[grunts in effort]
[screams, grunts] [snarls]
[bird chirping]
[Eep whooping, laughing]
[continues whooping and laughing]
‐ Whoa!
[laughs]
Yeah!
Woo‐hoo‐hoo!
[chuckles]
[yells, grunts]
Whoo!
And that's crowverine gliding.
‐ No!
This is crowverine gliding.
Boost me!
[Eep grunts in effort] [Dawn yells]
[chuckles]
Yeah! Woo‐hoo!
Crow big or crow home!
Crow no! I'm losing my grip!
[Dawn screaming]
‐ Hang on!
[Dawn whimpers]
‐ Oh, crow is me!
[screaming]
[grunting in effort]
[screaming]
‐ ♪ 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 ♪
[screaming]
[grunts]
‐ Gotcha!
That was awesome!
Nothing like a little Midnight Mayhem
to make the thing in your chest thump.
‐ Mine is thumping like it wants to escape.
‐ Nice!
The thumpier the better.
But we better get back before everyone wakes up.
[crowverine squawks] [Dawn yells]
[Eep laughs]
♪
Glide you later, crowverine.
[Dawn yells, grunts] [Eep laughs]
Guy‐Boy, where are you?
‐ Right here.
[screams]
Sorry. [laughs]
Didn't mean to scare you.
‐ How did you do that?
‐ It's all smoke and mirrors!
Literally. I used smoke and mirrors.
‐ Nice! So no one knows we left for Midnight Mayhem?
‐ Have I ever let you down?
When I cover for you, you're covered.
Hop in.
♪
‐ Guy‐Boy, you've outdone yourself.
‐ Aw, it's nothing.
Just some wigs I made,
some strategically‐placed food
and a few dry runs with Belt, Sash and Douglas.
[chuckles] [twittering]
‐ Yeah, but what do you mean by,
"There's no berry cakes for breakfast"?
‐ Is that a real question?
[growls softly]
‐ Berry cakes for me, please.
‐ Dawn, weren't you listening?
There are no berry cakes because they were stolen.
‐ No, we heard because we definitely didn't just get here.
[chuckles]
[chirps] [yells, clears throat]
‐ Uh, but just in case someone else wasn't listening, like Gran‐‐
‐ [yells] Because we don't need men!
Oh. I'm here. What's for breakfast?
‐ Can we do a quick recap?
‐ Sure. The punch monkeys are stealing food
from the kitchen, the fields, everywhere. [punch monkey screeches]
And that's about it.
‐ Eh, we needed to cut back on food anyway.
Eatin' makes you soft.
Got a story to prove it.
Many moons ago‐‐
‐ Now isn't the time for one of your long stories, Gran.
Now is the time for vengeance
against those insufferable, fist‐wielding beasts!
‐ Right. That's why I'm gonna find 'em and grind 'em!
[punch monkey screeches]
Hey!
‐ I'm afraid this task requires a more sophisticated approach,
free of simpleminded rhymes.
Namely, my approach.
[punch monkey screeches]
Hey!
‐ Why don't we just talk to them?
‐ Talk? To simians who communicate through pugilistic violence?
An exercise in futility.
Thankfully, I've got a better idea.
I'll invent a brilliant trap to catch the punch monkeys.
‐ And I've got a better idea than his idea.
I'll catch them with my bare hands.
‐ And I've got an even better idea.
Use your words.
Words solve more problems than violence.
‐ First one to catch a punch monkey gets to sleep in a bed.
‐ You're always welcome to sleep in a bed, but you're on.
‐ Hate to not eat and run,
but Dawn and I have a big day ahead of us, right, Dawn?
‐ Yep. A big, quiet, not dangerous in any way day.
Let's go!
[bird chirping]
♪
‐ Dawn! ‐ Gah!
‐ Sorry. I know you got spooked by that crowverine last night,
and me just now,
but I've got a great idea for Midnight Mayhem.
Two words, cave collapse.
‐ Falling rocks, stale air, no light,
tempting but I think I'll pass.
‐ What about sand swimming?
And by sand, I mean quicksand.
And by swimming, I mean trying not to sink.
‐ Buried alive?
[chuckles nervously] Love it.
