They sing songs, god help us. I beg of you. Grandpa Brontosaurus has got what no doubt is a trumped-up disease designed to propel Littlefoot and his gang out of the Great Valley so we can all have some peace. Maybe they'll be slaughtered mercilessly by my dog, Frog, or will fall into a river of lava. I think they learn a valuable and sanctimonious lesson about life.
Food is scarce again for the dinosaurs.
They meet up with Chomper the T-Rex. Then they all decide that the cannibalism taboo applies only to human culture and that they are free to eat each other. 77 minutes of your life. There's not even a catalog description of this one. No one is willing to watch any more of these.