The Croods — Internet Archive

Eep grinned, putting an arm around her dad and her guy. "So we don't keep ideas in a cave. We keep them in here." She tapped her head. "And in here." She tapped her heart.

Thunk. Gran’s walking stick came down on Guy’s head. "Listen to the girl," she croaked. "When an idea goes missing, it’s usually a bad-doo."

He didn't use a spear. He didn't use fire. He picked up a heavy, round rock—the first idea, the original idea. And with a grunt that was pure, unfiltered Grug, he threw it. the croods internet archive

"Everyone, to the Archive!" he shouted.

Eep grabbed a stick. "Pointy end goes in the bad guy!" she yelled, jabbing it. Ugga held up a gourd. "Water! Good for drinking, bad for gills!" Gran cackled and demonstrated the "secret family pinch." Thunk offered a confused, but heartfelt, "Me strong. Rawr." Eep grinned, putting an arm around her dad and her guy

And the Forget-Me-Nots? They evolved into something smaller, something you barely notice. To this day, you might feel one brush past your ear right when you’re about to have a brilliant thought, making you forget it for just a second. But now you know what to do.

The rock hit the Forget-Me-Not not with force, but with purpose . It was the idea of "impact." The creature shrieked, startled. It flickered. It was used to absorbing quiet, fading thoughts. But this was a loud, stupid, beautiful, fundamental idea. "And in here

Guy, who had been dreaming pleasantly of a new kind of wheel, groaned and rolled over in their moss-and-fur nest. "The sun? It's right there, Eep."