But maybe another time?
‐ You're right.
Keep it simple.
When's the last time you were in a volcano?
‐ I'm not really in a lava mood.
‐ Okay. I hear you.
You had a near miss and you wanna e‐e‐ease back into action.
I know just the thing.
[bird squawks]
DAWN: Branch bounce?
‐ Yeah, it's easy. I'll go first.
[yelling and laughing]
[grunts]
‐ You call that a branch bounce?
[grunting in effort]
‐ Uh‐oh. [Gran groans]
Gran, are you okay?
‐ Eh, if your joints ain't crackin', you must be slackin'.
‐ Okay, Dawn, your turn.
‐ Great.
Because I wasn't hoping you'd forget about me.
Here I go.
[grunts]
♪
Yes. Branch bounce.
So much fun.
‐ What's wrong with other girl who lives here?
‐ Uh, Dawn had a close call last night.
‐ It's no big deal.
I almost went splat for the very last time.
That's all.
‐ Huh. Lost your grrr, huh?
‐ "Grrr"? What's that?
‐ You ever had a fire in your belly?
‐ Sure.
One time I ate some lava peppers‐‐
‐ Not that kind of fire.
I'm talkin' about a fire that never stops burnin'.
A fire that keeps you goin' when you wanna quit.
But not a fire.
That's grrr!
Get it?
‐ So grrr is courage?
‐ Exactly.
Many moons ago,
a close friend of mine named, uh, uh‐‐
[groans] Who remembers names?
Anyway, she lost her grrr.
So she climbed to the top of Grrr Mountain
to get her grrr back!
The end.
‐ That's it? Wow.
That's a lot shorter than your usual stories.
‐ Uh, yeah, it is, isn't it?
‐ But it has everything we need to get Dawn's grrr back.
‐ It does?
‐ Yeah!
All we have to do is climb to the top of Grrr Mountain
and, boom, you've got grrr.
Thanks, Gran.
‐ [sighs] It was nice knowing you, Gran.
‐ Feel like I'm forgetting an important part of that story.
Eh, I'm sure it doesn't matter.
‐ This is your idea to catch punch monkeys?
Papaynapple juice?
I know they love papaynapple but‐‐
‐ No, that's merely the bait.
When those furry‐faced filchers, thirsty from thievery,
reach for this cup of papaynapple juice,
it will trigger an elaborate network of vines
that will sweep them into the trees,
immobilizing them, paw and foot, in vine cuffs.
‐ Pfft, punch monkeys won't fall for this.
‐ Of course they will.
They're almost as mindless as you.
Now watch and weep.
‐ Hey, uh, what are you guys doing?
‐ Your father is existing
and I'm trapping punch monkeys.
‐ Like the ones right behind you?
[punch monkeys screech] PHIL: Oh! No!
They ruined my trap.
Quickly, I need to fix this before‐‐
Ohh!
Those mischievous miscreants turned my own trap against me.
How?
‐ Because you brought farm smarts to a jungle brawl.
But I'm gonna stop those monkeys with my inner beast.
‐ How is that different from your outer beast?
‐ Oh, if you guys wanna get rid of punch monkeys,
all you gotta do is‐‐
PHIL: Not now, Thunk!
Get me down!
[groans]
Thank you.
EEP: If your parents catch us
climbing Grrr Mountain,
they'll freak out.
So we need some help.
‐ Or maybe my parents have a point.
‐ Ha, good one.
Now let's go ask Guy to cover for us.
GUY: I'd love to.
[both scream]
[Guy groans]
[Guy sighs sharply]
‐ Sorry, Guy‐Boy. Reflex.
‐ Yep. My fault.
Oh, so, Grrr Mountain, huh?
A little mid‐day mayhem?
Hmm, short notice, high stakes,
but I got ya covered. [chuckles]
I just need wood. Lots of wood.
♪
‐ Guy‐Boy, you want us to get inside that?
GUY: Yes.
Because that's the last place anyone would ever look for you.
‐ He's right. I'd never look for us in there.
‐ Uh, me neither.
♪
[sniffing]
[snorting]
♪
‐ Wait just a minute, Guy.
‐ Hope and Ugga!
