[grunts in effort]
[screams, grunts] [snarling]
* *
-Whoo-hoo! Oh yeah! -[growling]
Yes!
Nowhere to [grunts] run, nowhere to [grunts] hide,
alli-goaters! [roars]
[grunts] Chunky! Watch the branches! Ow!
[snarling]
Ha!
What are you gonna do now?
Attack us because you're vicious predators,
and there's more of you than there are of us?
[snarling]
Wait, pretend I didn't say that.
[snarling]
Chunky! Run!
[screaming]
[snarling]
I think we lost 'em.
You can get off of me now.
[quiet growl]
[sighs] I guess that hunt was a bust.
Hm? Until right now. Look at that!
[grunts, groans]
* 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 *
-[rattling] -[grunts]
Perfect. [humming]
-What do you think of combining breakfast and dinner
into one meal and calling it din-fast?
-[Hope screams] -You're right.
Breakfast should never be combined with another meal.
[both scream]
-And... done.
[screaming continues]
Guess I should find out
what all the screaming is about.
[Hope and Phil screaming]
-What's with the screaming? Ah!
-What's going on-- here?!
-Hey, does anyone want some-- Ah!
All the bug nuggets are gone!
Oh, wait. No, there's one left.
[loud chewing]
Oh no! Now, the bug nuggets are gone for real. Ah!
-What's everyone screaming about?
-I'm gonna go with that.
-The skull?
You guys know it's dead, right?
-Yes. Hope and I were about to have brinner,
a combination of breakfast and dinner...
-Uh-uh. Breakfast should never
be combined with another meal.
-The point is, Hope and I were about to eat,
when we noticed that monstrosity hanging on the wall!
-I can still see it, even when I close my eyes!
What kind of maniac would put that there?
-Hey, you guys see my cool new skull?
Pretty sweet, huh? Yeow!
-No! Horrifying! Take it down!
-Are you saying you don't want an alli-goater skull
staring at you while you eat? Have you lost your minds?!
-I can't believe those are real questions I have to answer.
Yes! And no! Take it down! Now!
-Pfft! Whatever. Your loss.
Guess you can't handle awesome stuff.
[grunting]
-Huh. All of a sudden, that wall seems empty.
Can you try putting it back?
[grunting, sighs]
Maybe higher?
[grunts]
[screaming]
Nope. Take it down.
[grunts]
-Oh, Phil's right, though.
We need something there.
-I could go back for the rest of the bones.
-No! How would that be better?
-I think it could really liven up the place, in a dead way.
-What about a portrait of all of us?
-And you should paint it, Mom!
-What? Oh, no.
I'm not ready for something like that.
-Stop. You're a natural.
-Oh, you think so? Okay. Why not?
I'll go grab my supplies and meet you guys at the lagoon.
-And, in the meantime,
I'll just put this bad boy back up.
[all screaming]
-Perfect. Now, don't move.
-How long do we have to stand here?
-Well, if you stand still, I'll be done before you know it.
-Standing still is my middle name.
Be right back. Snack break.
Which also happens to be my middle name.
-Thunk, you just got here!
-As long as we're taking a break,
I was considering adjusting my pose.
Something more noble,
more regal, more aristocratic.
-Yeah, those are good.
Or you could just stand normally?
-Wait! Is standing normally arms down or up?
Oh no! Now, I'm overthinking it!
-Please, everyone. Just stop moving.
-Kinda hard when Gran keeps poking me with her spear.
-Snitches get stitches, squeaky wheel!
-Is there time for Phil to go grab a fan?
Windswept hair is a good look for me.
-Why can't everyone just stand still? Like Guy!
-Learned this when I was
captured by saber-toothed snails.
[laughs] They held me captive in their lair for six moons,
waiting for me to move, but I didn't. [laughs]
-It's the reason I'm alive today.
-Guy-baby, aren't saber-toothed snails incredibly slow?
Why didn't you just run away?
-Run... away... -UGGA: Guys,
this painting is going to be hanging in our dining room.
