So the plan is, we sled,
and then we sled some more, and then we keep sledding. Sound good? Huh. I see sleds, but I
don’t see butts in them. Rudy, Darrell, why
aren’t you guys sledding? We’ve got a little situation. Oh, just go behind a
tree and use some leaves. And don’t be creeped
out by that one squirrel that likes to watch. No, I’m talking about that. [grunting] Hey. Ow! LOUISE: Ugh, Logan. Here’s a snowball
in your spleen. [grunts]
– Ohh. And a snowball in your ween. [grunts]
– Ow. Uh, I don’t want
to get snowballs in any of those places. Yeah, I’m a snowball magnet. Maybe we should sled
somewhere that doesn’t have rowdy teen boys with arms. Well, now, hold on. We don’t want to go somewhere
with no hot, rowdy teen boys. Nobody said hot. Someone did. Guys, this is the
only hill in the park. This is where we sled. We can’t let Logan
and his stupid friends snowball on our parade. Come on.
Let’s go. [music playing] OK. [grunting] [shrieks] Ugh. ALL: Ow, ow, ow. OK, that was perfect. But let’s run away. ALL: Ow, ow, ow. (OUT OF BREATH): “Saving
Private Ryan” called. It wants its opening scene back.