[grunts in effort]
[screams, grunts] [snarls]
[bird squawks]
[rumbling]
[stomach growling]
‐ Oh, man, I'm so hungry I could eat a crowverine stuffed into a pigator
stuffed into a kangadillo.
‐ Mm! Crowverpigadillo.
‐ Dinner is served.
‐ And dinner is done.
‐ No!
[grunts in frustration]
[snarls]
[yells]
[Sandy snarling]
‐ Uh, what's the rush?
‐ We have to get to bed.
Because we're very tired.
Isn't that right, Hope?
‐ Right, Phil. Tired. So tired!
‐ I'm so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open.
‐ Really? 'Cause you seem pumped.
‐ That's a symptom of extreme fatigue.
It's worse than I thought. Good night.
‐ Aha!
Ohh!
‐ ♪ 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 ♪
‐ Second dinner is served.
[laughs]
[grunts]
EEP: Hey, anyone else notice,
the Bettermans were acting kinda weird, huh?
Especially Phil.
‐ To be fair, Phil always acts weird.
‐ Maybe they're just tired.
‐ Before the sun goes down?
[Gran and Sandy groan sharply]
‐ Sure. Living on a farm isn't easy.
‐ Uh, we live on a farm and we are still awake.
‐ I bet Hope made a secret dessert she doesn't wanna share with us.
But Sandy will find it.
Won't you, Sandy?
[sniffs]
[growls]
‐ Or they're just tired.
‐ What if they met a new family and they're replacing us?
What if we have to move?
[yelling] What if Dawn has a new best friend?
‐ What if you're overreacting just a bit?
‐ What if they have a giant window they're keeping to themselves?
And they have trained punch monkeys to wait on them hand and foot
while they watch wall‐to‐wall window action?
‐ You're all wrong.
There's a full moon tonight.
That's when the Bettermans turn into
half‐man, half‐bear, half‐fish beasts!
‐ Too many halves.
‐ 'Cause they were bitten by bearacudas!
And that made them wereacudas!
‐ [mouth full] Wereacudas?
[gasps]
‐ Oh. Is that why they're sneaking around up there?
‐ Let's go. No noise.
‐ Come on, guys, there's no such thing as‐‐
[Sandy growls] [all grunting]
[Grug panting]
wereacudas.
[all grunting, panting]
[grunts in effort]
[grunts]
[snarls, growls]
[sighs, grunts]
[all grunt]
‐ Hey, guys. I took the elevator.
‐ Pipe down!
♪ dramatic music playing ♪
‐ Here's the plan. I grab Phil.
Ugga, you wrap up Hope.
Eep, you're on Dawn patrol. EEP: Mm‐hmm.
GRUG: Thunk, try not to get bitten.
‐ And, most importantly, aim for the gills!
‐ Or we could just talk to them because the Bettermans aren't wereacudas.
‐ Aw, I love that you always see the bright side, Guy‐Boy.
But this time it might get us killed.
So less talking, more stalking.
♪ suspenseful music playing ♪
‐ [winces] Ooh. Are you sure you want to do that?
Just trying to help.
‐ Don't listen to him, Mom.
Dad's just trying to mess with your head.
‐ Way ahead of him, Dawn. We're married, remember?
That means I'm Phil‐proof.
Eh!
‐ Ha! I win!
Ah, the delicious nectar of victory.
You two know how sweet it is.
Oh, wait, you don't.
Because I am and always shall be undefeated.
‐ Phil, you promised you wouldn't do that.
‐ Do what, dear? Win?
‐ No, be a bad sport.
You said tonight would be all fun, no gloating, remember?
‐ Did I?
‐ Yes! That's why Dawn and I are here.
But you haven't changed at all.
‐ Yeah, Dad. You're making a shame night of game night.
EEP: Game night?
[Phil screams]
‐ Oh, yeah, game night. Ha, ha!
I remember this from when I was a kid.
The Bettermans used to invite my family over to play games.
It was‐‐ It was so much fun.
‐ Sure, because games are fun.
‐ So no wereacudas here, Mom. Just games.
‐ What's a wereacuda?
‐ Part‐man, part‐bear, part‐fish‐‐
Eh, you know the parts, 'cause you are one!
Get 'em!
[Gran yells] [Sandy growls]
[Gran grunting in effort]
‐ Anyway, I like games.
‐ Yeah, not a fan of games.
It's too much work.
But I'm a big fan of game snacks.
Mm! Banana chips. It's not bad.
