[grunts in effort]
-[screams] -[growls]
-[birds chirping] -HOPE: For the last time, Grug,
bacon is not a vegetable!
-Ah... Agree to disagree. [chomp]
-Well, Guy-boy. We're waiting.
-[Grug chewing] -Uh...
* *
Don't rush me. Good, sir.
-Would you please pass the salt? -Huh? [swallows]
Oh, sure thing, Guy. [grunts]
-Ah! [grunts] -Dad!
-He said "pass." He was open.
-[coughing] Heh, heh. Ooh.
[cheering]
-GRUG: Huh? -PHIL: Hm?
-A cup of salt? Is that good?
-Grug? Would you pass the bounceberry jam?
-Sure thing, Phil. Phil! -[Phil gasps]
You were wide open!
-Oh! [spits] That's awful!
-Grug, pass the water! -[grunts]
-[Ugga growls] -Oh...
* 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 *
* *
-GRUG: Hm... -PHIL: Yes, Grug.
-By all means, pull that stick. -[Grug growls]
-You're doing it again, Phil.
-Me? Doing what?
-That thing where you tell him to do something
that makes him lose.
-I don't do that!
Now, pull that stick with all your might.
After you close your eyes and spin.
[growls, sighs]
[dizzy yelling]
[sighs]
[energetic grunting]
[high-pitched grunting]
-What is happening? -I don't know,
but I can't look away.
-Ooh! [eneregetic grunting] -[Grug continues yelling]
Dance dare done! A triple D!
[kids cheering]
[dizzy groaning]
-Can I stop spinning? I'm getting--
Whoa! [grunts]
-Yes! Victory is mine!
-Ugh! Still not good.
-Stop drinking the salt!
PHIL: After many moons,
-my latest invention -[Grug sniffing]
is finally complete!
-Ugh. Please don't tell me you've been working on--
-New and improved lemon drink!
[groans]
-Why do you keep trying to fix lemon drink?
It's not broken.
-New and improved?
I'll be the judge of that.
[retching]
Why does it taste like it's mad at me?
-You did it, Phil. [coughs] You broke lemon drink.
-[stomach growling] -Ugh. This makes me wanna drink salt.
-No salt! -DAWN: Look out!
[slow-motion grunt]
[kids cheering]
-Dawn! Have you lost your mind?!
-Perhaps she's been poisoned!
[enunciating]: Dawn!
Does your head feel like it's growing a horn?!
-What? No, I'm fine!
We're just playing the dare game
and these guys dared me to roller log across the table!
Now, it's my turn! Eep, I dare you
to catch a lobstingray with your bare hands.
-You call that a dare? You're on.
-[kids cheer] -HOPE: The dare game?
-I don't like the sound of that. -That could go sour fast.
-Like this lemon drink.
-Ha! Lemon burn! -[Phil growls]
Ah! Oh!
[hoarsely]: Lemon burn! [wheezes]
-I love the dare game so much.
We should never stop playing it.
-Wrong!
You need to stop playing the dare game
right now.
-What? Why? -Yeah.
Do you even know what the dare game is?
-Not officially, but even Grug
could deduce from the uninspired name
that it's a contest where participants
dare each other to do things.
-But I don't know what "deduce" means. Is it a fish?
Oh, I could really go for some grilled deduce.
-Why do we have to stop? We're just having a little fun.
-For now. But you guys always take things too far.
-That's ridiculous. Name one time we took things too far.
[growls]
-[snoring] -[kids yelling]
[Grug screaming]
-[roaring] -[kids laughing, yelling]
[Phil screaming]
[slow-motion yelling]
-Does anyone else have a sand rash?
[yelling]
-Okay, we get it. We are awesome.
-Not the point at all.
-Don't worry, Ugga. We're older now. We've matured.
-The way an acorn grows into a majestic oak tree.
-Yeah? Because all I see are acorns.
-Acorn burn. Nice one, Hope.
-You know what? The parents are right.
Maybe we shouldn't grow up.
-Yeah. We could just live here
and eat their food and watch window...
-While they take care of us and clean up after us
for the rest of our lives!
-[deep sigh] -Well,
I guess you guys have to grow up at some point.
-And I suppose that's only possible
with some degree of independence during your formative years.
-As long as no one gets hurt by a deduce,
I'm okay with it.
Actually, I'm okay if Guy gets hurt.
