♪ Demons come from every side ♪
♪ In the darkness is the light ♪
♪ Out of the shadows of my life ♪
♪ In the darkness is the light ♪
♪ Surrender will win the fight ♪
♪ This girl's walked on fire and ice ♪
♪ But I come out On the other side of ♪
♪ Paradise ♪
[knocking]
Go away. I'm busy.
[knocking]
I said go away!
-I have been calling you all day. -[man] I disconnected the phone.
Really? [chuckles] Guess what, you're about to disconnect your career as well.
What are you working on?
[man] A landscape.
[woman] This isn't what you usually paint.
-I know. -[woman] But your opening is next week.
People won't be expecting this.
This is my finest painting.
-It's what I've always wanted to paint. -But your other work sells.
All you care about is the money.
Art is a business like any other business.
[Annie] Did you ever hear the story of Pygmalion?
It was about this sculptor
who made a statue of a woman that was so beautiful
he fell in love with her and totally lost interest in real people.
He spent all of his time with this cold, hard statue,
talking to it, taking care of it, pretending it was real.
Do you think a piece of art could be like that,
that you could make something so beautiful that the piece of art becomes life?
The story of Pygmalion had a happy ending.
The gods of mythology allowed his statue to actually come to life,
and they lived happily ever after.
But what if things had gone wrong?
What if you got trapped in that make-believe world...
Forever?
[Clu] Play us a song, bro.
[Jack] Give it up. We're stuck inside, and we might as well get used to it.
You never know. This little sprinkle might clear up.
This little sprinkle is about to float our entire house
-down the street a few blocks. -[Clu] I know.
We were supposed to be sitting around a campfire right now,
roasting marshmallows...
Your move.
You know why they call these things "board" games?
Because they're so boring.
[Molly] Hey, guys, look what I bought.
-What do you think of my new painting? -Stellar.
-Hey, that's not half bad, mom. -Thank you.
Oh, great!
New house, first rain. Come on.
[Clu] Drippage, man.
There. That should do it.
So... It looks like we're going to need a new roof.
Hey, isn't that the painting you bought last week?
Oh, yeah, come on, let me show you.
I thought it would look really good...
-in here. -[Annie] Yeah.
What do you think?
You know, the gallery owner said that this artist disappeared about a month ago.
Isn't that weird?
That's not as weird as an empty stomach, now, OK?
OK, fine. I'll order pizza,
but can we keep it to three toppings this time?
For me, olives, mushrooms, pepperoni.
Ham, tomato, onions.
-Triple sausage. -[laugh]
[Jack] What? Triple sausage? No way.
-I got an idea. Winner gets to choose. -Deal.
Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait. I'm not even playing here.
So, mister, how's the fishing?
I'd give anything to be in a place like that.
[thunder rumbling]
Molly?
I could've sworn there was only one person in that painting.
-Is food coming? -I don't know. I can't find Molly.
She couldn't have just disappeared.
Well, she's not there.
You're no threat to Sherlock Holmes, Annie. I'll go find her.
Mom?
Humongous Pizza.
Man, oh, man. What I wouldn't give to be there.
Oh, no. Dude, help me out.
Hurry.
OK, OK.
All right.
[Carey] Right there.
Guys, my stomach is in desperate need of some pizza.
I'll go see what the hang-up is.
Right. I'll go check the fridge for emergency rations, sir!
I'll be OK.
[thunder rumbling]
Guys?
Guys, what's going on?
Molly? Jack?
Guys?
All right, guys, if this is some kind of joke,
I really don't find it funny, OK?
So if you guys could just please...
Oh, no!
Molly!
Carey?
Jack!
Jack, what's going on?
What about me?
[quacking]
Honey, where've you been?
Where are we?
What do you mean?
Well, here, in this place.
Us in this place. Where are we?
We're camping, silly.
Don't you remember? We planned the whole thing.
We didn't go camping.
It was raining, remember?
There was thunder and lightning. We had to cancel the trip.
What are you talking about, Annie?
Isn't this just the most beautiful spot you've ever seen?
[Jack] Hey, Annie, check it out!
Six skips is the record.
No. Seven skips is the record.
Wasn't there a man here?
Oh, yeah. He just wandered off that way a little while ago,
but, honey, to tell you the truth, he's not the friendliest guy on Earth.
[Clu and Carey arguing]
Excuse me...
Another one!
OK, that's it!
That is the last straw!
How did this happen to us?
How did we get sucked into this painting?
You know that this is a painting?
Of course I do.
Well, your friends don't.
I won fair and square.
Yeah, it's because you keep on taking all the good rocks.
Oh, give me a break, Clu.
Here... I'll choose a rock for you. How's that?
-All right. -Here. Huh?
All right. Yeah.
Guys...
Check it out.
[Jack] That's weird. I don't remember seeing that cave.
Let's go explore it.
Mom, come check out this cave.
I don't know, honey. Um...
Things like to live in caves, like, "bear" things, for example.
What happened to the adventurous mom I know and love?
Is that a challenge?
Absolutely.
-[scoffs] Fine. Lead the way. -OK.
-After you, Mr. Seven Skips. -[Jack] Thanks, bro.
-You like it here, don't you? -Like what?
Living in this fantasy world.
Ah. You see, this is not fantasy.
It's, um...
It's a different form of reality.
Isn't that what art's all about?
Look around you, little girl,
and tell me that this isn't the most beautiful place
that you have ever seen.
But it's not reality.
In that place that you call "reality,"
all people think about is making money.
To them, my art is nothing more than another way to try to make some cash,
and, yes, I painted what they wanted.