We are going to look at it every day.
Don't you want it to be perfect?
[apathetic mumbling]
Answer me!
[overlapping affirmations]
-Great. So, don't move until I tell you to move. Got it?
* *
Perfect. Just like that.
-[wings flapping] -[excited grunts]
-Sandy, don't do it...
[snarls]
I got her!
-And I got him! Ha!
-Dawn and I will head them off! -With our arms up or down?
-[sighs] You know what? I got what I needed.
I can finish this on my own.
-I hope she captures my grandeur.
HOPE: And my radiance.
[Thunk humming]
-Oh, wait. W-we're taking a break?
Hoo! About time.
[loud chewing]
-Oh, no.
I've forgotten how to move.
Thunk? Eep?
Anyone?!
-La la la la!
[mumbling]
-[sighs] Yes. Perfect.
[gasps] No! All wrong!
Ah! [panting]
-[birds chirping] -Thank you all for coming.
Art can be difficult. It may stun you.
It may even disturb you.
But as an artist, it's my job to move you.
Are there any questions before I reveal the portrait?
-Pigators in a blanket. -Is that a question?
-No, it's a request.
Could we have pigators in a blanket?
-Any other questions?
-Yes. When are we going to see the painting?
-Right now.
[gasps]
* *
ALL: Whoa...
EEP: It looks just like us.
PHIL: I was right. My pose is sublime.
HOPE: And my hair looks amazing.
I mean, obviously, but still.
GRAN: My eyes look cold and lifeless.
I love it!
DAWN: So that's where my hands were supposed to go.
-Hm... -Almost never moving again
was totally worth it.
* *
-I couldn't love it more if I tried.
In fact, I'm just going to stand here, admiring it.
-I'm so glad you all like it. And relieved.
I'm going to go clean up my memory cave.
It looks like a paint tornado hit it.
-Your painting looks so real, Mom! How did you do it?
-Anger. I was annoyed with all of you
and mad at my canvas.
[Grug sighs]
[groans]
* *
-You really love that painting, huh, Grug?
-Yes. If by love it,
you mean hate it with every bone in my body.
-Why do you hate it so much?
-My forehead, Guy. It's huge!
-Oh, you can't help that, Grug.
-You were just born that way. -No, in the painting!
My real forehead's not that big, is it?
-This feels like a trick question.
[Grug growling]
Who cares if it's big or not?
It's just a painting. Give it some time.
Maybe it'll grow on you.
Like your forehead. [laughs]
[growling]
And running away.
[birds chirping, cawing]
[chomps, sighs]
[grumbles]
[growls]
PHIL: Top of the forehead to you, Grug!
-What? -I said, top of the forehead to you.
Not that I could see the top without a ladder or wings.
I mean, it just keeps going and going.
-Shut up, Painting Phil!
-Uh... [grunts]
-You'll have to speak up!
I can't hear you over your forehead!
[shudders, grunts]
[angry eating]
-Are you sure you want to eat all those ribs, Grug?
They'll go straight to your forehead.
-That's not how foreheads work! -Oh...
PAINTING DAWN: I'm scared.
What is that thing?
-Don't worry. It's just a forehead.
It can't hurt you, unless you look directly at it.
-Painting Eep! How could you? You're my own painting daughter!
* *
-Forehead? More like seven-head. Ha!
-Ah! I'll show you! I'll show everyone!
-[panting] -I already regret this.
Grug, are you okay?
-I'm yelling at a painting, Guy, so... I've been better.
I tried giving the painting a chance,
but now it's making fun of me.
I'm going to go tell Ugga
she has to fix her horrible painting.
-Okay. Couple of ways I could respond to that,
and I'm going to go with...
-good luck! -Thanks.
[panting]
-Hello? Anybody in there? -[panting]
-[loud bark] -Ah!
GRUG: Hey, uh, honey?
I-I wanted to talk to you about your painting.
-Sure. But, before you say anything,
I just wanted to thank you for being so supportive.
