans]
-Uh, I don't see anything!
But, maybe we'll have better luck on the other side.
Over there!
-Away from this side. -Hm...
You're right. This is much better. [gasps]
-There's three of them now! -[Dawn gasps]
-Phil, can you get closer? -EEP: Uh...
-Of course. Turning wet left!
Which is the same as dry right!
Not sure why!
[gasps]
-Gah! My stomach!
It feels like there's lava in there.
But not the good... kind... of lava.
-Oh, no!
Bad lava?
-That's the worst kind of lava! -[groaning]
-It's okay, Eep.
You're probably just a little claustrophobic.
Head between your knees.
-We better get back to land so Eep can get some fresh air!
-Good idea, Dawn.
-Phil? Be useful. -[grunting] Just a moment.
A school of those rotund fish
are approaching!
They're exhibiting complex social behavior.
-I must do a deep dive deep dive on them.
-A quadruple D! -[grunting]
[all yelling]
Dawn! Why are you turning us wet left, dry right?!
Those odd bulbous fish may unlock
the secrets of the deep for us!
-Maybe some secrets should stay locked! [struggling]
[yelling, grunting]
-[straining] -Dawn! Have you been poisoned?
Thisisn't one of your roller logs!
-It's a sophisticated piece of scientific technology.
We have to be incredibly careful with it.
-Like so. -[creaking]
-[loud crash] -[screaming]
-Good thing you were careful, Phil.
-Did we hit something? -Yes.
It's most likely flotsam. Or jetsam.
Or a combination of flotsam and jetsam--
[all scream]
[groans, gasps]
-[deep, loud growl] -[gasps]
-Or whatever thatis!
[whimpering]
[gasps]
[deep shriek]
[gasps]
-Is that a-- -A squiddel?
A half squirrel, half squid sea monster?
-I'm afraid so. -[clanging]
-It looks-- -Unimaginably dangerous.
-I thought so, too. -Phil, can you--
-Stop finishing everyone's sentences? Doubtful.
-What do we do? What do we do?!
-We remain calm.
[deep growling]
-[all gasp] -That's one option.
The other option is we freak out!
[all scream]
[growling]
[panting]
-Hope! What are you doing?
-I'm freaking out like I said! [grunts] Keep up, Phil!
[growling]
-I think freaking out is working, Mom!
Keep pulling and flipping things!
[grunts]
[disco music]
-Hm... -Uh...
[muffled disco]
-So that ball. Tell us the story.
-There's no time to explain now! [grunts]
[whirring, straining]
[shrieks]
[whirring]
-We're free! We escaped the squiddel!
-How can something so terrifying have such a dumb name?!
-Look! Can't a man dance in the glow of sparkly lights
from time to time without judgment?!
Oh. The name. Squiddel.
Some names are better than others.
Phil Betterman, for example.
-Well, bad name or not, the good news is we lost it.
-Not quite. It's chasing us.
-Then we'll have to outrun it.
Full speed ahead, DDC!
-Uh... [grunts]
[bubbling]
[all screaming]
[screaming continues]
[whirring]
[confused growl]
[screaming continues]
-Dad, that thing is gaining on us!
-Maybe we can hide in there?
[gasping]
-Good eye, Eep! Take a right, Phil!
-You mean dry right,
which is actually wet left for us!
-[grunts, screams] -[straining]
[all yell]
* *
[yelling continues]
[grunting]
-[panting] Whew!
I think we really lost it this time.
-Are you okay, my beloved?
-You're so sweet, Phil.
Yes, I'm o--Wait.
You're talking to this death bubble, aren't you?!
-It has a name! The Diver Downer!
-Is there something we can do besides argue?
-We could bust out Phil's sparkle ball again.
-No! It's for special occasions only!
More importantly, we need to check the hull for cracks!
-The what now? -The outside part! [groans]
-Outside? Where it's wet? Hard pass.
-Yeah, Dad. We're underwater! How would we breathe?
-You'll see.
[foreboding, echoing laugh]
-I'll get the helmets. -ALL: Helmets?!
-I got the helmet. Ha!
Perfect! You can't even see the hole!
-Yeah. Because it's behind a pile of garbage.
-You know, I-I think I'd rather see a hole.
-Heh. But you can'tsee a hole!
That's the beauty of this plan! -Hate to be that guy,
and, obviously, this is my read on the situation,
but is that pile of junk actually calling moreattention
to the hole in the wall?
-Guy's right. This isn't working.
-Hang on. I've got an idea.
-[Ugga sighs] -And perfect!
-What hole? -Uh...
-I have a better idea, guys.
We beetballed our way into this mess.
We can beetball our way out of it.
-Sure. It's too late to turn back now.
-You see? With the Betterman Breathe Bubbles,
we can breathe easy outside the Diver Downer!
-Nothing to worry about! -Who was worried?
-[panting] -What part of "not wet"
is unclear, Phil?
-Get that thing away from me! -[gasps]
-But, you'rechasing me! -[screams]
-Well, now that I'm wet, it's not so bad.
-So, if you had these breathy bubble thingies,
why did you build the Diver Downer?
-What? [scoffs] That's not...
I mean... Look, the point is we're breathing.
[dramatic sting]
-Dawn! Breathe! -[gasping]
-Oh, right. Still getting used to that part.
-Now, let's check for damage, so we can get out of this cave.
-Is it me or is this cave almost elegant?
Like something lives here.
-Uh, maybe it's because something doeslive here.
And I think I know what that something is.
-A big, cuddly underwater bunny?
[sighs]
I know it's the monster.
I was just trying to be optimistic.
-Which means it will be back.