Until now.
-Until this. -But how do we get out of here?
Oh, uh, I'm working on it.
[Annie] Wait a minute. There's no cave by the pond.
There is now.
[Annie] Oh, no.
Molly!
Jack!
Clu!
Carey! Get out of the cave.
Listen to me! Get out of there right now.
[Molly] [echoing] Annie, come on in. Check it out.
Molly!
Jack!
Carey!
Clu! Molly!
What did you do?
Isn't this beautiful?
Have you ever seen a pond like this anywhere before?
OK, wait. You want everybody to leave you alone, right?
You're starting to catch on.
Well, let them out and we'll go.
Your friends don't seem to want to go anywhere.
So if i could get everyone to leave on their own,
You'd let them out of the cave?
Hm... Suppose so.
Well, what about this?
I go back, get some things to remind them how nice it is to be home,
and then they'll want to leave on their own.
What sort of things?
I don't know, but it's worth a try.
-You've got 30 minutes. -[Annie] OK.
How do I get back home?
The same way you got here. By wanting it to be so.
Well, that's easy.
Maybe for you, but not for your friends.
They like it here.
[Annie] OK, what do I need?
OK, Carey's harmonica, Jack's baseball mitt,
a photo of Fi for Molly.
What would make Clu want to come home?
Clu... Clu...
[doorbell ringing]
Hi. I'm Miranda Scott. I own the art gallery in town.
Uh, Molly Phillips, at this address, bought a painting from me last week.
I don't think molly wants to sell it back.
Oh, I don't want to buy it back.
I just... miss it.
-Miss it? -[Miranda chuckles]
Look...
None of the artist's other work ever affected me that way.
It sort of reminded me of a spot that my grandfather used to take me
when I was just a little girl.
There it is.
Actually, I sort of have to go now.
Woah, uh... Maybe I could speak with Ms. Phillips for a moment?
[stammers] I could come back some time...
Just... And... take a photograph of it,
Just... So I could look at it from time to time.
-Molly's out. -[Miranda] In this weather?
Who in their right mind would be out in this weather?
[thunder rumbling]
Uh, you?
[Miranda] Yes.
Good night.
Oh, thought maybe you might've changed your mind.
Well, I didn't. Could you let my friends out of the cave like we agreed?
Why didn't you bring a new baseball mitt if you want to lure your friend home?
Because Jack loves this mitt.
But it's ugly. It's, uh...
imperfect.
It's not imperfect. It's...
It's distinctive. It's one of a kind. It's...
like your art.
The gallery owner came to the house today.
-Miranda Scott? -[Annie] Yes.
Your painting... This painting...
It touched her.
-[scoffs] Nonsense. -I'm telling you the truth.
She wanted to take a photograph of it.
-[painter] Why? -Because it's art.
[Clu] [muffled] Wait, wait. Hold up. I need that...
[Molly] [muffled] OK, I've had enough. I want out of here.
You've got a gift.
You can touch people and make them happy.
A gift like that should be shared.
It's not something that you use to go and hide from the world.
[Molly] [muffled] Somebody get us out of here.
-[Jack] Annie? -[Clu] Annie, where are you?
-[Jack] Is anybody listening? -[Molly] Hello?
I really need your help.
There...
You see, I told you guys this was the way we came in...
-You're back! -[Jack] Hey, Annie!
You brought my harmonica?
-And my baseball mitt? -Thanks for the grub, Annie.
Honey, it was really... sweet of you to do this,
but why did you pack these things for a camping trip?
I don't know. I just hoped it would remind you of how nice it is to be home.
Oh... Hey, hey! The fish are biting.
[sighs]
This is hopeless.
Clu, catch it, man.
-Thanks for my glove, Annie. -Here we go! On my way!
-Yeah [whooping] -You're getting better, huh?
All right! Come on, Jackie!
It didn't work. They'll never want to go back.
-I'm the creator of all this, right? -[Annie] Yeah?
So I just need to be a little more...
creative.
Ooh!
Mosquitoes.
Ow!
[mosquitos buzzing]
Must be that time of day when they come out.
Blistering sun.
Maybe this will work.
Man, is it getting, like, really, really hot out here?
Somebody, turn down the oven.
[thunder rumbling]
What?
OK, you know...
man evolved so he could turn his back on a barbaric existence
and live in a more sheltered, controlled environment.
What's that supposed to mean?
I'm ready for some cable TV and air-conditioning.
Me too.
You know, a soft bed with fresh sheets doesn't sound half bad right about now.
You did it.
-Adding the rain finally did it. -But I didn't paint any...
Rain!
[painter] Oh, no!
Whoa!
I think that chow min must've gone bad in the fridge, man.
I'm starting to see some pretty weird things.
Oh, no. You have to go.
Now!
Hurry! Hurry! Get out!
Wait! You forgot your things!
Wait!
No!
What just happened?
He didn't make it.
[thunder rumbles]
-Mailman delivered this. -[Annie] For me?
What is it?
[Jack] Hey, my baseball mitt.
"I believe you left these behind on your camping trip.
Please accept this small gift as an apology for my rudeness.
I also included a few souvenirs for the boys
to remember the pond by.
Perry"
Hey...
That's pretty nice.
Where do you think I should hang it?
Maybe we shouldn't hang it.
I mean, not just yet.
This camping trip we went on...
That day we drove back...
I went out later and checked the car engine.
It was ice-cold.
-No kidding? -[Jack] No kidding.
Wonder how someone would explain something like that.
I don't know, Jack.
You're the best explainer around here.