The Croods made it, because of my dad.
He was strong, and he followed the rules.
The ones painted on the cave walls.
Anything new is bad, curiosity is bad.
Going out at night is bad. Basically, anything fun is bad.
Welcome to my world.
But this is a story about how all that changed in an instant.
Because what we didn't know was that our world...
Get them, Mom!
We should go there!
No. No one is going anywhere.
What else did that boy say?
Ah!
Grug?
Just go! Just go!
Go!
Ow!
One, two, three, four, five...
Oh!
Six.
Where are we?
I don't know. I'm not sure.
Down.
In a lower place.
But one thing is for sure, we can't go back the way we came.
Sandy? What is it?
No, no, no. Wait. Come back, Sandy!
Ah!
Ugh!
Now you got them right...
Man, they're really...
I'm loving this.
Dad, I got it.
Just stop running into their fists.
Grug, when you're done, we should get going.
Whoa!
That's right. You can't get past this!
Eep!
Don't do that. He will cut you.
That's not food, he's a pet. My pet.
What's a pet?
An animal you don't eat.
We call those "children."
No man should have a pet. It's weird and wrong.
It's food! No, please!
Not that. That!
Food fixes everything.
Show me your hunting face.
Not you. You're still grounded.
Come on, Thunk.
My feet hurt.
Ow!
Ow.
You look tense. I'm not tense.
Angry girl wants to be doing what they're doing.
I wasn't ready.
Hang on, Thunk, I'm coming!
Why are you doing this?
What are they doing?
Hunting.
Get it off! You stay away from me.
No, seriously, what are they doing?