(theme music playing)
SINGER: One, two, three, four ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
La, la, la, la, la ♪
Hmm. It's in here somewhere.
- What'll we do if we catch it? - We can teach it
to play games with us,
offer it some food, gain its trust,
and infiltrate its family.
(gasps) I found it!
- (squeaking) - There it goes!
Oh, no, you don't! (grunts)
Ow! Huh?
"Property of Bill". "Danger".
Those were words I never thought I'd see together.
The unlikely match-up is intriguing.
CRICKET: (gasps) Lookie here!
- A bunch of old toys? - Sharp edges.
Breakable glass. Toxic chemicals?
They ain't just old toys... they're danger toys!
- (flame blazes) - Fire hazard! Cool.
Except for this one. It appears to be
a whimsical game of cards and family fun.
One-O, huh? Looks like a real hoot.
I'm down to try it out.
Brother, would you care to join us?
- CRICKET: They are dangerous! - He's not listenin'.
Oh, there you kids are.
Ah! You found my old toys.
I was saving them for when you were a bit older,
but I suppose you're--
Cricket, you listening?
(gasps) Ah!
- (popping) - Ooh.
What's doin' all the poppin'?
- (pops) - (gasps) These popping-disks
are perfect for causin' some mayhem!
Easy there, son. You've gotta be
real careful with those poppers.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Hmm. - BILL: They're very dangerous.
You need to be extra careful...
CRICKET: What can I do with all these poppers?
I could plant 'em on the sidewalk for people to step on.
Or pop 'em in the pool could be a blast!
Oh, or maybe I could do one at the dinner table and say,
"I didn't know we were havin' lollipops."
(laughs)
Cricket! Are you listening to me?
What? Oh, oh, yeah. Of course.
Good. 'Cause that was really important.
Now I'm also gonna need your help with three chores today,
so just keep playing and I'll come getcha
in a little bit. (whistles)
Finally! I thought he'd never quit talking.
Now, just need to figure out exactly what I'm gonna do
with all these poppers... (gasps)
Let's make a mega-bang, baby! (grunts)
- (explodes) - (buzzing, whistling)
Whoa. Oh, man. That was awesome.
I gotta find me more of them poppers.
Wait a minute, something seems off.
Why ain't the creaky windmill creakin'?
Why ain't Melissa's bell bellin'?
And how come the only thing I hear is "screeeeeee?"
Hmm. "Warning. Improper use may cause temporary hearing damage."
Ah, that explains it. (screams)
Oh, man. I'll be in deep dook
if Dad finds out I didn't listen to his warning!
Oh, I gotta keep this a secret until my ears heal.
This is gonna be difficult. Oh, boy.
(muffled) Hey, son! Ya ready?
CRICKET: All right, play it cool.
(muffled) I was thinking how nice it'll be for you...
CRICKET: Oh, what's he saying?
Come on, Cricket, look for clues!
Tool belt. And three?
Oh! Dad said something about three chores earlier.
That's fine. Just three chores?
Easy.
TILLY: All right. One-O.
It appears the objective is to discard
all the cards you possess,
and the first to do so wins.
So I just gotta get rid of these?
- (screams) There, I win! - No, Alice.
You have to match the color or number of the card
that's on top of the discard pile.
That's right! And after getting rid
of all your cards, you have to say
"I won-o!"
(laughs) Clever game.
I'll get us started. With a blue six.
Hmm. This is pretty cute.
Bit of a baby's game, but I vibe with it.
Can you believe this was in a box labeled "danger"?
It must have been put in there by accident.
This game is as safe as can be.
(suspenseful music playing)
CRICKET: All right. Just pretend you can hear Dad
and you'll make it through this.
(muffled) All looking good!
CRICKET: Who am I kiddin'?
You're in a lose-lose situation, Cricket.
If Dad finds out you can't hear, you're in trouble.
And if you mess up these chores, you're in trouble too!
Oh, shoot! Is he sayin' somethin'?
Phew, we're good.
Maybe I'm worrying too much.
I get by without listening on a daily basis.
Ah buds, he wants something. Uh...
(muffled) What was that? I asked to grab the toolbox.
CRICKET: Right. Tools.
Well, this should be easy.
(inhales deeply, screams)
Does he want this tool or this one?
How am I supposed to know which one he wants?
Come on, Cricket, you're takin' too long! Just pick somethin'!
Here's a wrench, father.
'Cause, uh, there's nothing a good wrench can't fix.
Right?
(muffled) Hmm...
NANCY: Whoo! I've got one card left!
Nancy's got this in the bag!
Don't take premature inventory of your chickens, Mama.
It's still Tilly's turn!
Hmm. Purple seven,
purple seven...
Shug, you clearly don't have a matching card.
Mama, please!
I am trying to strategize.
Hmm... Yeah, I got draw more.
- Phew, I'm finally-- - TILLY: Oh, look what I got!
An "Other Way" card, meaning the turn order
goes the other way. To Remy.
(sniffs) Yeah--no, that's cool.
Cool and fun, cool and fun.