-Thanks?
-Well, I'm not. It's too risky.
-Maybe, but isn't never taking a risk
the biggest risk of all?
-[sniffles] Childhood. Doesn't it go by in a blink?
-Dawn's right. Come on, parents.
-It's time to let go. -[parents sigh]
[creature roars]
[screaming, grunting]
-That crowverine did not like getting tickled.
But the dare is done, which means it's my turn.
G-man, I hope you like lava.
-I don't like it.
I lava it. [laughs]
And I apologize.
Both for making light of lava
and for the questionable wordplay.
HOPE: You know, Uggs?
This is the first time I've been able to meditate
and not worry about the kids.
-Why were we worried? They're just having fun,
not putting their lives at risk.
-[grunting] -Ah! It's hotter than it looks!
And it looks like a volcano! [yelling]
-Yes. They've come a long way.
-And now, they're spreading their wings. -GRUG: Mm...
-[wind blowing] -The sky is my playground!
-I am a living kite! -[kids laughing, cheering]
-Kids.
If you want 'em to grow, you gotta let go.
[chomp] You know, sink or swim.
-I'm sinking!
And that's enough quicksand! Pull me out!
-Of course, maturity doesn't just happen.
-It's a learned behavior. -Phil's right.
And they learned it from us. We're amazing parents.
-Ugga? How much longer?
-And... done. -[parents sigh]
Hoo-hoo! Come see.
-[chuckles] Exquisite.
A portrait of parenting perfection.
-But my forehead is still big. Why does that keep happening?
-And why did you paint the kids
launching Thunk from the ballista?
-No idea. As an artist,
the brush leads and I merely follow.
HOPE: Hm...
PHIL: Perhaps it's because the children
are launching Thunk from my ballista!
[all yell]
-W-What do I do after you launch me?
-Find somewhere soft to land, T-Bone.
-And if I can't find somewhere soft?
-Stop stalling. A dare's a dare. -[Thunk whimpering]
-Now let's get you in the air. -UGGA: Stop!
-What in the fire moon do you kids think you're doing?
-Launching Thunk over the wall? -But, responsibly.
-Yeah. I'm gonna find a soft place to land.
Not sure how yet...
-Launch him! -HOPE: That's it.
-Dare game's over. -What? Why?
-Because you're doing exactly what you promised you wouldn't do.
-Well, technically, we didn't promise
not to launch Thunk over the wall.
[nervous laugh]
But yeah. One could argue
we have taken things too far.
-Maybe we should stop playing the dare game.
-Yes. Right after we see how far our Thunk goes.
-Ha, ha, yes! -No!
What is wrong with you?
-You want me to let my boy down?
My beautiful boy?
-I don't want you to let me down, Dad.
But could you let me down?
-See? He's dying to be thrown into the sky!
-I am? -You sure are, son.
And I'm gonna make your dream come true
by hurling your body into the air!
-Grug!
[grunts]
-No more dare game. Got it?
KIDS [disappointed]: Got it.
-I'm just saying there are a lot of soft places around the farm,
and I'm pretty sure Thunk would've found one to land on.
-Grug, do you hear yourself when you talk?
-I'm not sure. Let me find out.
[enunciating]: Hello, me! I am talking!
[normal]: [gasps] Whoa. Do I really sound like this?
-That's enough, Grug. -Oh no! My voice changed!
Oh, wait. Ha. That was you. Never mind.
-I don't know why we thought the kids
were all of a sudden more responsible.
Look at all of these dirty dishes they left out!
-Right! The dirty dishes the kids definitely left out!
-My question is why were so many of them in the elevator?
-Who would hide dishes in the elevator
instead of washing them?
Those crazy kids, that's who!
-Or me because I did it. -UGGA: You know,
it's a shame.
That dare game could be a lot of fun... [grunts]
Yes!
-Indeed, if played responsibly.
-I suppose...
Maybe we should play.
To understand why the kids enjoy it.
When we're done with the dishes.
-Great idea! [grunts]
[dishes smash, goat screams]
Dishes are done! Let's play!
-Well... We're waiting.
-Don't rush me, Phil.
-It's not even that big of a dare.
I mean, is it really that hard to give Phil a compliment?
-It just feels wrong, okay?
Like a crowverine that flies.
-Crowverines do fly. -Not all the time!
-Oh, come on, Grug!
There must be something you like about Phil. Like his eyes.