-We don't have much time. -[all panting]
Looks good on the wet right side!
Just need to check the dry left side!
Gah! Those are the same! I keep doing that!
DAWN: So we're doomed!
But at least my mom never found out
I've been throwing beetballs in the lagoon!
-Yep. You're in the clear.
Unless she looks at the nest. And you don't have to yell.
-I can hear you just fine. -[gasps] The nest!
It's made of Mom's beetballs!
-Wow. This is bad. Also, you're still yelling.
-Ugh. Second thought,
this cave is a little too cavey.
I mean, there's nowhere to sit, the walls are bare,
and what's that nest even made of? It's hideous.
-Who cares what the nest is made of?
Why don't we go help Dad?
-[gasps] Are those my beetballs?! How?!
-I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation.
-That doesn't involve Dawn. -Yeah!
And it's definitely not
that I've been pretending to like your beetballs,
but I don't, so I've been hiding them in the lagoon!
Oh, am I kidding?
Mom, I have something to tell you!
-You already did, Dawn. And seriously,
you can stop yelling.
-You don't love my beetballs?
-Mm... No.
They taste like spicy mud in foot sauce.
I'm sorry. Are you mad?
-No, I'm not mad. -Phew! Close one.
-But you didlie to me.
I thought I taught you the value of honesty.
So, no,
I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed.
-But that's so much worse than mad!
-Yep. Doesn't get more brutal than disappointed.
-Tough break, Dawn. -PHIL: Good news!
The Diver Downer is free from damage,
which means we can--[gasps]
Wait! Hope!
Is this the ladder I gave you
for our mooniversary?
-[nervous laugh] What? No!
That must be... something else?
-Really? Because it looks exactly like
the ladder I crafted
with rungs painstakingly spaced
to accommodate someone
with legs of two different lengths. Such as you.
-[sighs] Fine. I didn't like it,
and I didn't wanna hurt your feelings,
so I dumped it into the lagoon and lied about it.
But that's nothinglike what Dawn did with mybeetballs!
-Except it's exactly
like what Dawn did with your beetballs.
-Gotta say, Mom. I'm not mad.
I'm just disappointed.
-[gasps] Oh, no you don't.
That's a mom thing!
I'mdisappointed in you!
-Well, I'mdisappointed in bothof you.
The Bettermans are better than this!
I hope the intense shame you feel
-now inspires you to grow! And-- -[Dawn gasps]
-Dad! Phillimina?!
-[nervous laugh] Phillimina!
That's where she went!
Thank goodness you found her. Philliam will be overjoyed.
-I made this for you!
-Fine! I threw Phillimina in the lagoon.
But I had a good reason.
Philliam! Be nice!
The relationship was toxic! What was I to do?
-Look, I know you're upset right now,
but this is a teachable moment for all of you.
Lies only make things worse, and--
DAWN: Eep?
Is this the blanket we gave you
when you first got to the farm?
-So, I think we've alllearned a lesson here, right?
-Honesty from now on.
-No matter how painful it is.
-Or whose feelings get pulverized.
-Uh, we don't have to go that far.
[distant roar]
But we do have to go
'cause the squiddel just got home!
-Ah! We're cave-cornered!
Curse you, briny depths!
Our soggy fates are sealed!
-No, they're not!
-We beetballed our way into this mess.
We can beetball our way out of it!
[sighs]
-We're going to use my beetballs
as weapons, aren't we?
* *
PHIL: Top notch, Diver Downer Crew,
aka DDC. We did it!
We repurposed our discarded gifts
into the Betterman Beetball Blaster!
More importantly, we came together as a team.
[Hope groans]
-I just thought you liked yellow.
-Sure, but not thatyellow.
-My legs are the same length!
-You see? Like fingers on a hand.
A hand that now becomes a fist! Launcher?
-Ready -Beetballs?
-No thank you. -Dawn!
-Sorry. Just practicing my honesty.
Beetballs are loaded!
[squiddel roars]
-Good! Because we've got company.
Chilling, fascinating company with a cruel heart,
-lifeless eyes, and a bad name! -[growling]
-On my command. Steady.
-Mm... -Steady...
And...
-launch! -[grunts]
[disco music]
-Seriously?! -I will not be judged!
[muffled disco]
-[growls] -[grunting]
[bubbling]
[roaring, chewing]
-It ate the beetballs.
-It ate the beetballs!
Ha! The squiddel loves them!
I'm right! You're wrong!
-Beetballs rule! -Uh, Hope?
-[squiddel groaning] -Eh...
[growling]
-[retching] -Oh, come on!
PHIL: On the bright side,
-you saved us. -Don't handle me, Phil!
UGGA: Well, I'm just glad all of you are okay.
And sorry that even a bottom-feeding monster
didn't like your beetballs, Hope.
-It's fine. The truth is
I never liked them either.
I was only making them for Dawn.
* *
-And we all agreed down there that from here on out,
we'll all be honest with each other!
-Yes. And that goes for everyone.
-[nervous groans] -Uh, starting when?
-Yeah. Like, tomorrow? -Or the day after tomorrow?
-No. Starting now. Why are you guys acting weird?
Wait. Are you hiding something from us?
-Absolutely not!
-How could you even think that, Eep?
-[growls, sniffing] -Hey, Douglas.
Sniffing there for no reason at all?
-[barks] -[laughs] Classic Douglas.
-[slurping, gulp] -[all gasping]
-Did you patch a hole in the wall with my beetballs?!
-GRUG/GUY/UGGA: No. -Wait,
so we're notdoing the honesty thing?
-[whining, grunts] -Oh no!
Beetball betrayal!
[echoing]: Douglas!
* *