Ha, just who I was hoping to run into.
So, what's new?
‐ You speak punch monkey, right?
‐ Punch monkey? Yes. Yes, I do.
‐ Great. Can you teach us how to say‐‐
‐ I would love to, but I'm in a little bit of a rush.
Got a sick chicken seal on my hands, so... [smacks lips] gotta go.
[chuckles]
‐ That chicken seal did look a little off.
‐ Yeah. Because it was made of wood.
‐ You did it again, Guy. The chicken seal worked perfectly.
‐ I already miss being in there.
‐ You're welcome, you maidens of mischief.
And, until you return, your secret will be safe,
thanks to my clever Guy‐jinks!
‐ Whoa!
He vanished.
‐ Guy‐Boy? Where'd you go?
‐ Right here. [grunts sharply]
[Guy groans]
‐ Jeez.
‐ You really gotta stop doing that.
For your own good.
‐ [weakly] Yeah.
Solid advice. Yeah.
[bird cawing]
♪
[grunts]
‐ I don't know about this.
Maybe I don't need grrr?
‐ It's your call, Dawn.
The question is, if you give up on your grrr now, will you regret it?
‐ Well, I definitely don't wanna spend the rest of my life grrr‐free.
‐ Then let's do this.
There it is. Grrr Mountain.
♪
[bird screeches]
‐ I can't do this.
[grunts] ‐ You don't have to.
Because we're doing it together.
‐ Thanks, Eep.
Hey, maybe grrr stands for gr‐r‐roup effort.
[Grug sniffing]
‐ How exactly does this catch punch monkeys?
‐ If you wanna catch an animal, you gotta be an animal.
[sniffing]
‐ Hardly a stretch for you.
[punch monkeys screech, chatter]
‐ Papaynapples?
Ooh, I'm not gonna look this gift fruit in the mouth.
Thanks, sky!
[laugh, screech]
[sniffs]
‐ Ooh! I smell papaynapple.
And where there's papaynapple, there pa‐punch monkey.
[sniffing]
[grunting]
[grunting continues]
Hmph! Hmm.
‐ What are you doing?
‐ I'm hot on the punch trail.
[grunting]
Whoa!
Monkey see, monkey done.
♪
[grunts sharply]
[gasps]
‐ Dad, you're crushing my papaynapples.
[whimpers]
‐ Huh? This punch monkey looks like my son.
But how?
‐ Dad, it's me. Thunk. Your son.
‐ He even sounds like him.
‐ Because I am him.
[gasps] Don't you know me, Dad?
‐ Well, yeah. Of course.
It's just, I smelled papaynapple.
‐ Because the punch monkeys were toying with you as they did me.
Oh, they're clever, those punch‐happy primates.
They circumvented our solo efforts.
But what if we unite your animal acumen
with my inventive ingenuity
against our common enemy?
♪ triumphant music plays ♪
What say you, Grug?
‐ I say I have no idea what you just said.
[sighs deeply]
‐ I'm asking you to team up.
‐ Oh. Well, working on our own isn't working, so, sure.
Since you need me so much.
‐ A fragile alliance it is.
Go, Team Punch!
‐ Okay.
Let me know when you wanna hear my idea
for how to stop the punch monkeys from stealing.
My papaynapples!
DAWN: This mountain is bigger than it looked.
And it looked like a mountain.
‐ Don't think about the mountain.
Let's talk about something to take your mind off of it.
Ooh! I know. Let's swap secrets.
‐ Okay. But I don't have any secrets.
Especially from you.
I'm an open bark journal.
‐ Come on, Dawn.
Everyone has secrets.
I'll go first.
I used to think my shadow was alive and died when the sun went down.
‐ [chuckles] Well, I believed that too.
When I was six.
‐ Yeah, I stopped believing it last week.
Oh. Your turn.
‐ Hmm. Well, like I said, no secrets, so‐‐
‐ Really? You never did anything embarrassing?
Even as a kid?
‐ Oh, no.
I just remembered something awful.
‐ Ooh‐hoo. Sounds juicy. Spill it.
‐ Uh, maybe later.
Let's just keep‐‐ Whoa!
Oh, that's a big crevice.
