Rayman Legends Adventures in The Land Before Time 3: The Time of the Great Giving/Script

The vast universe that made up our Milky Road Galaxy had been the sight of many tales and legends, all warned in bold or subtle fashions. The many stars and planets had all been the sight of all sorts of beginnings; some very intense, while others very small. As time would go ahead, they would be the setting of many stories that had their own endings and memories that would carry on for generations to come. Nowhere was this more crystal clear than at a special planet that had been the stage for millions of events; a planet that with its multitude of life, cycle of water, and immense variety of landscapes, had become unique in the solar system, and to galaxies beyond…the Earth. The third orbit from the sun, and our home planet, this place has held many wonders, but while today, it continued to house many tales and mysteries about life, way back in the distant past, it was a much stranger world.
A long time ago, at least thirty-five hundred million years ago, the earliest form of life made its first appearance on Earth. At this point in time, these primitive organisms were very simple lifeforms, drifting through the oceans, and forming the adaptations needed for survival. Over the eons, though, these single-celled creatures developed, grew, and changed millions of times, developing more and more advanced into more complex organisms. From invertebrates, to fish, every living fact on the planet was changing, until, at last, there was a creature capable of leaving the sea and crawling out into an unknown world. This started a new age in evolution for life on Earth, as with the first amphibians and invertebrates, life could carry ahead, but with these small creatures came hundreds of other animals. Millions of years would carry on, creating more and more fascinating animals, until eventually, the most famous and mightiest would appear and dominate the planet. This creature was called...the dinosaur.
Arguably the most famous creature from prehistoric times, the dinosaur had come in a multitude of sizes and shapes, ranging from the titanic Brachiosaurus, to the swift, Dromaeosaurus, and the horned Chasmosaurus to name a few. Living in such a prehistoric world, though, was no easy picnic. For most of the Earth’s dinosaurs, life was filled with danger. The never-ending battle between predator and prey was a severe fight for all creatures, with many conflicts resulting in deadly outcomes.
However, for the fortunate leaf-eating dinosaurs of a special place called the Great Valley, life was a different story. Protected from the dangers of the outside world, with no predators to concern about, and with food plentiful, life was very peaceful. Herbivores of all sizes have traveled to this landmark, and to this day, remained a lush paradise for all to enjoy. For some families, and communities and friends, this was the perfect place to live in. This was especially the case for Littlefoot the longneck, Cera the three-horn, Ducky the swimmer, Petrie the flyer, and Spike the spike-tail. This community of friends, all having united together to survive the perils of the outside world, and having put aside their differences in doing so, had become an inseparable group of friends, and with the Great Valley to sustain their needs, and their loving families to take care of them, they were in the perfect place to grow and learn and play.
Rushing across the open field, rolling a heavy rock, like they were playing a game of soccer, they pushed the rock around the area, laughing together and having fun. Cera tossed the rock into the air, and it landed near Littlefoot. "I have it," he exclaimed, before seeing the rock roll to Petrie.
"Now I have it," said Petrie.
Raising his leg, Petrie kicked the rock, but since the rock was bigger and heavier than him, all this resulted in was Petrie falling to the ground. Fortunately, Petrie wasn't hurt, and as he looked up at the rock, Spike, with Ducky riding on his back, jumped in the air, flying towards the rock. "Go ahead, Spike," cheered Ducky.
"YOW," shrieked Petrie before getting out of the road.
Spike landed on the rock with a thud, creating a small cloud of dust. "Did you have it, Spike," asked Ducky as she got off her brother, "did you? Is that so?"
Slowly getting to his feet, the silent Stegosaurus revealed the now smashed up rock. Despite this, Ducky couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes, yes, yes," she said happily, "you have it!"
"I found another! I found another," teased Cera as she tossed another small rock towards Littlefoot, "hahahaha!"
Littlefoot chased after the rolling rock, moving closer to an area with a lot of foliage. As he was ready to catch up to it and toss it back to his friends, something appeared in front of him and stopped the rock with a clawed foot. Surprised, but suddenly knowing what this meant, Littlefoot's joy turned into concern as he slowly looked upwards. Standing in front of him, frowning down at him with mean grins, was a trio of adolescent dinosaurs; a silver-purple Hypsilophodon, a dull olive-colored Muttabuttasaurus and a grayish-green Nodosaurus. These three frowned down at Littlefoot as he spoke to the adolescents. "Hi, Hyp," he said to the Hypsilophodon, "can we have our stone back, please?"
Hyp, the Hypsilophodon, now carrying the rock in his hands, spoke up, with a rough tone in his voice. "Your stone?! Who said it was your stone?"
"Yes, who said it was your stone, right," asked Nod the Nodosaurus in an equally mocking tone of voice, "who said this? Who said that?"
Hyp and Nod turned their attention to Mutt the Muttabuttasaurus, who seemed like he was staring away into space. "Oh...uh, yes," he said, trying to be threatening as well.
"Well...damn it, nobody," said Littlefoot, trying to keep facts calm, "we were just playing with it."
"Then give it back, Hyp," complained Cera.
"But I didn't hear you say please," mocked Hyp.
"That's because I didn't," replied a furious Cera before growling at Hyp, getting a growl in return.
"Hey," said Littlefoot, getting in between Cera and Hyp, having an idea, "perhaps we can all play, together."
"Good idea, Littlefoot," said Petrie in agreement, "we all play!"
"Yes, yes, yes," added Ducky, "the more, the merrier!"
Spike nodded in agreement. Hyp, however, had another plan in mind. "What do you guys think," he asked Nod and Mutt, "you wanna play with these BABIES?!"
"Babies," asked Cera, who got stern, "who does he call babies?"
"Us," asked Ducky innocently.
"Huh! Me no baby," scoffed Petrie before taking a deep breath and trying to appear more hard, "me tall!"
"Yes," mocked Hyp as he tapped Petrie in the stomach, making him involuntarily exhale and lose his composure, "you BIG baby!"
The trio laughed at Littlefoot. "Me not like them," responded Petrie.
"Me neither," said Cera as she was ready to charge in and stop Hyp, "I'll show him who's boss."
"Cera," exclaimed a concerned Littlefoot.
"I'm busy," said Cera as she charged towards the trio.
Hyp, Mutt and Nod got out of the road as Cera reached them, causing the three-horn to run into a bush. As she pulled herself out of the vegetation, the trio began mocking her. "Nyah! Nyah," mocked Mutt as he stuck his tongue out at her.
"Try to get us," said Hyp.
"Yes, yes, try it," said Nod in agreement.
Cera came out of the bush and was ready to charge again. But before Littlefoot could say anything and before Cera could try and attack Hyp again, the group suddenly started to shake, catching everyone off guard. "Wait! What's that," asked Hyp.
"It's a...a..." said a hesitant Nod.
It didn't take long at all for anyone to see what was going on and grow hesitant. "FIRE DRILL," shrieked Cera, "AAHHHH!!!!"
Cera's words were indeed correct, for it was an earthquake shaking the ground below everyone's feet. Everyone's hearts started pounding in fear. However, the ground shaking wasn't the only scheme that caught everyone's attention. High above everyone, a series of meteors came falling out of the heavens, some burning up the atmosphere while other smashing down to the ground beyond the mountains. "Rocks fly," asked Petrie as he watched the heavens.
"FLYING ROCKS," shrieked Hyp as he, Nod and Mutt fled the area, "AAHHHH!!!!"
Now left on their own, everyone frantically looked in the heavens as they watched the meteors plummet. They saw another meteor falling out of the heavens, but this one was much bigger than the others, and it was falling much closer to the valley. Disappearing behind the mountain edge, the huge meteor smashed into the Earth, creating a big explosion that send thousands of rocks into the air, many of which started falling right above the frightened group of friends. "AAHHHH," everyone shrieked.
Not wasting another second, everyone split up and ran their own separate directions, just before a small rock slide could reach them. "DADDY," cried Cera as she ran.
"MAMA," shrieked Ducky and Petrie as they ran a different direction.
"GRANDMA, GRANDPA," cried Littlefoot as he ran.
The ground continued to shake and sent multiple rocks from the cliffs and onto the ground. Nearby, other residents of the valley panicked as the earthquake sent more and more rocks to the ground. From their nest, a family of Quetzalcoatlus shrieked in terror as the mother tried shielding her chicks from the falling debris. "FLY, MY CHILDREN," she cried as they abandoned the nest, "FLY!!"
The family got out of the road of another rock slide as a small herd of Iguanodon watched from nearby. Seeing that they were also in danger, the leader of his herd guided the others to safety. "RUN," he exclaimed as they rushed away from the cliffs.
As for Littlefoot, he reached Grandma and Grandpa Longneck, who were standing in one of the forests, equally shocked by the shaking of the Earth. "Littlefoot," exclaimed Grandma.