But I'm not gonna settle.
I'm gonna find the ultimate game snack.
Because that is my destiny.
‐ Uh, why didn't you invite us? We like fun.
‐ Me too!
That's why I like games.
‐ I just assumed you wouldn't be interested.
These games are more cerebral than corporeal.
[bird cawing in distance]
Brain, not brawn.
ALL: Ohh!
‐ So it was for your own good.
After all, strategy and concentration,
and, well, thinking aren't exactly your cup of bitter leaf juice.
‐ From what I remember, game night is for everyone.
‐ I like games! My brain good. Grug play.
‐ You're proving my point.
So if you'll excuse us,
Hope and Dawn are eager to challenge my winning streak.
‐ No, Phil. You blew it.
I'm done playing games with you tonight.
‐ Yeah, Dad. I've lost my game face.
‐ Good news, Croods.
A seat at the table just opened up.
You have no chance of defeating me, but it's all in good fun.
Welcome to game night!
‐ I'm playing first.
PHIL: Stack Sticks is quite simple.
Take a stick from the bottom and put it on top
without toppling the stack.
Like so.
If I factor the stick's exit angle,
calculate removal velocity
to maintain the stack's structural integrity,
then consider the load‐bearing sticks below it,
I choose
this one.
Advantage, Phil.
Your turn, Grug.
‐ Ha! I can do that.
‐ And I win.
‐ What? But I barely touched it.
‐ Yes. That's the way the stack sticks stumble.
Point, me.
‐ I'm playing again.
‐ In the game of Rock, Leaf, Sharp Rock,
rock beats sharp rock,
sharp rock beats leaf and leaf beats rock.
Touch one when I say go.
Go!
Leaf beats rock. I win.
‐ Leaf beats rock? Pfft.
That's ridiculous.
Rock beats everything.
‐ Not in this game.
Point, me.
[grunts in frustration]
‐ I'm playing again!
‐ Honey, maybe someone else should play.
‐ My turn!
PHIL: Finally, the blue shells move diagonally
while the red shells move vertically.
And that's the Shell Game.
Any questions?
‐ Nope. I got it.
‐ You moved right into my trap.
Point, me! I win!
Which means I get to wear the winner's crown.
Yes!
No... one... beats... the... Phil!
‐ Pfft! Big whoop.
These games are stupid.
[grunts angrily]
Let's go, Croods. We have more important things to do.
‐ Like stopping the wereacudas! [Sandy snarling]
Get 'em!
‐ Boy, this brings back memories.
Thank you for a lovely game night.
♪
‐ I gotta say, Grug, you handled losing better than I expected.
I'm proud of you.
‐ Aw, thanks.
Now I'll be busy for the next few days practicing games
until I can beat Phil because nothing else matters.
‐ And there it is.
It's just like the time that crowverine beat you in a race.
[panting] [crowverine squawks]
‐ Just because you beat me doesn't mean you won!
‐ You're just a bad loser, Grug.
So I want you to walk away from this.
‐ But I‐‐ [grunts in annoyance]
Okay, I'll walk away.
‐ Thank you.
‐ I'll walk away right after I beat Phil.
‐ That's the spirit, Dad.
We're with you all the way.
Beat Phil! Beat Phil!
‐ Yeah! Beat Phil! Beat Phil! Beat Phil! Beat Phil!
‐ Eep, what are you doing?
If Grug loses, won't he tear down the tree house?
‐ Look, we'll never stop him.
So we might as well help him beat Phil.
‐ So you think Grug can win?
‐ Oh, no. Dad can't beat Phil in brain games.
But I can beat Phil with the timeout club.
So you lure him into the living room and, boom, Dad wins.
‐ So your plan is to hit Phil with a club?
Maybe we should go talk to Phil instead.
‐ Okay, but it'll be tough to talk to Phil while he's in timeout.
‐ Uh‐‐ Hmm. Mm‐mmm.
♪
‐ Game Phil again.
And no whining.
You couldn't beat me even if you had hands.
No licking either.
Lose with dignity.
Uhh‐‐ GUY: Phil?
Can we talk to you?
‐ Yes. Of course.
‐ So Grug's feeling down about game night.
He's hoping for a rematch.
‐ And we'd like you to go easy on him.
‐ I could.
But then it wouldn't be a game.
Games are for winning.
And there can only be one winner.
‐ Sorry you feel that way, Phil.
I was hoping to do this the easy way.
‐ You're right, Phil.
But isn't beating Grug at brain games a hollow victory?