I was nervous about how the painting would go over,
but hearing how much you liked it made me realize
I had nothing to worry about.
So, thanks. Anyway, what did you want to talk about?
-Oh, uh...
I just wanted to tell you how much
I love the painting. Again.
In fact, thank you for heading--
I mean, f-for getting everything so right.
Eyes, noses, necks.
Everything.
Okay. Well... bye.
[gasps, panting]
-[bird chirping] -[snoring]
[snoring]
* *
[grunts]
[grunting, panting]
[heavy breathing]
[animal-like breathing]
[grunting, panting]
[both gasp]
-I didn't see you if you didn't see me.
[growling]
* *
[yelling, grunting]
[heavy breathing]
-GUY: Hey, Grug... -Gah!
-Here to get rid of the painting? -No!
[chewing]
-Yes. -I thought you were gonna talk to Ugga.
-I tried, but I couldn't. It would destroy her.
So instead, I need to destroy her painting.
-Solid logic. Still,
-I think you're making a mistake.
-No, I'm not.
I'm doing this for the good of the family.
-Pretty sure everyone else in your family
likes the painting. Bettermans, too.
-They don't know what they like. None of this would have happened
if we had just kept my beautiful skull up.
-Yes, I'm sure the screaming would have stopped at some point.
Well, good night and good luck.
-Wait, stop! You're not going anywhere.
You know too much. So if I go down,
you're going down with me. We're in this together.
-Oh, no. You're not pulling me into this nightmare. I...
Wait, together? You mean like father and son?
-Not even close. Grab a side.
-You got it... Dad.
[growls]
Uh, Grug?
Where are we going?
-Far enough away that no one can see the flames.
-Flames?!
I just want to reiterate
that I think this is a bad idea.
-And I just want to un-whatever-ate
that it's not a bad idea. It's the only idea.
-Hm, I feel like we skipped over a lot of other better ideas.
-[sighs] Well, we're in too deep to stop now.
-Are we? [blows]
-Guy!
[snarling]
Chunky!
-[blowing] -[Grug yelling]
-[Chunky growling] -Come on!
[muffled yelling]
Oh, what's that, Guy?
You think this is a great idea
and you're completely on board?
Glad you had a change of heart, buddy.
[muffled yelling]
* *
-Grug! You're burning my painting?
How could you? I thought you loved it!
-You're not real!
[flame crackling]
[blows]
[sighs] Guy,
you and Chunky and Painting Ugga are right.
I can't do this. I'm not a monster.
[muffled yelling]
Oh, right. I tied you up for trying to do good things.
-I'm proud of you, Grug!
The way a son would be proud of a father.
Even if that father wasn't that son's actual father,
but was just acting like it for the son's sake.
-[growls] -Okay. Okay. I'll let it go.
* *
GRUG: Hoo! That was a close one!
Can you imagine what Ugga would have done to me
if I had destroyed her painting?
But I don't want to be Grug soup!
Yep! It's a good thing this painting is safe and--
[both yell]
[splatter]
No! [grunts]
It's okay! Just because it fell in a puddle,
doesn't mean it's completely...
Oh no.
GUY: Well, the good news is
your forehead is completely untouched.
-[growls] -Don't worry.
I think I know how to fix it.
-Okay, Guy. Work your magic.
'Cause if you don't, Ugga's gonna
kill us both. No pressure.
What are you doing? Why aren't you painting?
-I guess I didn't really think about
the consequences before now.
Just because you can launch me into the shock swamp,
doesn't mean you have to, right? Ugga?
Ah!
Anyway, uh, here we go.
One saved painting, comin' up.
-Why is this taking so long? -Stop pressuring me!
[bird crowing]
* *
-Ah! Guy!
We've been here all night! Just do it already!
-Don't you understand?
One wrong brush stroke on that painting,
-and we're finished. -What did you do?!
GUY: I didn't mean to do that!
You know I didn't mean to do that!
What did you do?!