Eventually stopping at the two grandparents, Littlefoot shivered in fright, relieved to have reached Littlefoot's family, but knowing that there was yet danger. Suddenly, a nearby tree started becoming unstable as everyone saw it about to plummet to the ground. "BE CAREFUL," cried Grandpa as the tree began falling towards them.
Without hesitation, everyone jumped out of the road of the falling tree. Grandma and Grandpa jumped towards another direction, barely managing to dodge the tree before seeing where it landed. As they did so, the earthquake eventually subsided and everyone took a moment to calm down from the unexpected chaos. Grandma and Grandpa, spooked by the earthquake, calmed down, but while they were glad that Littlefoot was alright, they couldn't see Littlefoot anywhere. "Littlefoot," said a concerned Grandma.
Luckily, Littlefoot, having taken shelter underneath another fallen tree, appeared before his family. "I'm here, Grandma."
"Are you alright, little one," asked Grandma, worried.
Littlefoot slowly nodded yes, yet hesitant, but at least glad that it was over. "Would you like to get out, now," asked Grandpa.
"Sheesh," said Littlefoot, before turning curious about something and looking into the heavens, "that wasn't an ordinary earthquake, wasn't it?"
"No, Littlefoot, it wasn't," said Grandpa in agreement.
"Then...what kind was it," asked Littlefoot.
"We don't know, Littlefoot," replied Grandma before she and Grandpa looked into the heavens as well, "maybe it had to do with these big boulders falling from the heavens."
"Oh, yes, I saw them," said Littlefoot before running towards a clearing in the forest, "and I saw this big landing somewhere in the Mysterious Afterlife. I wish we could go find it."
"It would be an adventure," said Grandpa, "now wouldn't it?"
"Well, I think we've had enough adventure for a day," said Grandma firmly before walking back into the forest, "c'mon. It's time to settle down for the night."
Before joining Grandma to turn in for the night, Littlefoot took another look out at the lights glittering across the heavens. For everyone, it was truly a beautiful sight to behold. "It's beautiful," said Littlefoot, "isn't it, Grandpa?"
"Oh, yes, Littlefoot," said Grandpa, agreeing with his grandson, "beautiful...and mysterious.....like so many plans in our world. Well...at least the danger is past."
With that said, everyone followed Grandpa and Littlefoot back to their resting spot, ready to call it a day. The day had been a long and eventful one for everyone involved. From sweet reunions between friends and loved ones, to encountering unpleasant local twilight in the valley, to the intense chaos from the earthquake and falling rocks, to eventually getting to see the aurora borealis lights in the heavens, this day had a lot going on with it, and while not everything was perfect for them, they were ready to take it easy and wait for what the next day would bring. However, with what just happened during the earthquake, and the falling rocks that smashed outside the valley, would this be enough for the herd members to enjoy what they think would be an easygoing trip down memory lane?
The following day came past, and at the Great Valley, much activity was going on. Fortunately, unlike yesterday, where the valley was subject to a surprising earthquake and a shower of meteors, today was far more peaceful and tranquil for inhabitants and visitors alike. Nowhere was this more obvious than at one of the valley's many lakes. This lake was being fed water by a huge, powerful waterfall, known as the Thundering Falls. As water came down the cliff, giving a rumbling sound of smashing water, many dinosaurs, large and small, congregated around the water, doing their business and enjoying the silent day. Littlefoot and his grandparents are also at the lake, enjoying themselves, but while Littlefoot splashed in the water and while the grandparents fed on the water plants, he stopped upon seeing a scheme suddenly turn silent. Confused, he looked around before noticing something that shocked him; the water had stopped flowing down the falls. What was once a pathway for the water to fall from was now empty, with only a few drops of water coming down. The rest of the herds noticed this and were shocked. "WHAT?!"
"Look, everyone! Where did the water go?"
"It stopped flowing," exclaimed an alarmed Saurolophus as he and a Stegosaurus noticed what just happened.
"How can that be," asked a Triceratops.
"What have we done without water," asked a concerned Hypacrosaurus.
The herd also noticed what just happened to the falls and were just as shocked as everyone else. "Grandpa," said Littlefoot as he approached Grandma and Grandpa, "why did the Thundering Falls stop?"
"I don't know, Littlefoot," said a confused Grandpa, "I don't know."
"Littlefoot, go and play," said Grandma, "Grandpa and I should speak to the other adults."
"Sure, Grandma," said Littlefoot.
With that said, Littlefoot ran out of the water. "See you later, Grandpa," said Littlefoot.
As Littlefoot ran away, the grownups gathered around Grandma and Grandpa Longneck, unsure at what to do next. Meanwhile, Littlefoot, having run off a ways from the lake and confusion, rushed through the valley, trying to find his friends. "Hey, guys," he called out.
Luckily for Littlefoot, Ducky and Spike were spotted a few yards away. Walking into a small tree, Ducky walked through a broken branch, just as Littlefoot caught up to them. "Guess what just happened to the Thundering Falls," said Littlefoot.
"Csendes," said Ducky silently, "we're trying to find Cera. She's hiding from us."
"But..."
Petrie appeared as well, having found no trace of Cera, and also oblivious to what was going on at the lake. "I can't find Terk anywhere," said Petrie.
"Guess what, Petrie," said Littlefoot, attempting to explain the water situation.
"What," asked Petrie, "didn't you find Cera either?"
"Cera is a very good hideout," said Ducky, "she is."
Not far away, though, hiding in a pile of large leaves, Cera, having concealed himself from view from her friends, glimpsed at her friends with a chuckle, before suddenly bursting from the leaves. "BOO," she shouts.
Gasping from the surprise appearance of Cera, Ducky and Petrie scattered around the area, alarmed. "I frightened you, I frightened you, did I," Cera playfully teased.
"You don't frighten me, Cera," said Petrie as he latched onto something, trying to stay brave, "I don't frighten me."
However, Petrie’s attempt at keeping up his brave front swiftly shattered upon hearing someone right above him. "Petrie, you’re hurting my nose," complained Littlefoot, mildly annoyed with Petrie.
Realizing that he was latching onto Littlefoot’s snout, and seeing Littlefoot’s frown, Petrie turned awkwardly hesitant. "Oh, hehe...I'm sorry. I don't know my own strength."
"Now who’s going to hide," asked Cera, before turning to Littlefoot, "Littlefoot?"
"Alright, but first I want to warn you something," said Littlefoot.
"Well, hurry up," said Cera, "we want to play."
"I saw..."
But before Littlefoot could explain what was happening, Spike suddenly started walking off on his own. "Hey," complained Littlefoot.
Ducky, also amused by Spike’s actions, said, "Spike is changing for you, Littlefoot."
Everyone burst into laughter as they watched Spike walk deeper into the forest, before approaching some green plants and putting his head into them, only managing to hide his head and not the rest of his body. The group, amused by Spike’s antics, laughed as they watched Spike try to hide for shelter. “My brother is not a very good concealer,” said Ducky, “oh, dear.”
Turning back to Littlefoot, Cera said, "now, what were you going to say, Littlefoot?"
"It’s the Thundering Falls," replied Littlefoot, "it’s not giving us any water. You have to come see."
Together, the group started following Littlefoot back to the lake, but before they could even get far, they heard a familiar voice speak from behind. "Why don’t you run to see the hatchlings?"
Turning around, the group saw Hyp, Mutt and Nod, once again facing them with rude looks. Hyp was relaxing on top of Nod, almost like he was sitting in a recliner chair, and Mutt was carrying a large plant and shielding Hyp from the sun with it. "Yes, run and see! Run and see," said Nod, agreeing with Hyp’s words.
Hyp and Nod turned to Mutt, who, like before, was only staring at the group, lost in his own thoughts, but upon seeing Hyp’s furious frown at him, Mutt snapped out of it. "Oh..." he said, trying to think at what to say, "uhh, yes!"
Turning back to Hyp, Mutt shivered with his tongue sticking out, trying to play innocent, much to Hyp’s disgust. As for Littlefoot’s group, they were in no mood for another confrontation, but Cera, not happy to be dealing with Hyp again, stood her ground. "Try to make us," she taunted.
"No, Cera, no," begged Ducky, not letting Cera get hurt, or try and hurt Hyp and the others again.
"Oh, don’t worry, I won’t hurt them....much," said Cera, before sticking her tongue out at the trio.
Nod and Mutt stuck their tongues back out at Cera. "Put these away," said an annoyed Hyp, before giving his two friends frowns, forcing them to retract their tongues in fear.
"Then how come you don't live with your dad, Hyp," asked Littlefoot.
"Blood and sweat," said a stern Petrie as he positioned himself in a fighting stance, only to incidentally punch himself in the beak and fall into Littlefoot's back, "ow! Fight the pain!"
"Yes," said Peng in agreement, "thank you very much, Hyp. Why are we doing it?"
"Because WHY," asked a suddenly frustrated Hyp, before jumping away from Nod and facing Littlefoot, "because we're bigger! And bigger is smarter, bigger is meaner, and bigger is BEST!!"