How am I gonna get across?
‐ Easy. I'll help you.
Right after you tell me your secret.
‐ No way. It's too embarrassing.
‐ In that case, see you on the other side.
Yah! [grunts]
‐ Okay. You can do it. You can do it.
Are you nuts? You can't do it.
[whimpers] Just tell her the secret.
You can't tell her the secret.
[groans] Okay.
That's it, you're doing this.
[pants]
[yells]
[grunts, whimpers]
[grunts]
[sighs] You did it!
‐ Your secret's that bad, huh?
DAWN: Hmm.
What if Gran's wrong and I don't get my grrr back?
‐ Then you live the rest of your life in fear.
But that's not gonna happen
because we're going to make it to the top of this mountain.
‐ Uh... not if I have to go in there.
‐ Relax. I'll be with you every step of the way...
if you cough up your secret.
‐ You know, if I tell you my secret, it's not a secret anymore,
so really there's no secret to tell.
Eh, not buying it, huh?
Cave it is. [clears throat]
[yelling energetically] ‐ Hey! Wait up!
Did you suck your thumb?
‐ No.
‐ Night terrors?
‐ Not even close.
‐ Are your parents really crowverines?
‐ That would actually explain a lot, but no.
So are you gonna help me get across this vine or not?
‐ Sure. You got this, Dawn.
‐ Yah!
‐ Were you a hammock‐wetter?
‐ I still don't get this.
‐ Once again, when the vile simian vagabonds
breach the perimeter,
these pigators will start squealing.
That means our target is in the hot zone.
Then I'll launch the first‐ever "living net," that's you,
to ensnare the punch monkeys.
It's foolproof.
Or, more bluntly, you‐proof.
‐ Huh. Will it hurt?
‐ Yes, immensely.
But no pain, no restrain.
And it's the ideal symbiosis
of my infinite genius and your utilitarian bulk.
‐ I heard "yes" and then noises.
‐ Hey, guys. Still trying to catch the punch monkeys?
'Cause I know how to do it.
‐ I'm sure you think you do, Thunk.
But as you can see, Team Punch is on the job.
‐ I'm gonna be a net!
[rope snaps] [Grug gasps]
[punch monkeys bark, screech]
‐ No! We’ve been sabotaged again!
[groaning]
[grunts]
My beloved ballista!
[crying]
‐ Yeah. Hey, hey.
We don't need that 'cause we're who we are.
And you know what?
You're a success 'cause look how far you made that thing go.
‐ Yes, it did soar like a majestic Eelgle.
♪
You're right.
We'll prevail over those primate purloiners.
Because Team Punch.
[screams, groans] [body thuds]
‐ And because I know how to catch punch monkeys.
‐ [sighs] Fine, Thunk.
Let's hear your idea.
‐ All we have to do is share our food with them.
Then they'll leave us alone. Here, watch.
Hey, punch monkeys, I've got some papaynapple here.
[screeches]
There you are, little guys.
Now, you can have some papaynapple,
but we have to share.
[all screech angrily]
[all gasp]
♪
GRAN: Guy!
‐ [grunts] Oof!
‐ Never gonna happen, Guy‐Face.
I invented fear.
Now where's Eep and other girl?
‐ Eep and Dawn?
Yep, they're right over there. Frolicking.
[Belt and Sash tweeting]
GRAN: Ah, that's Belt and Sash in bad wigs.
I'm looking for the real Eep and other girl.
Are they back from Grrr Mountain yet?
‐ Wait, you know about that?
‐ Of course.
I told Eep a long story about a friend who lost her grrr
and climbed Grrr Mountain to get it back.
The end.
‐ That's it?
That's the whole story?
‐ Just remembered the rest of the story.
The mountain was deadly and my friend never came back.
Whew! Thought I was losing it there, but Gran's still got it.
‐ Wait, the mountain is deadly?
We need to go save Eep and Dawn!
GRAN: We?
Nah. Then I'd just have to save you too.
I'll bring the girls home.
You stay here and cover for us when you wake up.
‐ Wake up? But I'm not‐‐
[gibberish]
What are you do‐‐
GRAN: Nap tap!