I mean, you're so much smarter than Grug.
‐ That's true. I am brilliant.
‐ Right!
So what if you played some brawn games against my Dad?
That's a real challenge for a real winner.
‐ I know what's happening here.
BOTH: You do?
‐ Of course.
You think I'm unstoppable
and you want to bask in the glow of my gaming supremacy.
I don't blame you. Game on!
‐ My dad's gonna crush him.
‐ Point, us.
[birds chirping]
♪
‐ Stack Sticks struggles, stranger?
‐ No.
Yes.
I can't stack sticks.
‐ There, there, Grug.
Dry your tears.
‐ I'm not crying.
‐ It's a metaphor.
Ugh. Never mind.
How would you like to play some games more suited to your... brawn?
Brawn means muscle.
‐ Oh!
Then you're talking my talk words.
‐ Go for the gills!
‐ Not now, Gran.
We got games to play. [Gran screaming]
‐ Our first game is Hunt or Be Hunted.
‐ So... it's hunting?
‐ To oversimplify it, yes.
I will run and you will catch me.
Ha. If you can.
GRUG: Catch you? Ha!
This is my kinda game.
‐ Indeed. Your brawn should have no problem besting my brain.
‐ Uh, heh, hunting?
Yeah, more like slaughter.
‐ Yeah, I almost feel bad for Phil.
He doesn't stand a chance.
‐ Don't be too sure.
Phil would never play a game he couldn't win.
DAWN: Mm‐hmm.
Winning is more important to my dad than I am.
‐ Oh, I'm sure that's not true.
HOPE: No, it is.
Phil needs to win.
He said he would change, but he hasn't.
And, if Phil doesn't win, well, we're all in trouble.
I learned that the hard way.
♪
I won! I finally beat you. Ha!
♪
[rumbling]
[pigator squeals]
[birds screeching] [Hope grunting in effort]
Phil, it's been three weeks.
You lost. Get over it.
[bird screeches] [grunts]
The farm is falling apart.
GUY: So we have two terrible losers
playing against each other.
What's the worst that could happen? [Phil whimpers]
[laughs]
‐ Oh, I don't know. Just the end of life on the farm as we know it.
‐ Yeah. Maybe the timeout club was the way to go.
‐ Uh‐huh. Now you're talking my talk words.
[grunting]
‐ I've hunted my whole life.
You sure you wanna do this?
PHIL: Yes.
And put me down.
[body thuds] [Phil groans]
Thank you.
Shall we begin?
‐ It's your funeral fire.
Let's do it.
Huh.
Phil? Where'd you go?
Hmm.
Oh, it's on.
Gotcha!
Gotcha?
[clucks]
[gentle rumbling]
Gotcha!
[grunts]
♪
[chirps] Aw! You're not Phil!
Hmph! That's it.
I've looked everywhere.
I'm never gonna find him.
[egg shell cracks]
‐ That's because your brawn didn't look here.
But my brain did.
Point, me.
[Grug screams] [crowverine squawks]
‐ W‐w‐‐ I can't believe Dad lost a hunting game to Phil!
‐ I can't believe Phil built a fake crowverine egg just to win.
‐ Oh, Phil will do anything to win.
‐ Winning is everything!
‐ But to be fair, that's why I married him.
[sighs in adoration]
‐ He once invented a game for my birthday just so he could beat me at it.
My fourth birthday.
‐ I'm just glad Phil is gaming someone else now.
Better Grug than us.
‐ That's it.
Timeout time.
Guy, create a distraction.
‐ No. I'm sure Grug'll win the next one.
‐ Ooh, ooh. Are those bug nuggets?
I'll take some.
‐ No. You deserve better.
We all do.
And I'm going to find a better game snack
if it's the last thing I ever do!
[grunting in effort]
‐ And that's... rock lifting.
[strains] Beat that.
‐ Impressive display of raw brute strength.
But it's no match for raw brute brain.
Need I say it?
‐ No fair!
‐ Isn't it?
You used your strengths and I used mine.
Point, me.
[grunts sharply]
‐ Let me guess.
Dad will win the next one?
‐ Maybe?
[grunts forcefully]
‐ Whoo! Big throw! Big throw!
‐ Maybe you beat me before,
but no way you can throw a spear farther than that.
‐ True. Lucky for me you agreed to "enhanced throwing" when we started.
‐ Because I didn't know what it was!
Wh‐‐ What is it?
‐ [grunts] Allow me to demonstrate.