In shouting out these words, Petrie became alarmed and flew himself onto Littlefoot's back, shaking his head over Hyp's suddenly frustrated outburst. Littlefoot faced Hyp with a frustrated look. Hyp, however, was undeterred, and he approached him with a devious grin.
Hyp: If you're big
You can push all the little ones around
They're looking up, while you are looking down
You can snap a tree in two, like it was just a twig
Plans are better if you're big
Mutt and Nod, both showing their strength by breaking some trees and branches, joined Hyp in singing about their beliefs on being big.
All three: IF YOU'RE BIG!!
Hyp: You can do anything you want to do so
Mutt and Nod: Wah-oh
Hyp: All the rules that grownups make, they don't apply to you
Mutt and Nod: Not to you
Hyp: You can splash in all the puddles, gulp and slurp and swig
Mutt and Nod: Oh-wah
Hyp: The world is wetter if you're big
Mutt and Nod: Glug, glug, glug
Hyp: You can snort
Mutt and Nod: You can snort
Hyp: You can growl
Mutt and Nod: You can growl
Hyp: You can stomp
Mutt and Nod: You can stomp
Hyp: You can howl
Mutt and Nod: You can stomp
Hyp: You can bonk someone smaller on the head
Mutt and Nod: On the head
Hyp: You can take what you want,
Play all day in the swamp
And you never, ever HAVE TO GO TO BED!!
As they sang this part of their song, Mutt and Nod intimidated Littlefoot with his size and menacing looks. In one instance, they alarmed Littlefoot, before spooking Cera, before turning to Petrie, paralyzed with fear over Mutt and Nod's sizes. Luckily, before Hyp could get Ducky in the head, Spike nudged her to safety, causing Mutt and Nod to incidentally bonk each other and they swiftly resumed doing the rest of his song with Hyp and this was where schemes started getting more terrifying for Littlefoot.
All three: IF YOU'RE BIG!!
Hyp: You can step on little people's toes
Mutt and Nod: Oh, wah
Hyp: Munch on their lunch
Mutt and Nod: Lunch
Hyp: And bop them in the nose
Mutt and Nod: Oh, yes
Hyp: Threehorns, and longnecks, and duck feet as well
Mutt: Duck feet, as well
Hyp: They all have to do anything you want them to
Mutt and Nod: You want them to
Hyp: And if they DON'T, you can plop them....
All three: IN THE GOO!!
Hyp: Don't you forget....
Mutt growled at Littlefoot, alarming him.
Hyp: What you want, you get...
Nod gave a fierce growl at Cera.
Hyp: Plans are better if you're big
Mutt and Nod: Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oohhhh
Hyp: If you're big
Mutt and Nod: Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oohhhh
Hyp: If you're big
Mutt and Nod: Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
All three: IF...YOU'RE...BIIIIIG!!
With that said, the song officially wrapped up, Hyp and his two friends relished in their pride over frightening Littlefoot and his friends. "But Hyp, if you're an adult, you won't be very big," said Littlefoot.
"Yes, your kind never gets very big," added Terk, "if WE grow, we'll be a lot bigger."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," added Ducky, "lot, lot, lot, lot bigger."
Hyp, however, only grew frustrated again. "Oh, yes? Well, I'll see that you never grow up."
"Uh, yes," said Mutt in agreement.
"Never give up! Never," added Nod, also in an agreement with Hyp.
"Uh...how are you going to do that, Hyp," asked Mutt.
Turning back to his two lackeys, irritated with them, Hyp said, "damn, you're foolish. Let me explain it to you. First, we chase them, second, we catch them, THIRD, WE HAVE DAMAGED THEM!! You see?"
Unbeknownst to Hyp, as he spoke with Mutt and Nod, Litlefoot, Cera, Ducky and Petrie, hesitant at what Hyp would do to them, complied and walked away. "Uh, dear, Hyp," said Mutt, upon realizing that they had just left, "I don't see...anyone."
"Me neither," added Nod.
"What," asked a surprised Hyp before seeing their victims gone, "ugh! C'mon! We'll hit them later."
The trio walked away in disgust, annoyed that their victims got away, but vowing to find them again. However, unbeknownst to them, the only one left in the area was Spike, who was yet hiding his head in the bush of plants. Poking his head out to see that he was alone, Spike turned slightly mournful, before grinning upon seeing that he was near some foliage. With that said, he chomped on one of the leaves and began munching on his new snack.
Back at the lake, a section of the Great Valley grownups gathered around. With the now sudden lack of new water and the Thundering Falls dry and barren, some of the foliage started turning dry, with some dry leaves blowing off in the breeze. Standing before his fellow grownups, Grandpa Longneck spoke up. "As you can see, our valley is drying up swiftly," he said.
"Yes," replied a female Stegosaurus, "I can also feel it. There are less and less water to drink."
"And green food to eat," added an Iguanodon.
"I know," said Grandpa as he turned to the water himself, "then our herd has to work together to save some of the water we have left. From now on, we only have to drink what we need to survive, and no more."
Some of the dinosaurs became bummed out upon hearing this idea, but nonetheless nodded in agreement. "Let's hope it will soon, the Thundering Falls that bring us again," said Grandpa as he looked upon the empty waterfall, "if we don't...we may have to leave the Great Valley."
The other grownups became shocked. "Leave the Great Valley," asked Ms. Swimmer.
"Never," said a Stegosaurus.
"It's our home," added an Iguanodon.
"Then until the water comes back, we shouldn't use the water we have left unwisely," said Grandpa.
One local, however, spoke his own thoughts on the matter, but in a very rough tone of voice. "HA!! Threehorns never use water unwisely," Mr. Threehorn said before turning to another local, "but your herds do it!"
"Our herds," asked Mr. Clubtail, an Ankylosaurus, who approached Threehorn with fury, "why do you think our herds would do such a fact?"
"You drink greedily without worrying about others," replied Threehorn firmly while holding his head high.
This harsh comment took everyone nearby by surprise. "Can you believe this is speaking," asked a shocked Stegosaurus.
The other grownups chattered about this claim, feeling furious themselves. "Well, I saw the Threehorns wasting it," retorted Clubtail to Threehorn.
"What," asked a frustrated Threehorn.
"You bathe for a long time, even if you're the least dirty," said Clubtail, before turning to a nearby Iguanodon, "and I've seen your friendly waste, as well. After unnecessarily splashing water with disgrace."
"Impossible, I've NEVER done anything like that," replied the frustrated Iguanodon.
The grownups burst into a much bigger argument with each other, now furious at each other over their respective treatments of the water. Meanwhile, in a section of the water, not too far away, Littlefoot and the others, having gotten away from Hyp and his friends, were playing together in the water. Littlefoot and Cera chased each other in the water, laughing and having fun. Cera jumped onto a small rock above the water and turned back to Littlefoot, before having an idea on what game they should play. "Hey, let's play bullies. I'm going to be Hyp," she said before jumping back into the water, "I'm going to catch you."
"Not if I catch you first," replied Littlefoot playfully, imitating Mutt.
Cera gasped before running away, laughing hysterically as Littlefoot chased him. Nearby, amongst all the fun and games going on with the friends, Petrie rested on a small rock, catching some sun, while Spike stood nearby, eating some food and drinking some water. Hearing Littlefoot and Cera play around as if they were Hyp and Mutt gave him an idea. "I'd like to play bullies as well," he said before facing Spike, "hey, cubs, don't eat my green food!"
But all Petrie got was a face complete with water, as Spike squirted into Petrie's face and chuckled mischievously. Cleaning himself up, Petrie started walking away. "Huh! I'm going elsewhere to play bullies," he said.
It's too late since Petrie incidentally walked over the edge of his rock platform and landed in the water. Luckily, Petrie swiftly resurfaced, and as he climbed back onto the rock, Ducky, who was also swimming around, came past and said, "Petrie, you are a flyer, not a swimmer."
Petrie frowned at the chuckling Ducky, before sighing in defeat. "I'm not a bully either."
"But I am," a familiar voice suddenly spoke from above.
Everyone heard this voice and swiftly became shocked. Looking upwards on a small cliff face, everyone saw Hyp, Mutt and Nod looking down on them, once again sporting some menacing grins. "Aww," moaned Littlefoot.
"Not again," added an equally annoyed Cera.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear," said a hesitant Ducky.
"It's them," added Petrie.
"Well, Governor, you tried to sell me a stolen motorcar," replied Hyp casually, "even though the cubs could playing in our swimming pool, right?"
"They're starting to get on my nerves," said a frustrated Cera.
"Can we teach them a lesson, Hyp, right? We can, can't we," asked Nod, eager to do some harm to Littlefoot and the others.
"Be my guest," said Hyp, before suddenly smacking Nod off the cliff, "NO!!"
"DAAHHHH," shrieked an alarmed Nod.
