The Croods: Family Tree (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - The Flopping of the Bullruses - full transcript

Ugga has a secret - she's taking Eep to "flop with the bulrusses" - a fun and dangerous pastime Ugga enjoyed as a teen. Ugga's excitement fades when Hope invites herself and Dawn along.

My parents think caves are
death traps, but I love this!

What's not to love?

When you know caves as well as I
do, they're not dangerous at...

Okay, that never happens.

See?

Safe as it

gets.

Roomy, dusty, spooky,

but not too spooky.

This is my kinda cave.

But why is your mom everywhere?



Wait. Wh...

I think this is my
mom's memory cave.

After we moved to the farm,

Mom said she needed a
way to remember the past.

Look! It's my parents
before they were parents.

Wow! They're so young.

And hairy.

Guess that was the
style back then.

Look, that's my mom and
me before I was born.

And there's my mom and
dad getting married.

And that must be
their first date.

What is that?

And why is your mom
jumping over it?

No idea.



But I know how we can find out.

Mom, what is this?

It's your father and me.

Look how young we were, Grug.

That's not us.

Yes it is.

We painted this
together, remember?

Nope.

Complete blank.

Ugh. You'd forget your own name
if I wasn't here to remind you.

Heh. True.

It's-it's Grug, right?

Wait, that's not it.
Grug's not a real name.

No, I mean, what is that thing?

Ah, that's a bullrus.

Your dad and I, we used to
flop with the bullruses.

It was so dangerous.

We almost died every time.

Those were the days.

Ooh! Look at your dad's hair.

It's like a river... of hair.

I had a pretty sweet
mane back then.

You know, Eep, I was about
your age in this painting.

Maybe it's time you
and I went flopping.

Ooh! And me! Take me, please!

Whoo! Now you're talking
my talk words, Mom.

Absolutely not.

What? Why?

It's too dangerous.

But you did it!

Just because we did reckless,
life-threatening things

that were a blast
and changed our lives

doesn't mean you can.

So now you remember?

- Well, of course.
- Because it was awesome.

Just like our love.

Your dad's right.

We're your parents and we're
supposed to keep you alive.

But I know how to
make it up to you.

A fun, mother-daughter bonding
day at the hidden hot springs.

Hot springs?

How hot?

Uh, actually they're
more like warm springs.

Great. The exact opposite
of what I wanna do.

Warm springs.

Fine, but I get to bring Dawn.

I'm in. Warm springs!

Uh, yeah, actually, Eep, I was
thinking it would just be you and me.

Besides, Dawn, your
mom would never be okay

with you going beyond the
wall to the warm springs.

Warm springs?

We'd love to go.

And you should.

Another time.

Because today it's
just me and Eep.

And me and Dawn? Great!

Uh, I mean, are you sure?

The springs are
actually pretty hot.

Hot? You said they were warm.

You know, it-it's
the warm side of hot.

Plus, it's really far away.

Who cares how far away it is?

Any amount of walking is
worth it for warm springs.

Or for flopping
with the bullruses.

So maybe we just
do that instead.

I'm in!

Bullruses!

Not a chance, Dawn.
Way too dangerous.

Besides, what's more exciting
than sitting in water

that's the same
temperature as the air?

I love warm springs.

Warm springs? I'm in.

How did this go so wrong?

You're out, dear.

This is mother-mother-daughter-daughter
bonding.

Oh. I see.

Well, I was kidding, obviously.

'Twas a mere jest.

I didn't actually want to join you in
a relaxing dip into luxurious waters

warmed by Mother Earth herself.

Because, uh, Grug and I
are going on a bro-cation!

- No, we're not.
- Yes, we are.

It's going to be
a real bro-haha!

Well, we'll leave you
to your jam-bro-ree.

Yes. Enjoy your bro-asis.

No, no, don't
leave me here with.

Ready to bro down, bro?

No! No more "bros."

As you wish... after a few more!

For lunch, we'll
have a bro-becue

with bro-tisserie chicken
seal and mashed bro-tatos.

Okay, I'm done. For now.

Isn't this refreshing?

We're outside the wall,
in the great outdoors,

hiking towards a secret
paradise of tepid water.

I'm just happy to
be doing anything.

Right. Celebrate
the little wins.

And this win is
definitely little.

And time for a break.