Like his eyes.
[romantic music]
-[shudders] Okay. Well,
I like that he's good at throw-go-nut.
-That's not Phil. That's Eep.
-Actually, that's everyone but Phil.
-Oh! I know! I like Phil's pies!
-I'm the one that makes pies!
-And they're delicious.
-If you can't say one nice thing about me,
you lose.
-Fine!
I guess you invented some stuff
that's not as bad as you. [sighs]
-There! Faint praise, but still. Was that so hard?
-[panting] Yes. Oh!
So... so hard.
-But I think we've proven we can play this game
without things getting out of control.
-Of course, because we're adults.
And on that high note, I'll call it a night.
-As will I.
-Me, too.
-[thud] -Leaving before my turn, huh?
* *
Guess that means you're chickenseal.
[slow-motion]: Chickenseal.
[slower-motion]: Chickenseal.
-Okay, guys, I know how to save the dare game.
We tell our parents there's an eyesquatch on the loose.
-An eyesquatch? -Yeah.
A wild creature that feeds on eyeballs.
And the only defense is covering your eyes.
So when our parents put cucumbeets on their eyes,
we'll be able to play the dare game no problem.
As long as they don't hear us. Any questions?
-Ooh! -DAWN: Yes, Thunk?
-Does anybody else think beans look like couches for bugs?
-Plan-related questions, Thunk. And love the energy, Dawn.
-I just think the sooner we accept the dare game is over, the better.
And there are plenty of other things we could do.
-Like building a town where everything is made of beans?
And also, beans live there.
-Thunk, you gotta let Bean Town go.
-Never! Bean Town forever! [crying]
-Bean Town, huh?
Maybe it's because I'm hungry, but I don't hate the idea.
-It's definitely because you're hungry.
Let's grab you some breakfast.
[sad sighing]
-What's wrong with him? -[sighs] I'll handle this.
Thunk, it's not that Bean Town is a bad idea, per se.
It's just, where does it go?
I mean, it's beans, and then what? Huh?
-It's not Bean Town. Not this time.
-Then what is it?
-There's no breakfast,
and I can't find Mom and Dad
or other Mom and other Dad anywhere!
-Really? Where did you look?
-Just here. I was gonna widen my search,
but I couldn't
because I'm so weak from hunger,
and there's no breakfast!
-Hope always makes breakfast. So, where is she?
-And where's Dad? And other Mom and other Dad?
-Hey, I say that!
PARENTS: Phil! Phil! Phil! Phil!
[gasps]
Phil! Phil!
-Phil! Phil! Phil! Phil! Phil! -[whimpers]
-Come on, Phil! Do it already!
-The dare is to eat the lava pepper.
If you wanted speed, you should have mandated that
in your initial dare-posal.
You can't re-dare mid-dare! No dare-backsies!
HOPE/UGGA: Phil! Phil! Phil!
-What are you guys doing?
-[slow-motion groan] -Lava peppers.
Chanting.
Everyone excited,
except for one person who looks nervous.
This can mean only one thing.
They're playing the dare game!
[gasping]
-You're right, Eep. We are playing the dare game.
-But the difference is we're playing responsibly.
-That's right. A few harmless dares amongst mature,
reasonable friends. And Grug.
-Gah! I should've lit that lava pepper on fire.
Is it too late to change the dare?
-He just said no dare-backsies!
Were you not listening?
-What? Hey, can I change the dare?
-The point is we can play without losing control.
-Oh, yeah? Well, who's in control of breakfast?
No one, that's who!
-Yeah. Forgetting to feed your children
doesn't sound all that responsible to me.
[scoffs]
-Breakfast is served. -Uh...
[whimpering]
[screaming]
-Ugh, I can't believe our parents!
-I know! We can't play the dare game,
but they can?
-Guys, think about it.
It's eyesquatch.
-No! My eyes are the windows of my face!
-No! I mean our parents are already distracted,
so we can play the dare game again.
-True, though now that they're playing it,
I've completely lost all interest in it.
-Eep's right. The dare game is so last moon.
-Yeah. Instead of the dare game,
it should be called the dare lame!
-Wow. We really turned on the dare game pretty quick.
-Yeah. It was a real roller coaster. [laughs]
-Ooh! We could go on the roller coaster! We never do that.
[rattling]
[ooking]
[shrieking, roaring]
-Hm, what's something we haven't done?