-Looks like he just dug his own grave.
Yours, too, Morehead.
But I can help dig you out.
I'll make that painting disappear.
-Just say the word. -How?
-You don't need to know how!
All you need to know is that painting will go away
and never be found!
And no one gets hurt,
unless they ask questions.
[echoing]: Any questions?
-Hm...
So many, but let's put a pin in that idea.
I think I know someone else who can help.
-And when that fails, you'll be back.
[evil laugh]
-I don't think I can help. -Yeah. What happened?
-It was Guy's fault. -What?
No, it wasn't! I thought we were in this together!
-The point is the painting is ruined,
Guy did it, and we need you to fix it.
-We'll do everything we can. -Think happy thoughts! [laughs]
-[grumbles] What's taking them so long?
-That painting was pretty messed up, Grug.
We just have to be patient and hope for the best.
-All done!
-Uh...
So? Is it fixed?
-Fixed...ish.
[Grug and Guy gasp]
-It's so much worse!
-Where is Sandy's head?
-Funny story. I used too much paint
on her face, so I had to cut it out.
-How is that funny?
-Oh, uh... You're right.
It seemed funny at the time, but not now.
-Dad, I'm sorry. We tried really hard,
but I guess it just got away from us.
-Ugga's going to kill Guy. -What?!
-Oh! What do we do? What do we do?
-I think I know someone else who can help.
-Yes! Anyone! Please!
Wait. No. No. No!
-Yes. Yes. Yes!
Grug needs my help!
But, I'm sorry. I can't help.
-Really? -Really. But science can!
By using a solution of plant extracts
and mineral compounds,
I will simply dissolve the unwanted paint sectors,
enabling restoration of this painting to its former glory.
-And you think this will work?
-Science doesn't think. Science knows.
We'll start in the middle and work our way to the edges.
[hissing]
-[sniffing] What's that smell?
-Could be the extracts and compounds.
Or, more likely, Grug.
-[growls] -No.
-It's more like a burning smell... -The painting!
[Phil screams, all scream]
-Interesting. -Phil! You killed the painting!
-Technically, science did.
-And now Ugga's gonna kill me!
-[hyperventilating] -There, there, poor, simple,
hysterical Grug. I know it looks bad,
because it is, but don't worry.
I think I know someone who can help.
-I thought you said you knew someone who could help.
The only person I know who'd be in the middle of the woods is--
-Hyah! -Ah!
-Told you you'd be back. Ah!
Now, where's the body.
-Body? -The body you want me to get rid of.
-Not a body, Gran. We want you to get rid of this painting.
-Oh, right. The painting.
Ah! Oh, it's awful!
-What is that?! -It's Ugga's painting.
-You mean the one of everyone next to your huge forehead?
-My forehead isn't that big.
-Right! If you're not looking at it.
But, don't worry your pretty big forehead.
I'll take care of everything.
This never happened.
-Well, we tried to save the painting,
but it was impossible.
-This is the only way out of this.
-Well, it's not the only way out.
-Yeah. You've tried every way except the right way.
-Blaming the punch monkeys? -No. Telling the truth.
-Yeah. Doesn't Ugga deserve the truth?
-You're right. I'll do it. Come on, Guy.
-Why do I have to go?!
-Ugga! Something terrible has happened!
-[gasps] Oh, no. Is it the kids?!
-It's worse.
It's your beautiful painting.
It's been stolen!
-Stolen? How?
-Okay, you know how much
I love your painting, right?
-Uh, yes. You've mentioned it a couple of times.
-So, anyway, I was admiring your beautiful painting
when I realized that...
it didn't-- it didn't have the right frame.
I wanted it to have the best frame there is.
So, I took it into the woods to find a goldenwood tree.
But when I found one, I realized it was in
an alli-goater's front yard. And I was surrounded!
I tried to reason with them. I said, "Take me!
Not this beautiful painting!"
But they were alli-goaters, so they didn't listen.
I managed to see it myself, but not the painting.