What? We just left
the farm. Literally.

Sweetie, fan me.

You know, the springs
are still quite a hike.

Why don't you and Dawn stay here
and take a dip in the lagoon

while Eep and I spend
the day together alone?

Sorry, you sold
me on warm, Uggs.

Do you mind if I call you Uggs?

You know, since we're journeying
together to a lukewarm oasis today?

And for the rest of
our lives at this pace.

Good point. Let's go, everyone.

The springs aren't
getting any warmer.

And break.

Sweetie, did I say stop fanning?

For the last time, I don't wanna
go on a "bro'd trip" with you.

Nor do I, Grug.

That was just a ruse
for our better halves.

Because we're going to show
them what relaxing is all about.

By pampering ourselves silly.

Have fun.

I'm going crowverine
hunting. Alone.

Yes. Hunting.
Together. Good idea.

That's not what I said.

But it's what you meant.

And I know how we can
hunt smarter, not harder.

Instead of going out to hunt,
we'll bring the hunt to us.

That's not hunting.

Exactly.

Can we find another path?

This one's too warm.

I don't think that's
how paths work, Mom.

If you don't like warm, why are you
going to the warm springs, Hope?

Because that's a wet warm.

This is more of a dry
warm. Very different.

Ugh.

Why are there so
many bugs outside?

Heads up! Incoming!

These bugs are a real problem.

Oh. Hey, Uggs.

You're a little
on the close side.

Let's embrace personal space.

I'll give you some
space to embrace.

Thank you.

Was that boulder always there?

No.

Whoa! That was amazing.

Your mom is so cool!

Yeah.

But your mom is also.

Gah!

A mom.

No more bugs.

Whoa. And a master
bug slayer, I guess.

Where did that come from?

I don't know.

I do know my mom hates bugs.

She says they're
like dirt with wings.

Can we find another path?

This one's too buggy.

First, let's agree,
if we get separated,

you'll head directly
back to the farm, okay?

Sure. But that won't happen.

Of course not.
Just a precaution.

Whoa! What is that?

Where? What are we looking at?

Ugga?

Mom, what are we doing?

We're reclaiming
our time together.

If we don't move,
she won't see us.

Ugga, I see you.

I know.

That was a, uh, test separation.

You were supposed to
go back to the farm.

But you're still
here, so you failed.

Wait. Uggs, are you
trying to get rid of us?

Yes! I've been trying to get
rid of you since before we left.

I want you to go home.

Wow. I'm starting to think you
want Dawn and me to go home.

Probably because
I just said that.

Look, if you don't want
us here, just say so.

I did say so!

Please leave!

But why?

Because today was supposed
to be just Eep and me.

And we're not going
to the warm springs.

I just said that so
Grug wouldn't freak out.

We're going to the
flopping of the bullruses.

Yes!

No. Absolutely not.

We're going home.

Ugga, take us home.

Sure thing. You stay here
and we'll pick you up

after we're done flopping
with the bullruses.

If there's trouble, just do
what you did to those bugs.

You'll be fine.

- That's right, Mom.
- We'll catch you on the flopside.

No. Dawn, you and I are
walking home on our own.

Not today, bug.

But why can't I flop
with the bullruses?

I'm basically an adult.

If you were an adult, you'd
understand it's too dangerous.

But how do you even know?

I know because I'm your mother.

It's my job to keep you safe.

Can you keep me safe the way
that Ugga keeps Eep safe?

That safe is awesome.

Because that safe isn't safe.

But my safe is safe.

Safe from, say, crowverines?

Crowverines, lethal fungi,
sunburns, you name it.

I meant those crowverines.

You know what? It's time to be the
bigger person and take the high road.

We should find Ugga and forgive her and
then stay as close to her as possible.

- But you just said...
- Forgiveness waits for no one, Dawn.

There's not a moment to lose.

Oh, no!

Now we're gonna be
late for forgiveness.

Need some help?

You didn't think we'd let
you die out here, did you?

I didn't.

But I'm trusting to a fault.

Thanks for saving us.

And I'm so glad we ran into you

because we've changed our minds.

We'll come to this
flopping of the bullruses.

But we'll be watching
from a safe distance.

Very safe.

We plan on making it
out of this alive.

So can we find another path?
This one has too many pits.

See?