Everyone down below gasped over this sudden action. "RUN," yelled Littlefoot upset.
Everyone swiftly to shore and fled from the falling Nodosaurus, but Littlefoot, unable to move fast enough, watched as Nod was ready to fall on them. In addition to this, the force of Nod landing in the water caused a big splash of water to go flying into the air, with one small bit of water flying over the water's edge and landing straight in the face of a nearby grownup. A few other grownups nearby started laughing over this while Nod, dizzy from the fall, saw the approaching grownups and gasped. Getting to his feet, he cowardly fled from the lake, while Hyp and Mutt, also seeing the approaching crowds, ran away as well. "Farewell," mocked Mutt.
"I wouldn't want to beat you," added Hyp, smirking down at the children.
Littlefoot, recovering from the incident, got up and shook the water off. "THIS IS NOT FUNNY," exclaimed a frustrated Mr. Threehorn, causing the chuckling grownups to stop laughing, before coming into view of the herd, "now someone has splashed me and wasted precious water."
Turning to see the approaching gronwups, the herd gasped in surprise, caught off guard by their presence. "What," asked Littlefoot as he was helped onto land.
"Littlefoot, are you alright," asked Ducky.
"Yes," said Littlefoot, before seeing the grownups and growing hesitant, "but I think I'm having problems."
The rest of Littlefoot's friends turned and saw the grownups standing before them. Grandpa and Mr. Threehorn were also in this group, the latter of whom staring at Littlefoot with a very frustrated look. "Your Littlefoot is guilty of wasting water," complained Threehorn to Grandpa.
The other grownups chatted with each other over Threehorn's accusation. Grandpa, however, turned to his grandson and approached him, not with fury, but with worry. "What just happened, Littlefoot," he asked calmly.
"It was an incident, Grandpa," pleaded Littlefoot, "honest."
"I'm sure it was, Littlefoot," replied an understanding Grandpa, "our children don't understand the water pressure. The Great Valley has always given them everything they need."
"What are these adults speaking about," asked a confused Cera, "what kind of water damage? Aren't they coming back to the Thundering Falls?"
"I don't know," said Littlefoot.
"Well, you should," said Cera, "why not?"
"Perhaps it's tired and needs to rest," suggested Ducky innocently.
Everyone shrugged their shoulders, having an idea. "We need to teach the children how to use the remaining water wisely," said Grandpa to his colleagues.
"Speak to yourself, Longneck," said a yet frustrated Grandpa, "my Cera would never waste. Your bandicoot is a bad influence!"
This harsh accusation caused the herd to gasp in shock. "That's NOT TRUE," replied an enraged Grandpa.
Littlefoot suddenly became hurt upon hearing Threehorn's words, while the rest of the children looked on with concern. "What's the impact," asked Ducky to Petrie.
"I don't know," replied Petrie.
"This is a deliberate lie, you little monkey rump," Topsy said stubbornly before turning around to leave, "c'mon, Cera. You're not going to play with a little longneck anymore."
The herd's frustration turned into shock upon hearing Threehorn call for Cera, for they couldn't believe he was dragging his own daughter into this verbal fight. Littlefoot and the others looked at the equally shocked Cera, who didn't will to go. "But Dad," she said.
"My friend, I think you're acting hasty," said Grandpa, trying to ease Threehorn's stress, "Littlefoot is not guilty."
Threehorn growled in defiance and frustration before turning to Cera again. "I said c'mon, Cera," he said, having seen enough of the argument.
"NO," argued Cera before hiding behind Littlefoot.
"CERA, I'M YOUR DAD AND I KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU," yelled Threehorn upset.
Terrified of her father's harsh words, but seeing as he wasn't backing down from calling her over, Cera's heart sank as she slowly approached him. Littlefoot and the others watched their friend leave, seeing that she looked like she was about to weep. Threehorn watched with a firm look as Cera approached him, before the two started leaving the premises. But as Littlefoot and everyone else watched as they left, Ms. Flyer flew overhead. "Petrie," she called, "it's time to go home."
"Oh...hang on," said Petrie to his friends, before reluctantly taking to the air and following his mother, "we're coming, Mum."
"C'mon, Ducky," said Ms. Swimmer to her two children, "Spike, you too."
"Do not worry, Littlefoot," Ducky attempted to cheer up her friend, "you have no influence. Whatever that is."
Littlefoot approached his grandfather, watching as his three friends eventually disappeared from view. Although he was hurt by the harsh words, he couldn't understand why he would be accused. "I don't understand, Grandpa," he said, "why does Cera's father think I'm bad?"
"Oh, he's just confused, Littlefoot," said Grandpa, feeling bad for his grandson, "sometimes fear makes grownups do strange facts."
Eventually, night fell on the valley, and in a section in between a forest and grassy field, Cera, having been guided back home by her father, stood before him, fully confused and hurt by what he had said to her friends. "I don't understand, Dad," she said.
"You need friends who know how to behave," said Threehorn firmly, "especially in times like these."
"Littlefoot is my friend," argued Cera, "he'll always be my friend."
"Cera, I'm your dad," said Threehorn sternly, having no more of this daughter's arguments, "I want what's best for you."
Fighting back tears, Cera swiftly grew frustrated. "No, no! You just don't want me to have fun!"
And on these words, she fled into some nearby tall grass. "Cera, please," said Threehorn, trying to calm her down, "I'm just trying to.....oh, as a parent, I...oohhhh," he moaned with frustration before turning around and walking away.
The next morning, as the sun began to rise into the heavens, Grandma and Grandpa Longneck were walking through an open field in the early morning. Slowly approaching where Littlefoot was sleeping, the two elders reached their sleeping grandson, as Grandma spoke to him. "It's time to wake up, little one."
Grandma gently nudged Littlefoot to get him moving, but Littlefoot was barely awake. "But Grandma, it's yet early," he said, yet too tired to get to his feet, "I'm yet sleepy."
"You need to get up, Littlefoot, if you want to drink the morning dew with us," said Grandpa.
"The morning dew," asked Littlefoot.
"Yes," replied Grandpa, "it accumulates in the leaves early in the morning."
Grandpa gently nudged Littlefoot out of the nest, allowing Littlefoot to eventually stand up. "If we hurry up, we can drink the dew before the bright circle gets too high in the heavens and dries everything out," said Grandpa as they started walking away together.
"Oh," replied Littlefoot before letting out a yawn, yet sleepy, but agreeing to join his grandparents for this early morning treat, "alright."
Shortly afterwards, the trio stopped near some trees as the sun grew higher into the heavens. These trees had a lot of dry tree stars on them, but Grandpa and Grandma picked special tree stars for Littlefoot to enjoy. Picking his tree star from the tree, Grandpa let it down to Littlefoot. "Here, Littlefoot. Drink this," he said, "I think you'll find this delicious."
Looking upon his tree star, and seeing the small puddle of water in it, Littlefoot grew with emotion. However, after licking his lips and ready to take his first mouthful, the tree star broke apart as soon as he touched it. Looking upon the now broken tree star, and seeing the water evaporate, Littlefoot swiftly grew mournful and concerned. "Oops," he said, thinking he was in danger again, "I broke it."
"It's not your fault, Littlefoot," said Grandma reassuringly to the sauropod, "the tree stars are very dry now and easily disintegrate."
Littlefoot let out a big sigh, clearly disappointed. "But if everything is going to be damp and green again, Grandma?"
"I don't know," said Grandma as they started walking away, "I hope that soon."
Walking further away from the tree stars, Littlefoot asked, "but what will happen if it isn't soon?"
"The water will become increasingly difficult to find," said Grandpa, "soon, everything will be as dry as that star on the tree."
"And that will be easier for the fires to start," added Grandma.
This last bit of info stopped Littlefoot in his tracks. "Fire," asked Littlefoot, suddenly concerned.
"Yes, Littlefoot," said Grandma, "and that is why you must remember the escape routes we've shown you."
Concerned about the potential of a fire, Littlefoot grinned. "Don't worry, Grandma. I'll remember," he said, making Grandma grin with pride.
Unfortunately, as the day carried ahead, the consequences of the Thundering Falls being bare started being more and more clear. Under the hot sun of the late to early afternoon, and around the valley, there was yet some fresh foliage for all, but this was not without the dry foliage that started spreading more and more, as a result of the lack of moisture. At the moment, however, the chances of a fire were yet slim, but even so, this was adding more and more pressure on the locals and the available resources. As for the water, it started shrinking little by little, with one river drying up and sporting multiple tiny pools, some of which housing some small fish. Nearby, a herd of Iguanodon drank their portion of water from this river, with some members watching each other drink and letting them have a turn. In another section of the river, a small group of Triceratops stampeded their road towards the edge of the valley, with one member stopping and looking at the water. This indiviudal was none other than Mr. Threehorn, and upon seeing that the water had shrunken much worse than it did yesterday, he looked at the water with a stern look before turning to the barren Thundering Falls. Not liking how this was going, he was lost in deep thought. With several water sources disappearing and turning into small puddles, facts were not looking bright for the valley residents.