[groans weakly]
[snoring]
[grunting in effort]
‐ [laughs] Yes!
I... I didn't think I could do it, but I did it!
Grrr Mountain, I own you!
[echoing] You... you!
‐ One small step for Dawn...
‐ One giant Eep for friend‐kind.
‐ Who are you calling a giant?
‐ Oh. [laughs]
Yeah, that didn't come out right.
But we made it to the top!
[both laugh]
We did it!
[whoops, laughs]
I guess that means I got my grrr back.
Thanks for all the help.
‐ You know what? You never lost your grrr.
You've always had it. Just like me.
‐ What are you talking about?
I was terrified.
‐ I'll let you in on another little secret.
I get scared too.
‐ What?
‐ Yeah, that's right.
Storms, bearacudas, even volcanoes.
But I don't let it stop me.
And neither did you.
That's true grrr.
‐ Whoa. That's huge.
This is a day to remember.
I need a memento.
Ooh. How about this weird rock?
‐ That's not a rock.
That's a tooth.
A really big tooth!
[both screaming]
And that's where it came from!
[growling]
This mountain has a mouth!
[both yell]
I knew Gran's story was too short!
‐ Yeah, she forgot the part about the mountain being alive!
‐ This is on my scared list.
Whoa!
[screams]
‐ Mine too.
But I've got grrr.
There's even a fire in my belly.
Or it's the vine squeezing me.
Either way, this mountain is going down!
[mountain roaring]
[yells]
‐ That's right, other girl.
Because Gran is here to save you.
‐ My name is Dawn.
‐ Yeah! And Dawn is gonna save us.
Because she's all grrr!
‐ Grrr!
[yelling, grunting]
[Dawn grunts]
[screaming]
[grunting in effort]
Whew!
GRAN: Not bad.
But if she can save you,
why did I have to come all the way up here?
‐ Not liking the look of those vines. [Dawn gasps in fear]
‐ Well, it's nothing a little Mountain Mayhem can't fix.
‐ Yeah, let's grrr this hill.
‐ So this part is all me, right?
‐ It's okay, Gran, we got this.
‐ Seriously?
Last time I rush out to save you two from a living mountain.
♪ uplifting music playing ♪
[grunts]
♪
[yawns]
♪
[gulping]
♪
‐ Vine block! How do we get past it?
‐ Why are you asking me?
This is other girl's show.
And where'd she go?
‐ Dawn? Oh, no!
She's not here! Dawn!
[crowverine squawks] ‐ Need a lift?
Grab on!
[all howl]
[laughter]
[crowverine squawks]
‐ Thanks for saving us.
‐ I didn't save you.
You saved‐‐
Oh, yeah, I did save you.
Thanks for reminding me that I could.
GRAN: You're welcome.
And thanks for doing my job back there, Dawn.
‐ Hey, you remembered my name.
GRAN: Don't get cocky, Grrr.
♪
‐ So, we fixed the punch monkey problem.
‐ While you guys were catching each other.
‐ How? [gasps]
Did you find my beloved ballista?
‐ No. We used our words.
‐ Words they could understand.
[screeches]
♪
[screeches]
[punch monkeys whimper]
♪
So, no more monkey business for a while.
Thanks to us.
And no thanks to you.
‐ So, because you didn't help us, we're not going to help you.
‐ To be fair, our failures made their success possible.
So, in a way, we fixed the punch monkey problem.
‐ Yes! Go, Team Punch!
‐ Hey, you know who'd be perfect for Team Punch?
The punch monkeys!
[both groan]
♪
‐ So... I got you something.
A grrrmento.
Or grrrvenir.
Your choice.
‐ I married a pumpkin.
‐ What?
‐ That's my secret.
When I was really little,
my best friend was a pumpkin named Gordo,
and I loved him so much, I pretended to marry him.
‐ Whoa. That's incredible.
‐ You should see the wedding album.
♪
Thanks for being the best best friend.
‐ Aw.
Thanks for sharing the best secret I've ever heard.
[snoring]
‐ How long do you think Guy will be asleep?
‐ Oh. Gran said not too long.
Three days, tops.
♪ vocalizing ♪
♪ closing theme playing ♪
♪