Hmm. Boom! Draw five!
What the... why though?
Sorry, it's all I had!
- (grunting) - (tense music playing)
(muffled) Ah, the chicken coop.
Can't get that in a grocery store, eh?
CRICKET: All right, only two chores left.
Looks like this one has something to do
with the chickens.
Seems simple enough.
(scoffs) Easy.
(muffled) I think it'd be a good idea--
CRICKET: Dad looks serious. Must be important.
Oh, I'll read his lips!
"Go shake up the rooster."
Go shake up the rooster? Ha.
Must be some ancient farming technique.
Cricket, you've solved another mind puzzle.
(rooster squawking)
What in the world... (screaming)
(thuds, gasps)
(rooster clucking)
(both sighs)
Cricket! What on earth are you doing?
I told you, "Don't wake up the rooster!"
CRICKET: I may have read his lips wrong.
Uh-oh. He looks confused.
Can't let him get too suspicious.
Time to distract.
I just don't understand--
(Cricket cries)
That mean ol' rooster tried to peck me and I--
I almost got hurted!
(hushed) My baby boy.
Come on, let's move on to something else.
CRICKET: I am a genius.
NANCY: Purple four. Purple four. Purple four.
Mmm, skip. Tilly's turn.
- Sorry, Nance. - Why?
I was so close to winning!
Remy's turn.
Looks like I'm in a bit of a bind.
Unless...
Huh? Oh, no.
You've done more than enough damage, you imp!
Watch yourself, bucko.
REMY: Draw five.
That's it! Hyah!
(Remy squeals)
Hey, I'm not done with you yet!
Hm. Tilly?
She doesn't have any cards left. Did she win?
Well, technically she still has to say,
"I won-o."
Why isn't she sayin' it?
Yeah, shug! Say it!
TILLY: Mm? Mmm-mm.
Say it!
I won-o...
Cheater!
(screaming, clattering)
CRICKET: This is goin' great!
Just one more chore and I'm home free!
Mm?
(muffled) Cricket? Are you ready?
This is an easy one.
CRICKET: Oh, no. What's he want now?
C'mon, c'mon. Gotta think quick.
And it's very important that you--
CRICKET: Crazy weather we're having.
Why are clouds even a thing?
Tell you why. Rain.
Huh, you say something?
- Uh... - Thought so.
Anyways, that brings me back to the weather.
Which is crazy.
Like water... That's it. Keep talkin' Cricket!
Don't let Dad get a word in!
Maybe you can buy enough time to get your hearing back.
But enough about the weather.
Did I tell you about this rash I got?
Huh?
What does Dad want me to do with this pipe?
(screaming)
Draw a card!
Draw! A card!
You're cheating! And you're cheating!
You're all cheating!
(grunts, gasps)
Guys! Stop!
Huh?
Look at the family on the box!
They aren't laughing.
They're screaming!
This game is meant to drive us crazy!
It truly is a dangerous toy.
Put those devil-cards back where you got 'em!
No. Someone else might find them one day.
We must finish this game...
permanently.
All righty, Cricket.
Just about ready for the-- wha--?
Eh? Is this right?
What has gotten into you today, son?
(chuckles) Yeah!
Armadillos are weird, huh?
Wait a minute. Dad just wanted me to hold it?
(muffled) Great work, son!
CRICKET: We're done? I'm in the clear!
I made it through the whole day without listening to Dad once!
(humming)
(muffled) Cricket, don't do that!
Get down from there!
Not listening, Dad!
You said three chores, so that's all I'm doing--
Ah, leaf!
Cricket!
(screaming)
CRICKET: Okay, I'm stuck in a chimney and I can't hear.
I've been through worse.
- (fire popping) - Nope, this is the worst!
Uh, hey, guys?
Could you put out the fire, please?
(all chanting)
Done-o with one-o!
CRICKET: Oh, man. They can't hear me!
(muffled) Hold on!
CRICKET: (grunts) Dad's tool belt?
What's he want me to do with this?
(muffled) Use the claw on the hammer,
and pull yourself up!
I'm sorry, Dad!
I wouldn't be in this mess if I had listened to you!
(grunts)
Oh, Cricket boy. This is it!
The flames are so close, I can almost hear it poppin'!
Wait, I can hear it poppin'!
For the 15th time, Cricket!
Use the claw on the hammer-head to pull yourself up!
(gasps) I can hear again!
Cricket lives another day!
(hammer clanking)
(grunts, sighs)
Thank goodness you're safe!
(coughs) Thanks, Dad.
Sorry I didn't listen to you.
Are you angry?
Cricket, when you don't listen to me,
it doesn't make me angry, it makes me scared.
You could've gotten really hurt.
I know! I would have been a cooked Cricket
if it wasn't for you!
I now realize how valuable your blabbin'--
I mean words, really are.
I promise I'll listen better!
I hope so.
I know it's hard to listen when you're a kid.
You know, one time I didn't listen to your Gramma
and blew my ears out with those popper-disks.
Heh. Ya don't say?
One-O? Ooh, dis looks fun!