Meanwhile, back in one of the valley forests, Littlefoot and his grandparents were yet patroling the area, looking for fresh food. "I think we're in luck," said Grandma, upon seeing something up ahead and getting everyone's attention, "there are yet a few green tree stars here."
"Now, then," said Grandpa, "let's eat."
"Time to crack that egg wide open," said Littlefoot enthusiastically, "yes, let's feast!"
Running towards the trees with some fresh foliage, Littlefoot stopped at the base by one of the trees. Looking upon some small leaves near the bottom, he sniffed them, before seeing that they weren't as green as he thought. "These don't look very good, but I'm sure I'm hungry," he said.
Opening his mouth, he was ready to take a bite, before seeing some leaves falling from above. Looking up, he saw Grandma and Grandpa taking some leaves from the tree and letting them fall to their grandson. Taking some leaves into his mouth, Littlefoot chewed on them, only to realize that they were very stale, dry and not very tasty either. Spitting them out, he complained, "they taste horrible."
Looking at the nearby trees as well, soon Grandpa spotted another tree with not many foliage on its top, save for a few branches with some leaves on them. Taking a closer look, he saw that the few leaves left on this tree were green and looked pretty fresh. "Here, Littlefoot," he said, "try these. They're yet very green."
Grasping the branch with his mouth, he pulled it away and gently put it on the ground, near Littlefoot's feet. "Thank you, Grandpa," said Littlefoot.
"Go ahead, Littlefoot," said Grandma, "eat it up."
"But...but how about you," asked Littlefoot, "don't you want some?"
"Thanks, Littlefoot," replied Grandma with a grin, "but Grandpa and I will be fine."
"Yes," added Grandpa, "you're yet growing. You need the best green food we can find."
"Well, alright," said Littlefoot, before he started eating the fresh leaves.
After munching on the leaves for a few seconds, enjoying their fresh flavor, Littlefoot turned to his grandparents once again. "That was good, but I'm sure I'm thirsty. What is this our turn for water?"
Grandpa, who was chowing on a mouthful of leaves, turned to his wife. "Our turn to fetch water is as the bright circle touches the steaming mountain," she said.
Swallowing the leaves in his mouth, Grandpa turned to Littlefoot. "But if you're thirsty, I think you can drink now," said Grandpa, "after all, we never agree that children have the same water restrictions as older people."
With that said, and seeing that his chance for water was possible, Littlefoot began running away to the river. "Oh, boy! Water," he exclaimed as he ran, past some blowing leaves.
Unfortunately, upon arriving at the river, facts immediately did not go well for Littlefoot at all. Standing near the water's edge, they found themselves face-to-face with someone who was not happy with their presence and to the herd's intense dismay, this person was none other than Mr. Threehorn. Standing before the stern Triceratops, while the herd stood their ground, facing their grumpy colleague. "It's not your time to drink, longnecks," snarled Threehorn.
"What do you mean, 'not our time'," asked Grandpa.
"We agree that all herds should take turns drinking at the water park," said Threehorn as he approached the group.
"Yes," said Grandpa, "we all agree, but I don't think that includes children. It really isn't fair to them."
"There is no justice if it comes to survival," replied Threehorn.
Turning behind him, Threehorn noticed that another local was approaching the water. This was an Ankylosaurus and he approached the edge for a drink, but as soon as he took in two sips of water, Threehorn approached and chased him away, while he began explaining his methods of dealing with this water shortage.
Threehorn: If life is dumb,
You have to be dumber, if you want to stay alive
If the trail gets rough,
You have to get rougher to help your family survive
As Threehorn explained everything in song, a trio of Saurolophus appeared and listened to everything.
Threehorn: You can't run around in circles
Wondering what to do
Someone has to be the voice of reason
Is it you, or you, or YOU!!
Threehorn's lyric was directed towards the trio, along with Grandma and Grandpa Longneck, the latter of whom frowned at their friend in shock. The herd, not liking where this was going, frowned at him with furious looks, as a Stegosaurus and Iguanodon appeared on the scene, joining the activity.
Threehorn: If plans around us
Are going bad, we all better be strong
We could lose everything we've had
If this goes ahead too long
Don't stand around here speaking
I say that's not enough
No tears, no sighs, don't close your eyes
The Stegosaurus, trying not to pay many attention by shutting his eyes, was the subject of Threehorn's stern words. He looked upon the stubborn grownup as he carried ahead with his song.
Threehorn: We have to stand hard!
I used to hear my father say
Stand and fight, don't run off
He made me what I am today,
I'm here...
And I'm hard
Two of the Saurolophus, seeing some sense in the Triceratops' words, nodded their heads in agreement, before one member, along with the Iguanodon, shook his head in disgust and joined Grandma and Grandpa in standing against Threehorn's stubbornness.
Threehorn: If times are hard,
You better be harder; you don't know what's in store
You think you're smart,
You have to be smarter than you ever were before
Threehorn faced the longnecks again. He saw in their expressions that they were not agreeing with his beliefs. The Saurolophus and Iguanodon shared in their sentiment, as did Grandma and Grandpa, but Threehorn was undeterred.
Threehorn: You say I'm mean,
You say why bother,
But I have a daughter,
And I'm her father,
I'm gonna make sure
We all have water enough
That's why I'm hard!
The convinced Saurolophus behind Threehorn nodded in agreement.
Threehorn: I'm standing hard!
The Iguanodon, however, shook his head before Threehorn suddenly faced him.
Threehorn: WE HAVE TO STAND HARD!
Don't you get it?
HARD!!
Towering over them, he frowned at them with a very stern look. As for the Saurolophus and Iguanodon, they started walking away, back into the forest, having seen enough of his pompous words as well. Thinking that his message came across at last, Threehorn smirked, but Tosh looked at him with disbelief, before suddenly turning very frustrated, for in Threehorn's musical explanation, he suddenly had reminders of someone from his past. Feeling disappointed himself, Littlefoot looked at the water below his feet, really letting a drink, but unable to do anything with Threehorn's hard words. He sighed with disappointment as he watched the water ripple.
But as he watched the water, unsure at what to do so, Littlefoot suddenly heard a voice coming from nearby. "Littlefoot!"
"What," asked Littlefoot as he turned to where she was being addressed.
Looking past a big tree, he saw Cera. "In here," she said, while trying to stay out of her father's sight, "rapidly."
Fortunately for Littlefoot, Threehorn was too busy arguing with Grandma and Grandpa to notice. With that said, they swiftly rushed to Cera as the verbal fight continued. "You misjudge us, Threehorn," complained Grandpa.
"I'm just doing what needs to be done," said Threehorn.
"But this is going too far," argued a frustrated Grandma.
Making it to Cera, but tripping over the tree root she was hiding behind, Littlefoot lost his footing and tripped alongside her. Getting to his feet, he moaned over the confusion, before Cera let out her frustration. "What are we going to do with the adults, Littlefoot? They're acting like babies."
"I know," said Littlefoot.
"And it's all the Thundering Falls' fault as well," complained Cera, "if we had more water, it wouldn't be happy."
Suddenly, an idea sprang into Littlefoot's mind. "That's it, Cera," he said emotionally.
"What's this?"
"Water," said Littlefoot, "if we find it, the adults will stop being furious."
"Perhaps," replied Cera, seeing the potential, before turning concerned, "except for my father. He's always frustrated."
Turning to Littlefoot, concerned at what he'd think of her comment against her father, Cera looked at him with a hesitant look, before Littlefoot said, "yes...he's kind of grumpy. But I'm sure it's only because he's very concerned about the water."
"You're right," said Cera, "let's go get Petrie, Ducky and Spike, and find some water."
With Littlefoot and Cera, they were ready to begin their task of finding more water. Grandma, Grandpa and Threehorn, too focused on each other, were oblivious to their departure. "How about a deal," asked Grandpa.
"No! We must be firm," said Threehorn.
"Can't we agree on anything," exclaimed Grandma frustratedly.
Later that night, under the silent noise of evening creatures doing their business, Littlefoot and Cera gathered together underneath the undergrowth of some logs and tree roots. Petrie and Ducky are alongside them as they were ready for their mission. "Are we all here," asked Littlefoot.
"Yes, yes, yes," said Ducky, "we're all in here."
Suddenly, Ducky realized that he was missing one of her friends. "Oh, dear, we're not," said Ducky, "where's Spike?"
"Well, don't ask me, he's not my brother," said Cera, thinking Ducky was speaking to her.
Looking towards some of the corners of the area, Ducky called out for her brother. "Oh, Spike," she said, "where are you, little brother?"
Everyone else looked around, trying to find their beloved spiketail, before everyone heard a sound nearby. It got louder and louder as Petrie, suddenly overcome with shock, exclaimed, "what's that? It sounds like a monster!"
