DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Croods.

"Okay, I admit it." Guy sat down on a rock and pulled Eep Crood by his side. "I like TooshyBottoms." TooshyBottoms was the name of the new dish Grug had began to serve every meal. "Are you happy ?"

"Yes!" shrieked Eep. "I'm so glad." It had been bothering her all week, especially since Grug had fussed day and night whether each and every person in the family liked it.

"TooshyBottoms?" Sandy made a face. "They're okay."

Ugga sat smoothed Sandy's hair. "Don't hurt Daddy's feelings, okay?"

"I like being honest," said Sandy, but she did stop.

Eep nudged him.

He looked up. "Uh...hi."

"You never did finish that story about the tiger," said Eep gently, pushing his cheek.

"I - I don't know." Guy turned back to his woodwork. "I...uh..."

"Soup's on!" they turned around and saw Grug, carrying big pieces of bark which served as trays, covered in a green, gooey mass with worms, roast bird and other things I won't bother to go into detail of. "Get your TooshyBottoms!"

Guy let out a groan. Eep gave him a vehement shove, as if to say, "Don't hurt his feelings."

"Why does everyone give me that look?" Guy sighed, loading his plate with TooshyBottom.

Grug seemed not to hear. He set everybody's plates down on the floor. The sunlight glinted in their eyes, but they were having a good time together.

"So!" he said. "Party Time Central is coming up?"

"What?" everybody said. What incredible conversationalists we are, Eep thought with a shake of her head.

"Party Time Central!" said Grug. To demonstrate, he jumped up and started dancing.

"AH!" shrieked Eep. She started to stand up. "Dad, you are so - "

Guy put a comforting arm around Eep to stop her. She put on a subdued look and slouched back down on her rock.

"Well, it is going to be great," Grug whined. It was Ugga's turn to put an arm around him. He sat back down. Eep let out a relieved sigh, as if his dancing had offended her. This was met by a dirty look from Gran.

"It's inappropriate!" Eep couldn't control herself. "Think about the kids, Dad! Sandy and Thunk will be - will be - will be scarred for life!"

Although Guy was dying of curiosity to find out more about Party Time Central, he decided it was a bad time to ask about it.

That must have really hurt. Grug looked away, pretending he hadn't heard.

Guy chewed on a piece of TooshyBottom. He was glad to have a new family, but one of the cons of that was all the loud noise and fights. He knew he would have to hurry up and invent a medicine that helped headaches, because one was coming on right now.

Gran shrugged and continued to slurp up her food. "How about we go to the river and grab a drink?"

"Yes. I would like that very much." Guy jumped up and ran to the river with Belt by his side. "Bye! I'll be back!"

Eep sighed. "See, Dad? You even scared Guy off!"

Again, Grug looked away, ignoring his daughter. Then he said, "My dancing isn't that bad."

Eep, Ugga, Sandy and Gran exchanged sarcastic countenances. "Yeah. Riiiiight."

"I'm sorry!" Grug said, throwing his hands up.