Sandy points up. A root system—weak from the quake—dangles near a crack in the ceiling. Too high for one. But if Dawn stands on Sandy’s shoulders (horrifying for Dawn, hilarious for Sandy)…
A stalactite falls. Dawn screams. Sandy eats the stalactite.
And for one quiet moment under the moon-bright sky, the Croods and the Bettermans are not two families. They are a new kind of pack.
Grug cries. Phil adjusts his glasses. Eep hugs Guy.
Phil smiles. “I’ll draw the blueprints tonight.”
The Moon-Belly’s Lullaby