"Don't worry, Petrie," said Ducky, recognizing the sound, and following it, "that's not a monster. That's Spike."
"Spike," asked Petrie.
"That's a sleeping sound," said Ducky as she approached a corner of the undergrowth, "c'mon, I'll show you."
And sure enough, secluded in that corner, Spike was sleeping and snoring. "You see," chuckled Ducky, amused with her brother's antics.
Littlefoot, also amused by Spike, replied, "you're right, Ducky."
Pushing Spike's foot, trying to awaken him, Ducky strained in her efforts to awaken the sleepy Stegosaur. "Get up, foolish," she said, "it's not time to sleep. It's time to get up."
Petrie, joining in Ducky's attempt at awakening Spike, flew onto Spike's snout and opened one of his eyelids. "You wake up now, right, Spike?"
Spike suddenly opened up his mouth, incidentally sending Petrie to the ground, before letting out a big yawn and stretching his legs. Opening his eyes, he looked at everyone around him, before Petrie saw that it seemed that Spike was at last awake. "Spike's up!"
Unfortunately, Spike swiftly tucked his legs in, locking Petrie in a hug of sorts, before closing his eyes again. "Spike's down," squirmed Petrie, stuck in Spike's embrace.
"Spike, no," said Ducky as she tried to pull Petrie out of the grasp.
After a brief fight, Petrie was freed from the grasp, but was sent flying through the air. Landing on Littlefoot's face, he opened up his eyes before feeling really dizzy. "Are you alright, Petrie," asked Littlefoot.
"Uh-huh," said Petrie dizzily, "Spike's certainly a heavy sleeper."
Petrie fell away from Littlefoot's face, but swiftly resumed his flight and flew back to Spike. "We have to awaken him, because we're going to need all of us to find more water," said Littlefoot.
"Water? Yes! I help find water," said Petrie emotionally.
Spike, hearing his friends mention water, opened up his eyes again and started licking Petrie. "Spike, stop! I don't find water yet," he said, before shaking the saliva off his wings.
Spike moaned, before Littlefoot said, "don't worry, Spike. We'll find it. I just know that we will."
"It's better," added Cera, yet exasperated by the arguing of their parents, "because if our parents stay frustrated any longer, I will shriek."
Ducky chuckled at Cera's words. "Oh, I'm going to shriek as well."
"Petrie's a good shrieker," added Petrie, before imitating the sound of shrieking, "AAH! AAHH!! AAHHHH!!!!"
Petrie's fake shrieking made everyone chuckle. "How about you, Spike," asked an amused Littlefoot.
Spike, now up on his feet, nodded in agreement with Littlefoot, before he and the rest of the dinosaurs ran away, fake shrieking and laughing with each other. Together, the friends ran away with joy, almost as if their stresses over the current circumstances were at ease for the time being.
Eventually, facts calmed down with everyone as they started walking around the area, beginning their search for water. "How do we find water, Littlefoot," asked Petrie.
"We smell it, you fool," said Littlefoot.
"Oh, yes! Smell that with our noses," chuckled Ducky, "I know how to do that."
Spike, in his efforts to smell out water, ended up smelling to hard, presenting Petrie to his snout. Seeing that he ended up sniffing Petrie onto his face, Spike watched as Petrie looked him in the eye. "Don't smell so hard, right, Spike," suggested Petrie.
Spike nodded yes. While Littlefoot, Petrie and Spike continued smelling the air, Ducky, who was riding on Cera, chuckled over their recent amusing antics. "This is serious, Ducky," said a firm Cera.
"Oh, yes, Cera. I know, I know," replied Ducky as the group carried ahead throughout the night, knowing that this mission wouldn't be easy, but also feeling determined to get it done.
Another day, and under the hot sun, the Great Valley became an entire lot dryer. With the water yet having not made a comeback, facts were getting much worse for the valley and its residents. By now, over half of the valley's plant life had gotten dry, and water sources were even more scarce. As for the locals, the pressure was more serious. Amidst the blowing of some dried-up tree stars, one valley resident, an old Stegosaurus, searched the area for some fast food, only to see that most of the plants around him were dry and not very edible. Deciding to take a drink, he slowly made his road towards the river, where the water had shrunken to a few inches deep. Approaching the water's edge, the silent spiketail leaned down and took a few sips with his tongue, but suddenly, a loud, frustrated growl caught his attention. Turning his head, he saw Mr. Threehorn charging towards him like a frustrated rhino, growling viciously, before stopping just inches off. "IT'S NOT YOUR TURN," he shouts.
Intimidated by the frustrated Triceratops, the Stegosaurus slowly backed off before turning and making his leave. Threehorn continued to growl at the frightened spiketail, trying to drive him away further and further away from the water. "Now go ahead," he snarled.
Moaning in concern, and disappointment over his denied chance to drink, the Stegosaurus slowly walked off. "HUH," scoffed Threehorn stubbornly before stomping his foot in a huff.
Meanwhile, at a different section of the valley, Littlefoot and his friends were tired out from their night-long search for water. By now, they were resting amongst some tall grass and visibly exhausted from their mission, not to mention really thirsty. "My sniffer is very, very sniffed out," said Ducky.
"Well, I'm so thirsty I could drink a lake," added Cera as she lay on the ground, with Petrie on her back.
"Me too," said Littlefoot, "if we could find one."
As he lay on Cera's back, Petrie sniffed the air once again, before noticing something odd. "Funny," he said, "I smell water, but I don't see water."
Everyone sighed with disappointment, not happy with the progress they were making. However, as they rested, a strange but familiar sound went off nearby. This caught everyone's attention. "Hey, did you hear a splash," asked Littlefoot.
"Uh-huh," everyone replied.
Peeking their heads through the grass, everyone's hope became well-founded, for they had found a small pool of fresh water, fully unoccupied. With that said, everyone burst into joy. "WATER," the children cheered as they ran for the pool.
Everyone followed suit and jumped into the water, laughing together and cheering. Standing in the fresh water, they relished its freshness, and began drinking from it. Ducky swam through the water before resting on the surface on her back. Cera took a few mouthfuls of water and relished in its fresh and cool state. "Mmm...mmm, that was so good."
Drinking from the water as well, Ducky shared the same sentiment. "Oh, yes, that's the tastiest water ever," she said, "that's it."
"And we drink whatever we want and nobody yells at us," added Petrie, who was standing on a small rock above the water.
Dipping his head into the water, Petrie took a huge sip of water, drinking as much as he could, before resurfacing and enjoying himself, only to suddenly lose his balance and dive headfirst into the water. Everyone nearby burst into laughter over Petrie's antics, before Petrie resurfaced above the water and looked at his friends with a happy grin. For this group of friends, this moment of fun was just what they needed, and they found themselves having a great time.
However, unbeknownst to them, another group of friends was nearby, and as they looked through the grass, they smirked with menacing grins. "There they are," said Hyp as he, Mutt and Nod looked at them, "and would you see what they found for us?"
Mutt and Nod chuckled, just as pleased with Hyp that there was water. "Yes," said a cocky Nod.
"Hehehe, what is this," added Mutt.
Pulling themselves through the grass, the trio stood before Littlefoot's group as Hyp spoke out. "Welcome, young animals," he said, getting their attention, "say farewell water!"
"What," asked Ducky, "is it going somewhere?"
"No, but it's YOU," asserted Hyp as he and his friends approached the water.
"This is our water now," said Nod, attempting to stand dominant.
"Then give it back," added Mutt.
"He's right," said Petrie, "it's already in my stomach."
"But don't you want to share," asked Ducky.
"We don't share with anyone," said Hyp, before turning to Mutt and Nod, "DO WE?!"
Mutt and Nod, seeing that Hyp was speaking to them, suddenly turned hesitant and nodded their heads no, stubbornly. "Uh, dear...nuh-uh," said Mutt.
"No one," added Nod.
"Then I'll warn you, little fries," shouts Hyp, "if you warn someone else about this water, you'll be very, very...SORRY!!"
But Littlefoot, eventually having seen enough, stomped his foot and shot Hyp a very mad look. "We're warning," he shouts, as Cera joins him in frowning at the bullies, "and you shouldn't try to stop us."
With that said, everyone rushed out of the pond and ran through the grass, with the dinosaurs shrieking in fear of the bullies. "HURRY NOW," exclaimed Littlefoot.
Everyone kept running as fast as they could, but Hyp and his lackeys burst through the grass, determined to catch their victims. "GET THEM," exclaimed Hyp, "WE CAN'T WARN YOU!!"
Suddenly realizing something, Cera stopped her run and attempted to face the trio. "What am I running for? I'm not afraid of these......"
But Cera's attempt to face her attackers was interrupted by Spike, who was desperately trying to get Cera to come with them. "Hey, what's the big idea," she complained.
"No time to fight bullies, Cera," said Petrie, before they managed to get Cera to resume running with them, "we must warn adults about the water."