♪
Victory, me.
I... am... the... game master!
I'm taking your pelt because I've bested you.
[panting]
It's a display of dominance!
[grunting in effort]
[groans]
On second thought, keep the pelt and wear the shame of defeat.
Also, it smells.
‐ Okay! Phil's spear went farther, Dad, but yours went... straighter.
‐ I'm proud of you, Grug.
You've never taken a loss this well.
‐ A lot of people say being a good loser makes you a winner.
‐ Nope. No one says that, Guy.
‐ Maybe they do starting now.
‐ See, Phil? Losing graciously isn't so hard.
Even Grug can do it.
[Grug grunts in annoyance]
‐ Yeah, Dad. Maybe you can remember this at my next birthday?
‐ Why? I'm not a loser like Grug.
‐ [inhales sharply] I'm not a loser!
‐ Then how do you explain all the losing?
‐ Just because I lost doesn't mean I lost.
‐ Actually, that's precisely what it means.
And it proves I can beat you at anything,
thanks to my superior brain.
[growling in anger]
‐ He's about to blow, Guy.
[growling intensifies]
‐ Don't worry. I just had an amazing idea.
Or as some people say, a Guy‐dea.
‐ Nope. No one says that.
‐ Maybe they do starting now.
Easy, big fella.
As Hope might say,
just empty your mind and think of your happy place.
Because I was thinking we could play a new game.
A game for everyone.
And it's called‐‐
‐ Survival.
Dad and Phil, outside the wall, on their own.
No tools, supplies or food. Who can last longer.
‐ Not what I was gonna say at all.
‐ Yes. Right now. Let's Survival!
‐ Interesting.
But you know what else is interesting?
That new game Guy almost talked about.
‐ Uh‐‐ ‐ No more games.
I can't take the farm shutting down again if Phil loses.
‐ And there won't be a farm if Grug loses.
Just a smoldering crater.
‐ Hope and Ugga make excellent points.
‐ Oh, sounds like you're chicken seal.
Oi‐i‐i‐nk!
‐ That's not the sound chicken seals make.
[chicken seals squawk]
‐ That's the sound chicken seals make.
‐ And I don't sound like that.
Fine, Grug, I gladly accept your challenge.
And I'll win again because I love the wilderness!
‐ Quick reminder that you can't bring tools, supplies or food.
You have to survive on your own out here.
‐ Oh, all right.
Chunky, you're free to go.
[Chunky growls]
‐ Much better.
Time for Survival. Good luck.
‐ No, I can't do this! [gasps]
I mean, I can't wait to do this.
‐ Ha! You got it right the first time.
And, uh, don't follow me.
[door opens]
♪
Are you following me?
‐ Me? Of course not.
I love the wilderness.
♪
[bird cawing] [owl hoots]
If I weren't already married, wilderness, I'd marry you.
Because what's not to love?
Fresh air, majestic trees‐‐
[insect buzzing] [screams]
Brazen insects with dreadful stings.
[buzzing continues] [screams]
That are everywhere and favor necks.
Ugh, thorns! So many thorns.
[screams] [bird squawks]
Ohh!
Majestic... tree.
[animal screeches]
[laughs]
[grunting]
♪
[bird screeches] ‐ Ooh!
[panting]
♪
[yelling] I love the wilderness!
‐ [screams] I hate the wilderness!
[grunting in effort]
[insect buzzing] [screams]
[wind whistles]
What was that?
Oh. It was just the wind.
[wind gusting]
What was that?
Oh. [chuckles nervously]
Just more wind.
[grunting]
GRUG: [whispers eerily] Phil.
‐ What was that?
GRUG: [in spooky voice] It's not the wind.
‐ Gah!
[Grug laughs]
GRUG: Gotcha!
‐ What are you doing here?
‐ I figured you were in trouble.
And I was right. Ready to give up?
‐ [scoffs] Not a chance.
I'll be fine as soon as I start this fire.
‐ Oh, you mean like this?
‐ Ha! I tricked you into starting my fire.
Brain always beats brawn.
‐ In that case, your brain can start it again.
[stomping]
I'm going back to my camp.
Have a good night.
[blowing]
‐ Ha! Fire!
As I said, brain always beats‐‐ [growling]
[whimpers] brawn.
[sighs deeply]
‐ Wilderness, why did I ever leave you?
[Phil screams in distance]
[sighs] Maybe it was the screaming.
[Phil screaming in fear]
Hmm. That sounds like Phil.