-The roller coaster! Seriously, we never ride it. Why is that?
[shrieking]
-There's gotta be something around here
we could do that's fun.
-Yeah! The roller coaster!
[shrieking]
-Or...
-No. No, Thunk! We're not doing...
-Welcome to Bean Town!
[echoing]: Marvel at the bean-based architecture.
Stroll down the cobble bean road.
Relax beneath the bean branches of an everbean tree.
Your bean Oasis awaits.
Any questions? Yes, Eep?
-Why are we doing this now
when we could have been doing Bean Town our whole lives?!
-Because we weren't ready. You can't just dive into Bean Town.
-Sure you can! In the mashed bean swimming hole.
So put on your trunks and take a dip.
A bean dip! [giggles]
-I'm sorry I doubted your vision,
Prime Beanister. That's on me.
-What's that supposed to be? -Oh, those?
Those are the Beaningtons. They're new to town.
They wanted a fresh sprout.
-The one thing I don't get is how it's made of beans,
and also the people who live there are beans.
-You can't overthink Bean Town.
It's not where you've been. It's where you've "bean."
-That makes no sense at all, and yet I totally get it.
-Have you thought about putting in a widescreen bean window?
-Constantly, but it's impossible. Impossible!
-No! It can be done.
But we're gonna need a bigger bean.
-How are we supposed to find beans in this mess?
EEP: What happened to the garden?
My mom is usually on top of this.
-Yeah. Ugga never lets a single vine grow out of place.
-So, how do you explain this?! Whoa!
-Hold that thought, Dawn,
'cause I just found the chosen bean.
-Oh, yeah. That bean is a game-changer.
-Guys! Forget about Bean Town and help Dawn!
[all yelling]
-You're going to make all our bean dreams come true.
Widescreen bean window,
bean boat, bean rocket--Ah!
Wolfspider web? That's no bean dream. Hey, guys?
-Way ahead of you, Thunk.
-Don't Grug and Phil usually clear
the wolfspider webs?
Or doesn't Grug while Phil cries?
-[sniffing] Hey, does anyone else smell a smell?
-[sizzling] -[sniffing] Meat sticks...
[sniffing] with a banana glaze...
[sniffing] and just a hint of lava pepper.
-Whoa. Thunk, that's amazing.
-No, it's not. That's starving. I didn't have breakfast.
The amount of meat sticks I'm gonna eat is amazing.
Right after I get out
-of this wolfspider web! -[all struggling]
EEP: Punch monkeys on the farm?
-It's okay, guys. I'll handle this.
-How'd they get in here?
-Probably walked in through the gate.
-'Cause it's open. -Bad news, everyone.
-Worse than the farm is falling apart?
-Yes. They ran out of hot sauce.
-[munching] -Ah!
It doesn't need it! Guess it's not bad news after all.
-Why is all this happening?!
Why aren't our parents stopping it?!
-[clang] -[Grug screaming]
[screaming continues ]
[loud crash]
[cheering]
-Because they're playing the dare game.
-That was awesome!
He was like, "whoa!" And I was like, "no!"
And then you were like, "ah!" And I was like, "yay!"
-Absolutely not!
You are not allowed to act like us!
Because we're us. You're you!
-That's it! Dare game's over.
You said you could play responsibly,
but obviously you can't.
-We're playing responsibly.
-Yeah. All we did was launch your father over the wall.
-And he landed on a soft spot. -[groans] Yep!
Those rocks were nice and soft. Dare done!
-So is the farm! Garden outta control,
paint everywhere, gate wide open,
-and punch monkeys grilling meat sticks! -[ooking]
-Which are delicious, by the way,
but that doesn't make this okay. It just makes it taste better.
-You're right. -Say what now?
-You are you. Children.
And we are us. Parents. Which means...
-You're not the boss of us!
-You're not even the boss of yourselves.
-We are! -Yeah!
And I just came up with the best dare ever.
Phil, I dare you to not talk.
-For how long? -Forever!
-Or until this bounceberry jam drips out.
-You're on!
-Great! I'm gonna go make science in your lab cave.
-[gasp, muffled screaming] -HOPE/UGGA: Oh...
-We have to get our parents to stop playing the dare game
and start acting like our parents again.
-I was thinking the same thing, and how much I'd like
to make science in Phil's lab, but he won't let me.