A team of dogs ran, breath coming down hard on their lungs. Even in the cold, they were all sweating hard. Another team was racing behind them, led by a big dummy. The leader of the first team pushed harder to keep ahead.
The black-and-white malamute looked over, before running faster, causing his teammates to be almost lifted from their feet. "Heel, boy! Whoa," called his musher from the back.
"Steele! We're not gonna make it," a lavender-colored husky shouts. There was a narrow gorge up ahead, and only one team could slip past. Right now, the chances of Steele's team making it were limited.
"Shut up," Steele shouts, kicking him slightly. He turned back to the first team and looked at the second dog's legs. He thought for a moment before coming up with a plan.
He stuck his foot out, causing the poor dog to trip over his feet and made the rest of his team fall. Steele and his team pull ahead, while the man who is in the back shouts frustratedly, "STEELE!!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the passage. Steele just laughed and continued to lead his teammates toward home, hearing the frustrated purple wasp shout his name. "Oops," exclaimed the now terrified bullies, before they swiftly turned around and ran off as fast as they could, "AAHHHH!!!!"
Back with the rest of the group, they kept running through the forest, trying to escape the bullies. "Keep walking," shivered Littlefoot as they ran.
"Are they yet after us," asked Cera hesitantly.
"I don't know," said Petrie, "I'm too afraid to look."
Everyone kept running as fast as they could, coming across a large tree and running across it like a bridge. Spike, who was running behind the group, kept running as well, but suddenly, he slipped and started sliding backwards. Ducky, who was riding on Spike, watched as he slid. "Spike! You're going the wrong road!"
Spike landed on solid ground and Ducky was sent flying upwards. Recovering from his backward slide, Spike looked around, wondering where Ducky went, before seeing her land on his snout. With Ducky safe and sound, Spike ran back to the others, this time running on solid gorund. "Hooray," cheered Ducky, "now you're going the wrong road."
Up ahead, Littlefoot and the others, having run for a long time, eventually stopped at the end of the tree to catch their breath. Spike caught up with them as Cera said to Littlefoot, "why are we even walking like this, Littlefoot? We're tired and this road is difficult."
"Because," shivered Littlefoot, "this is the shortest route back to the adults and it'll be more difficult for the bullies to follow us."
Everyone resumed their run, hoping to find the grownups and ditch the bullies much easier. Walking down another overhead tree, everyone slowed down and changed their run to a really fast walk. As they made their road down the tree, though, the ground underneath Littlefoot suddenly cracked, almost sending him off the branch. Grasping what he could to stop himself, he held on tight as Cera watched in shock. But before Cera could help him back onto the tree, the rest of the group incidentally smashed into her, sending everyone plummeting and shrieking off the tree onto ground level again. Landing with a thud, everyone shook their heads, disoriented from the sudden fall. Silently making their road through, everyone saw a light at the end of the cave, before approaching it and gasping in awe. At the end of the cave was a cliff overlooking a barren wasteland with many mountain ranges and jagged rocks. "It's the mysterious afterlife," said Ducky.
"And it has water," added Petrie, upon noticing something else about this view, "entire bunches."
Surrounded by the jagged mountains was a vast collection of water that stretched for several miles. "The flying stones must've caused slides in the Mysterious Beyond as well," said Littlefoot as the wind started to pick up.
"Yes, and these foolish slides blocked the water," said Cera.
"C'mon," said Littlefoot before everyone turned around, heading back into the cave, "the adults will know what to do so."
Everyone went into the cave as the wind started getting more fierce, and lightning started to flash more rapidly. The shift in weather made everyone uneasy as they got back into the valley. Making their road underneath the canopy of a forest, the group pressed on, getting more hesitant about the growing wind intensity. Petrie, trying to fly through this windy weather, found himself getting blown around the place, before managing to grasp onto Cera's horn. "Bad weather for flying," he said.
But just as it seemed facts weren't going to get worse for the friends, a bolt of lightning zapped through the air, this time scoring a direct hit on a nearby tree and setting it on fire. "AAHHHH," everyone shrieked.
"CAREFUL," exclaimed Littlefoot as the fiery tree started falling to the ground.
The tree smashed onto the ground, alarming everyone, before seeing the fire on the tree starting to spread. "BACK THIS FASHION," cried Littlefoot to the others, "I KNOW ANOTHER ROAD!!"
Not wasting another second, everyone turned and fled as fast as they could. Everyone shrieked as they ran for their lives, but the fire started to spread faster and faster, with the dry vegetation behind them going up in flames. Littlefoot, leading the charge, guided everyone down his designated pathway. Because the fire kept creeping up on them, gaining more and more intense as it traveled across the valley floor like lava, burning and destroying everything in its path. Making it out of the forest, everyone continued running from the growing flames. The valley floor was now being subject to a horrible firestorm, and it grew bigger and wider with each passing second. The panicked friends fled through the growing smoke, desperate to escape and get help. "AAHHHH!!!!"
Back with the grownups, facts were yet not going well, as by this time, a lot more dinosaurs had shown up for a drink. However, with Mr. Threehorn yet supervising the water's status, and refusing to take it to his philosophy of each herd taking turns at the water, tensions were at an all-time high. In addition, the water had shrunken ever lower than before, with only a few inches of water left in the river. By now, a Saurolophus was drinking from the water, but after a few sips, Threehorn said with a stern voice, "that's enough! You've had your share for your meal."
Grandma and Grandpa Longneck, standing nearby, and yet not happy with Threehorn's attitude, voiced their frustrations. "The threehorn is getting way too bossy," complained Grandpa.
"I agree," replied Grandma in agreement.
Suddenly, before anyone else could drink from the water, or voice their displeasure to Threehorn, Littlefoot and his friends appeared and rushed to the grownups. "Grandpa! Grandma," cried Littlefoot, getting their attention.
"Dad," exclaimed Cera.
"Fire," exclaimed Littlefoot, "there's fire in the valley!"
"Are you sure, Littlefoot," asked Grandpa.
"Yes, Grandpa," replied Littlefoot, "it's near Two Boulder Pass!"
Hearing this news, Grandpa, along with Grandma, stretched out his neck as high as he could. Looking out over the horizon, they saw the smoke from the nearby fire. "Yes," he said, "we can see the fire marks from here."
The other grownups nearby suddenly started to panic. "Two Boulder Pass," asked a shocked Stegosaurus.
"It's close to here," said a Hypsilophodon.
"We have to escape," exclaimed a concerned Ankylosaurus.
"Calm down," Grandpa announced to the herds, "we will take you to safety."
"No! I will," argued Threehorn, shocking everyone around him, "they better follow me."
Horrified, Littlefoot and Cera looked at each other, unsure at what to think. Shocked to hear these words, but growing with frustration, the herd frowned at the Triceratops, but Threehorn, ignoring their growing frustration, turned around and began sprinting towards his intended destination, only stopping to turn to the other grownups and urging them to follow him. "THIS WAY," he exclaimed, "come!"
"But you're going downwind, where the fire will surely spread," said Grandpa, "we have to go upwind of the fire."
"Do as you like, Longneck, but Cera and I are going this fashion," said Threehorn, "c'mon, Cera."
"But Dad," Cera attempted to argue.
"The others can do what they want, but you are my daughter, and you will do as I say," said Threehorn firmly, not having any of Cera's arguments.
With that said, Threehorn started going down his pathway, leaving everyone behind him at a full loss for words. Cera was the one most conflicted over this idea. "I...I..." she tried to say, only to sigh and reluctantly follow Threehorn, "I'm going with my father."
The rest of the children watched in full despair as Cera reluctantly caught up with Threehorn, feeling fearless. "I don't feel good about this," said Ducky, "oh, dear, I don't know."
"Grandma! Grandpa! Can't you stop them," asked Littlefoot, who was also worried about Cera.
Taking immediate action, Charlie turned to his wife and said, "I have to follow them."
"Yes," replied Grandma, "Littlefoot, you come with me. We'll take the others to safety."
"But how about everyone else in the valley, Grandma," asked Littlefoot as they watched Grandpa head out, "what will become of them?"
"They'll use the closest escape routes to them, now go," said Grandma firmly, knowing they had to leave at once, before turning to everyone else, "everyone, follow me! Safety first!"
Scales went one direction to find the pack, while Chomper went a separate direction alone. He found Scar-Eye standing on one of Fang Rock's edges. As Chomper crept down and approached his uncle, everyone chattered hesitantly as they began evacuating from the valley.
Meanwhile, back with Threehorn and Cera, they were yet going down the former's pathway, but they found themselves rushing in a hurry, only stopping for a moment to catch their breath. Unfortunately for them, a large section of the fire was just mere yards away and approaching them, proving to Threehorn that Grandpa was right about the fire spreading in his direction. "AAHHHH," shrieked Cera before the two made a dash.