Ugh!

What are you spraying?

It smells like dead flowers.

They're pheromones.

And to beasts of the wild,

the smell is so delightful,
they can't resist it.

Beauty lies in the
nose of the inhaler.

Or the bro-se, if you will.

Why is it making
my hands so soft?

That's my hand.

So where are all the animals?

Oh, it takes a while for the
wind to scatter the scent,

so let's just relax
and go with the bro.

That has to be the last bro.

No way, Bro-sè.

Got this scar
during my last flop.

I was sandwiched between
two bullruses out for blood.

But the bullruses
didn't want my blood.

They wanted each other's blood.

So, when they charged, I jumped.

But one of their
horns clipped my foot.

And instead of getting
squashed, I got scarred.

Whoa.

Scary... in a good way.

Mom, do you have
any scars like that?

Oh, sure, I have a scar.

I see it. I think.

How did you get it?

It's quite a story.

I got some mud on my arm,

so I tried to scrub it off,

but it was really on there.

So I scrubbed harder
and... I scrubbed too hard.

It's an eternal
reminder of my ordeal.

I'll be okay... in time.

Whoa, Mom. How'd you do that?

What, you think the hammocks
at the farm tied themselves?

No, but hammocks
also don't attack.

And when something does attack,
you usually call for help.

What's going on, Hope?

Maybe I'm tired of vines!

And walking. And you.

Why aren't we there yet?

Let's move, people!

I can't wait for the
flopping of the bullruses.

It's gonna be so much fun.

Uh, to watch.

You're not just
gonna watch, Dawn.

You're gonna flop.

You heard my mom.
It's a hard no.

And I'm a hard Eep.

Hey, Hope. You look like
you could use some help.

Want a hand?

Gladly.

And to pay me back for this,

maybe you could let Dawn flop?

Never. Under any circumstances.

No. My answer's no.

Before you answer, let
me just say one thing.

Please! You have
to let her do it.

Please, please, please,
please, please, please!

Sorry, Mom.

Eep, too much.

Got her right where I want her.

Oh, see?

Sounds like a yes to me.

Sounds like a growl to me.

It is a growl.

A bearacuda growl.

Make that three
bearacuda growls.

Dawn didn't like napping
when she was a baby.

That was the only way I
could put her to sleep.

Now this is hunting.

Doesn't feel like hunting.

That's because you're
stuck in your old habits.

When the animals come running,
thanks to the pheromones,

they'll see us out here,
floating and relaxing.

And that's when we strike!

Now, put these cucumbeet
slices on your eyes.

Oh, what are these for?

Camouflage. And they
reduce puffiness.

For hunting.

Those are bullruses?

They don't look dangerous.

Yeah.

They look like they ate too
much but now they regret it

so they're ready to start
making changes in their lives.

I spend a lot of time alone.

They look harmless because
they're not flopping yet.

So why don't we
leave them that way?

This could be the "leaving
alone of the bullruses."

Oh, silly Hope.

Let me explain why bullruses
and flopping are inseparable.

Dawn, you're doing this.

So here's the plan,
desert camouflage.

We'll put you in a cactus

and your mom won't even
know you're flopping.

Oh. Wearing a cactus sounds fun.

And painful.

But I don't want my mom to
worry, so I'm gonna pass.

What? Are you sure?

I really wanna go.

But my mom's not a flopper.

So I guess I'm not either.

I hear ya. Blood runs
thicker than flop.

Right. And ew.

Time to go. We're
losing flop light.

Okay. So how does it work again?

We make our way into
the bullrus herd.

And when they start flopping
we make our way out.

If we can.

You'll love it.

- Yeah I will.
- Because we'll be flopping together.

They're a lot bigger up close.

But not as floppy as I expected.

Are you sure they're alive?

- Oh, yeah.
- You just gotta get 'em started.

Are you ready?

I've been ready ever since I
found out this was a thing.

Thanks for bringing me, Mom.

Aw. There's no one
I'd rather flop with.

Okay, here we go.

Hmm. That's not it. How about...

Don't worry. Don't
worry. It'll come to me.

Hmm.

Is it me or is there not a lot
of flopping in this flopping?

Because they're doing it wrong.

You're supposed to whistle.

How do you know that?

Oh, I, um, I knew someone who
used to flop a long time ago.