-I was thinking we should put some swings in Bean Town.
You know, for the little beanlings.
-But how do we do it?
-Easy. We just tie some vines to some beans and--
-[Thunk yelling] -Forget about Bean Town!
How do we get our parents to stop playing the dare game?
-They're obsessed! -You're right. Obsessed is bad.
And that's why it's banned in Bean Town.
-I've got it. We dare them straight.
-[humming] -[liquid sloshing]
[whimpering]
-[Grug humming] -[Phil whimpering]
-[clattering] -Oops.
[muffled growling]
-Stay strong, Phil! Beat the drip!
-And... time. Dare done.
-Victory! [sighs] Dare-sayers beware,
for none compare to the master of dare!
So, bring on your dare!
-You can't rhyme dare with dare. -[sighs]
-Did you say dare?
-Great. The dare downers are back.
-Here to lecture us about responsibility?
Well, save your breath.
-Yeah 'cause we do whatever we want! [grunts]
-Ah! Grug!
-We're not here to stun your fun.
We're here to share a dare.
-Look, you guys are grown-ups. You can do whatever you want.
-But, to be honest,
your dares have gotten a little dull. I mean,
daring Dad to be quiet? You can do better than that.
-Better than silent Phil? [scoffs] Good luck.
-Yeah. It's all upside. -And no downside.
-[Phil groans] -Sorry, but it was refreshing.
-The children are right! We've driven into a dare ditch!
So, tell us. What's the dare?
* *
-You're daring us to jump into a pit?
-No. We're daring you to jump into
-the Perpitual. -GUY: A whole so deep,
it might be bottomless.
Hence the name.
-Or we could call this off and head home.
-Because that's the responsible thing to do.
Take your time.
[all sigh, groan]
Well, I think we got 'em right where we want 'em.
-You want Mom and Dad standing at the edge of a bottomless pit?
-Emotionally, Thunk. We got 'em where we want 'em emotionally.
-But I thought we didn't want them to jump.
-We don't.
-Oh, good!
Then, what are we doing here?
-We're trying to get them to stop playing the dare game.
-Okay, by daring them to jump into a pit?
This idea is no Bean Town.
GUY: They're not gonna jump.
But, in case they do, which they won't,
I brought these dare-achutes
to break our fall if we have to jump in after them,
which we won't. [laughs]
-It's so deep, I can't see how deep it is!
-Yep. Just a few more minutes and this dare game is game over.
-I'll do it! Because none compare
to the master of dare! Dare-sayers beware!
-Yeah! And if Phil's doing it, so am I!
'Cause I'm no chickenseal.
-It's funny 'cause you're talking,
-but all I'm hearing is ba-kawk! -Less stalling, more falling!
[slow-motion screaming]
* *
[normal screaming]
-So, we did want them to jump in.
-Great work, everyone. -[panting]
[all yelling]
-What are you doing? Stop flailing and start sailing!
Like this!
[Phil screaming]
-Phil! You're screaming right in my ear!
-We've got bigger problems!
-Why did we do this?! We're parents!
-We know better! -Gotcha!
-Dawn! What are you doing?!
-Saving you!
-[both yelp] -Hey, Mom! Need a lift?
[both yelp]
[screaming]
-Oh hey, Phil! Falling hard or hardly falling?
Also, while I got you,
have you ever noticed that beans look like couches for bugs?
[continues screaming]
Yeah, me, too!
[Phil grunts]
-[screaming] -Grug! Hang on!
-I'm here to save you! -[growling]
-No! I'd rather keep falling forever!
[both grunt]
* *
-[Grug grunts loudly, groans] -HOPE: Well,
the good news is there's a bottom.
-The bad news is Grug and Phil haven't found it yet.
[yelping, grunting]
Thanks for saving us.
-You're welcome. -But don't make us do it again.
-I guess we weren't responsible enough
-to play the dare game. -PHIL: True!
Though the only reason we played that game--Ah!--
was because the children were playing it! Ah!
-Phil! -[both grunting]
-Sorry! This is all our fault! -Ah! [panting]
-Oh! Mostly...
-How about we all agree
to never play the dare game again. Deal?
-Great. Well, let's get out of here, everybody.
EEP: Wait.
How do we get out of here?
-With bouncing beans! Courtesy of Bean Town!
[triumphant music swells, stops]
Oh, no. I brought the wrong beans.
* *