I'm really sorry, honey!
I love that painting,
and now, I'll never see it again!
-Yes, you will because we're going to get it back.
-From the alli-goaters? Oh, uh...
Are- are you sure that's a good idea?
I mean, there's so many of 'em, and they're mean!
-But I'm meaner. [growls]
Besides, I know how much you love that painting, Grug.
-So true. Love it.
-Then, it's time for some painting payback.
[laughing]
-Right. Payback. For the painting.
So, what do we do now, Guy?
-Could we go back in time and tell her the truth?
Ah!
* *
Alli-goaters stole your painting?
-Worst lie ever! -I'd like to see you do better.
-Gee, Grug, your forehead looks so much smaller today.
-It does? Thank you.
-Wait a minute... -UGGA: Guys, guys.
There they are.
So, if the alli-goaters are here,
the painting must be here, too.
-Uh-huh. Yes, definitely here, too,
'cause that's where I said it was.
-Okay, then let's alli-go-get-her! [laughs]
[Guy groans]
You guys are wrong. That was gold.
[whispers]: Follow me.
[alli-goaters hissing]
-Grug, you have to tell her the truth
before this gets ugly.
-But she's going to be mad if I do.
-We'll be dead if you don't!
-Well, you will because you'll take the heat while I slip away.
-No, I won't!
-[sighs] Fine. Ugga, wait!
[gasps]
[bleating, snarling]
-Smooth, honey. Very smooth.
-And by wait, I mean run!
-[all panting] -[alli-goaters snarling]
Ugga! I have to tell you something!
[growling]
-Now?! What?!
-The alli-goaters didn't take your painting!
-Guy did! -GUY: Grug!
GRUG: Fine! I did it!
I took your painting because I wanted to get rid of it!
-You did? Why?
I thought you loved that painting!
[roaring]
GRUG: I tried to love it,
but why did you make my forehead so big?!
-What?! -My forehead!
You gave me a big forehead!
-Because you have a big forehead!
-Yeah, but not that big! I mean, it was like the side of a cliff!
-Can we talk foreheads later? -[bleating, snarling]
[panting]
-Vines!
-You should've just told me! I would've fixed it!
-I didn't want to hurt your feelings!
UGGA: So you stole my painting,
lied to me, and then almost let me
fight a pack of ferocious
alli-goaters to spare my feelings?
-Yeah! Did it work? -No!
[all yelling]
[grunting]
-[laughing, cheering] -[snarling]
-Well, I'm glad that's over, so we can forget about it
like it never happened, right?
-Where is the painting now, Grug?
-Normally, when I make things go away,
they stay away.
So if you don't like what you see,
it's your fault, not mine.
* *
[birds chirping]
-Are you going to say something?
-Oh, no, you're crying. This is bad. -[Ugga crying]
Really bad! You never cry! What have I done?
[laughing]
Wait. You're laughing? Oh, that's great.
Ha! I'm so glad we can laugh about this.
Ha! Isn't that great, Guy?
-[nervous laugh] Yes. Great.
-We should run. [nervous laugh] -[Ugga laughing]
-I'm not laughing at the painting!
I'm laughing at what I'm going to do to you!
-[Grug groans] -[maniacal laughter]
-Oh no, Guy. We're in real trouble. -We?!
UGGA: Now, every day, you'll look at this
and remember to never do
what you did again.
-Do I have to? -PHIL: Yes, Grug.
It's the only way an animal like you will learn your lesson.
-Phil. -Sorry.
-[quietly]: Not sorry. -[Ugga growling]
-I'm sorry! I'm sorry. -I would be against this,
but I still look amazing,
and it's definitely better than that alli-goater skull.
-I couldn't agree more, dear.
-Are you smiling? Why are you smiling?
Oh, no. What did you do?
-You mean what did we do?
[laughs]
-What about combining breakfast and lunch?
We'll call it lunch-fast!
-No, that would never work. Hm? -Hm?
* *
[both screaming]
* *