[screaming continues]
And that sounds like victory.
Point, me.
[Phil screaming]
[growling]
[screaming continues]
Ha!
Well, gee, Phil,
you look a little down.
In a pit.
Get it?
'Cause you're in a pit. [laughs]
‐ Oh, Grug. Heh.
[to himself] Thank the stars you're here.
I was taken by these bearacudas.
For some reason they put me in this pit.
‐ Yeah, because they're gonna eat you.
Bearacudas keep food in a pit until they're hungry.
‐ What? Get me out of here!
[growls] ‐ Whoa!
That one almost got me.
Sure, I'll get you out.
Right after you say I won.
‐ What? Never!
‐ Okay. Enjoy dinner.
Sorry, enjoy being dinner.
[grunts]
‐ Fine! Leave me.
But when the bearacudas eat me,
I'll be in their bellies,
outside the wall.
So I'll be out here longer than you,
and I'll be the winner.
‐ Ha! You mean dinner.
'Cause they're gonna eat you.
[growls] Whoa!
Yeah, getting closer.
And you have to be alive to win, Phil.
‐ We never agreed to that!
‐ The game is called Survival!
You can't get eaten and‐‐
[growls] Whoa! Ha!
[growls] Missed me.
[screams]
[body thuds] [Grug groans]
[bearacudas snoring]
[Phil sighs deeply]
‐ Honestly, I don't know what's worse,
getting eaten or losing.
‐ Definitely losing.
And we both lost.
‐ Hmm. Not so fast.
Since the bearacudas are involved, this is now a three‐player game.
So we could both win
and the bearacudas could lose.
‐ You sure that's how it works?
‐ Yes. Because it means we don't have to lose.
It's win‐win.
Except for the bearacudas because they lose.
‐ I'm good with that. So how do we win‐win?
‐ Simple.
We combine my brain and your brawn
in the ultimate game of Rock, Leaf, Sharp Rock.
First, we use Sharp Rock to carve the bones into climbing holds.
And you use your beastly strength to turn the bones into a makeshift ladder.
Then we wrap our feet in Leaf to muffle our footsteps,
and we sneak past the bearacudas to freedom.
GRUG: What about Rock?
What's that for?
PHIL: That's for if the bearacudas wake up.
[gasps] [bearacudas growling]
Throw Rock. Throw Rock!
[grunts]
[growling menacingly] [Phil whimpers]
[both screaming]
‐ That's right. It's Thunk!
[cheering] [whooping]
DAWN: Yes!
‐ It's me.
‐ I always wished game night could be like this.
You know, fun.
Too bad the dads are missing it.
‐ Don't worry, Dawn.
The dads will walk through that door any moment.
Well, my dad will.
But he'll be carrying your dad.
‐ I hope not.
This is the best game night we've ever had.
From now on, game night is officially a Phil‐free zone.
Woo‐hoo!
‐ Okay, next one.
Guess what I drew.
‐ Ooh. Ooh‐ooh! Is it a fish thingy?
‐ You have to be more specific.
‐ A fish thingy with claws?
‐ More specific than that.
[gibberish]
Good guess, Sandy, but no.
THUNK: Ooh! GUY: Hmm.
‐ Well‐‐ [chuckles]
I'm done guessing.
‐ Yeah? You know what I drew?
‐ No. But I finally found the perfect game snack,
banana chips.
‐ Wasn't that the snack you started with?
‐ Oh, yeah.
Well, it's not the snack destination.
It's the snack journey.
[chomping noisily]
‐ Anybody else?
PHIL and GRUG: Bearacudas!
[both whimpering]
‐ Hey‐hey, you guessed what I drew.
‐ Which means you won Guess What I Drew.
‐ No, bearacudas trapped us.
‐ They wanted to eat us.
‐ Whoa! So did they eat you?
‐ [panting] No, son.
We're here.
‐ That's right.
Because Grug and I played the game of Survival.
Together.
‐ And we won!
Together.
‐ And then I won this game.
‐ What? No, I said "bearacudas" first.
‐ Yes.
First after me.
‐ Did any of those bearacudas bite you and turn you into wereacudas?
‐ Me? No.
But Phil? Maybe.
‐ What?
‐ Better safe than sorry.
Aim for the gills, Sandy!
[Sandy growling] [Gran yells]
[screams]
[Gran yells] [Phil screaming]
♪
[chirping] [bearacudas growling]
♪
♪ vocalizing ♪
♪ closing theme playing ♪
♪