Like a personified version of Buddha (minus the tummy, for the most part), I found inner peace by chanting the title over and over again for the bulk of the 93 minutes of "Done Yet?"
Picking up where we left off, mostly, from "Are We There Yet?" (in 2005), Nick and Suzanne are now married, and he just learned they're going to be having twins... Suzanne's kids, with their delightfully grating way of laughing, remain omnipresent as well. Nick up and decides it's time to move from his tiny apartment to a big ol' house in the country. Naturally, the house is a fixer-upper.
Realtor Chuck (John C. McGinley, aka Dr. Cox from 'Scrubs') sells them the place, but doesn't mention some of the more fixer-upper parts... and Nick's bad, he doesn't have the place inspected. Fortunately, local contractor -- yup, Chuck -- is ready to help, but Nick ain't paying the price Chuck quotes. Nick hires an unlicensed contractor to do some electrical work, and local building inspector -- also Chuck -- shows up to enforce building code. Chuck switches hats (literally) from inspector to contractor and agrees to help.
The switching hats bit isn't as corny as it sounds, but given the plot thus far, I guess it's a leap of faith to believe me on this one. Chuck carries the film in much the same way he keeps 'Scrubs' going, with his acerbic wit and sarcasm. Here he's a bit more of a rural rube, but it still works.
Aside from Chuck's character, little else works on any substantial level. The angry fish going after Nick several times, along with the other sundry animal gags, grows old fast (must be the crisp country air).
Based somewhat on a 1948 film ("Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House"), which was far more entertaining, this re-tread of a plot, coupled with the less than stellar first film, leaves us without a whole to sink our teeth into. You can only see a man fall through the roof or knock out a wall so many times before it becomes un-funny. Factor in the Three Stooges did such things in the 1930s, you'd hope for more in "Done Yet?"
After the 93 minutes, yes, you're now done, but keep hoping if you're planning to find a comedy that tickles your funny-bone on a level more clever than burping woodland creatures.