Why... won't... you... flop?

Ugh!

Man, looks like
this flop is a flop.

What am I doing wrong?

Well, if they won't flop,
it's safe enough for Dawn.

Hey, Dawn!

A whistle! I knew
it was something.

This is it, Eep!

The floppening!

Mom!

This is awesome!

Ohh!

Whoa. Ha! Tail tag!

Head hop!

Tusk tap!

What?

I said tongue tie!

Also, this is wet
warm in a bad way.

Having fun?

So... much... fun!

Is it just me or are the
bullruses getting floppier?

Yeah, and rowdier.

You know, let's get out of here
before the flopping gets...

Worse.

It looks like so
much flopping fun!

No, that's a flopping nightmare.

They're in trouble.

And those bullruses are gonna flatten
them if somebody doesn't save them.

Good thing I'm here.

What do you mean?

Oh, for emotional support?

Going in, Dawn. Don't move.

Going in where? There?

Woo-hoo!

Mom?

What now?

Don't panic. There's
always a way out.

Or there used to be.

It's been a long time.

Bullruses have changed.

Or maybe it's me.

You know, when you get older.

Now's not the time, Mom!

Oh, right, right. You're right.

Let's flop or drop.

Catch you on the flopside, Mom.

Ha! Huh!

Ha!

Flop with me if you wanna live.

Hope! What... was... that?

Does Dawn know you can do that?

She is gonna freak out!

I'm freaking out!

I'm sorry! I just
wanted to hel-I-lp!

Ugh. I told her, "Don't move!"

Now, I'm telling
you, don't move.

Oh!

Oh, no.

Yikes.

That had to hurt.

Where's Dawn?

Hey, guys. Talk about
a one stop flop.

I feel sick.

Cliffs should be less cliff-y.

What?

Fine. I used to flop
with the bullruses a lot.

I was young and
reckless and fearless.

Oh, and beautiful and charming.

Why didn't you tell us?

What's to tell?

I used to flop and now I don't.

Uh, tell that to the bullruses
you just flopped all over.

That was amazing!

I can't believe this Hope is
the same as tree house Hope.

Yes, well, it happened and
now it'll never happen again.

I have different priorities now.

Like the farm and our family.

So no one can ever
know about this.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

I didn't want you to
get hurt like I did.

Wait a minute.

Is that how you got that
little scar, from flopping?

Oh, no, that was from scrubbing.

But this scar is from flopping.

Oh! That's awful.

Yup. Can't unsee that.

Whoa. That's the coolest
thing I've ever seen.

I know, right? Thanks.

Now get away from that ledge
before you hurt yourself.

- There she is.
- That's the Hope from the tree house.

Well, it was fun
while it lasted.

You know, as flops go,
this one might be the best.

So it's a top flop?

Yup. Flop shelf.

I wanna remember this forever.

And I know how we can.

So we all agree, this
never happened, right?

Right.

And now there's one
more thing I wanna do.

Phil, if animals
show up and attack,

we're wide open like this.

Relax, Grug. We're
apex predators.

We're invincible.

This was never a hunt, was it?

Sure it was.

It was a hunt for relaxation.

For both of us.

Because you are a
tight coil of rage

and I do everything around here.

We deserve it.

But what about the pair-o-bones?

Uh, the-the-the hair-o-phones?

You mean pheromones?

Yeah, the smell stuff
that animals smell.

Moisturizer. Infused with
lavender to promote relaxation.

Ohh. So that's why
my hands are so soft.

That's still my hand.

Ugh!

Stupid, silky, baby-soft hands.

Are you mad?

I'm too relaxed to be mad.

But if anyone asks,
this never happened.

Indeed.

We'll keep it on the down-bro.

Well, here's another thing
we'll keep on the down-bro

because I'll never say it again.

You're a good friend, Phil.

Thanks for today.

Speechless, huh?

Yeah, I get that.

This is a real bro-ment.

Okay, I'll admit it.

Warm springs are way
better than I expected.

It's no near-death
experience, but it's not bad.

Thanks, Hope.

Don't sweat it, Uggs.

Yeah, about that nickname.

Ooh. A wet warm.

Phil!

Get out of here right now
before you ruin our day!

Sorry, Uggs. You were saying?

Uh, nothing. Nothing at all.