Swiftly making their road to safety, the two moved as fast as they could as the fire kept creeping up on them from behind. They kept moving until stopping at a cliff in front of them. Shocked that they were blocked from an easy escape route, Threehorn stood, unsure at what to do, before a small fern behind Cera caught on fire. Spooked, Cera ran towards the cliff and made a jump across. "AAHHHH!!!!"
Cera flew through the air, but as it seemed that she was going to catch hold of the other side, the cliff broke off and sent her plummeting to the ground. "AAHHHH," she shrieked before she was buried in a small rockslide, "AAHH!!"
"CERA," exclaimed a terrified Threehorn.
Not wasting another second, Threehorn jumped down from the cliff and rushed to his daughter's side. Thankfully, Cera wasn't hurt, and she managed to get her head above the rocks as Threehorn helped her get out. Together, the father and daughter resumed their run to safety, but the fire started to spread faster and faster, with a few branches falling behind the two, and further trapping them in a life and death fight.
Back with the group of mice, they found themselves stuck in a dangerous predicament themselves. They were faced with a huge amount of black smoke from the fire, and this was causing the grownups to cough. Grandma, barely able to see through the smoke, coughed herself before freezing in her tracks. "Grandma, what's wrong," asked Littlefoot frantically.
"The smoke is too thick," said Grandma, barely able to keep her eyes open, "you'll have to drive."
"But I..." said Littlefoot hesitantly, unsure if he could, before turning to the grownups behind him.
Here, he could see everyone huddled together, trapped underneath the thick smoke, very afraid, and desperate for safety. Concerned himself, but realizing that these people needed a leader, Littlefoot accepted his new role. "Follow me, everyone," he said.
The sauropod rushed ahead of the group, and Grandma started following him, but as soon as he got started, the grownups suddenly lost sight of him through the smoke. Ducking downwards to avoid the smoke, Littlefoot tried creeping his road forward, but he could hear the coughing and cries of the grownups behind him.
"WHERE IS HE?!"
"I DON'T SEE!!"
Hearing their desperate and hopeless cries, Littlefoot frantically pondered on how to help them, as Ducky approached him. "Littlefoot, the adults cannot see well. They cannot."
Suddenly, an idea sprang into Littlefoot's mind. "But they can hear," he said, before speaking louder, "FOLLOW MY VOICE! STAY CLOSE TO THE ONE IN FRONT OF YOU!! KEEP YOUR HEADS DOWN!!! IT'S NOT MUCH MORE!!!!"
Thankfully, this method proved efficient, for the grownups, though yet blinded by the smoke, were able to hear Littlefoot's voice and move forwards his direction.
As for Threehorn and Cera, they also weren't doing so well with their fire situation either. Behind them, the fire had grown much more massive as it engulfed several large trees. Barely managing to dodge the burning logs that were catching flames, the two kept running as fast as they could, only to encounter several more bodies of fire that were either forming because of the dry vegetation, or from the falling of tree branches. Spooked, but barely managing to get away from the flames, the two rushed towards a clearing, but as they ran, Cera started getting increasingly desperate, as was Threehorn. "Are you sure this is it, Dad," asked Cera.
"Of course, I'm sure," replied Threehorn, trying to keep calm.
Unfortunately, they found themselves face-to-face with another massive wall of fire. "AAHHHH," shrieked Cera, before Threehorn turned around to run the other road, "DAD!!"
"THIS WAY, CERA," exclaimed Threehorn.
Cera rushed to her father, but their path was suddenly cut off by another wall of fire forming in front of them. "AAHHHH," shrieked Cera.
"NO," exclaimed Threehorn, terrified that another one of his pathways was cut off.
Almost out of options, Threehorn and Cera turned for the nearest clear pathway they could find, now desperate to escape by any means. Mournfully, as soon as they approached the clearing, a nearby tree caught fire and tumbled down towards them. Smashing onto the ground, it cut them off from this pathway, leaving them trapped in a deadly inferno. "AAHHHH," shrieked Cera before turning to her father, who was now very hesitant and unsure at what to do now, "WE'RE TRAPPED!!"
"THREEHORNS," a nearby voice cried out in grief, "OVER HERE!!"
Using his feet, Grandpa knocked down a tree, creating a bridge for the two Triceratops to run across. Not wasting another second, the two ran across it as fast as they could. "HURRY UP, CERA," exclaimed Threehorn.
Together, they ran as fast as they could, trying their best to hang in there as they ran through the smoke. Dodging the many trees, boulders and other obstacles, they pressed on with all their might before they eventually reached a hillside at the edge of the valley. Leaving the hellish inferno behind them, they ran up the hill, until eventually, at the top of the hill, they stopped to catch their breath. Horrified by what she just witnessed, but relieved to at last be out of the danger, Cera shivered for breath. "Are you alright, Cera," asked a concerned Threehorn.
"Yes, Dad," replied Cera hesitantly.
"C'mon," said Grandpa, knowing they had to keep moving.
Everyone resumed their rush up the hill, leaving the firestorm behind.
Meanwhile, near the edge of the valley, standing above the burning landscape, Littlefoot and his group watched from their cliff as the fire continued to ravage the land below. The burned carnage left by the fiery chaos was horrible for everyone to see. What was once a lush paradise had transformed into a burned, roasted and toasted wasteland, with barely any water left and over three quarters of the vegetation gone. Horrified that this happened to such a beautiful place, everyone watched in silence as the fire continued to console the remaining sections of the valley. Littlefoot was the most upset out of everyone watching, for he couldn't bear to see the valley burn, but as he watched the fire, he suddenly heard the sound of large footsteps approaching them. Turning hopeful, Littlefoot turned around and became enthusiastically relieved. "GRANDPA!!"
Everyone else looked and saw Grandpa coming their road, along with Cera and Threehorn. As everyone cheered with glee, Grandma approached her husband. "Oh, you did it," she lamented, "I was so concerned."
"I'm fine, darling, really," said Grandpa, soothing his wife's emotions as he nuzzled with her, "how are everyone else?"
"Our group got here safe and sound," said Grandma as they looked at their group, everyone accounted for and alive, "thanks to Littlefoot."
"Oh, yes," said Ducky as she embraced with Cera, "thanks to Littlefoot."
Littlefoot nods his head, unsure at what to say, but happy to have helped. "We are all very lucky," said Grandma.
"Lucky?! How can you say that we are lucky if our valley burns," asked a shocked Threehorn as he looked out upon the destroyed paradise, before turning very mournful, "we are without water, and now we're homeless. Everyone's lost," he despaired as he lowered his head.
"All is not lost, my friend," reassured Grandma, "you yet have Cera, and you're yet here, able to take care of her."
Turning to the elderly sauropod, before seeing Cera run to his side, reaffirming Grandma's words, Threehorn started feeling better. "Oh, you're right," said Threehorn, before turning to Grandpa, "thank you, Longneck."
Grandpa nodded his head, happy to have helped, while Littlefoot, after staring at the Triceratops for a few seconds, took a deep breath and nodded his head as well, before giving him a grin, relieved that he survived to. "But the unicorn speaks the truth," said a Stegosaurus.
"We're doomed," added Ms. Swimmer.
"We'll never be able to return to the Great Valley," said an Ankylosaurus.
"Never return to the Great Valley," asked a saddened Ducky, "oh, dear."
Suddenly, Littlefoot's hopes grew for he remembered the perfect solution to saving the valley. "The water! We forgot to warn them about the water," he exclaimed, before turning to his grandparents, "Grandma, Grandpa, we found the water."
The grownups became shocked as Grandma and Grandpa, surprised as well, turned to their grandson. "The water," asked Grandpa.
"Where, Littlefoot," asked Grandma.
"It's locked," replied Littlefoot.
"Behind the Thundering Falls," added Petrie.
"The flying rocks did that," said Cera as she met up with her friends.
"They did," added Ducky.
"Which means," said Grandma, putting all together, "the water is trapped in the Mysterious Beyond."
The rest of the grownups became shocked, but also hesitant, for if the water was trapped in the Mysterious Beyond, they'd be faced with the dangerous consequences of going there. "The Mysterious Beyond," asked a Hypsilophodon.
"We can't go there," said a Stegosaurus, "it's dangerous."
"Sure, it's dangerous, but nowhere is safe. We have to go and clear the water," said Threehorn as he stood before the grownups, willing to take immediate action.
"But such a large water collection site will present the other creatures besides us," said Grandpa, who knew the dangers at what lies ahead, "in the Mysterious Beyond, there will be Sharpteeth."
Everyone grew even more hesitant, for Sharpteeth were also of big worry. Remembering these predators, Spike hid his head into the ground in fright, inadvertently sending Ducky to the ground. "I don't like Sharpteeth. Oh, dear," said Ducky, "their teeth are too sharp."
"Yet, we have to do something," said Grandma, "we need to come up with a plan to free the water."
"I have a plan," said Threehorn.
"I hope it's better than your fire escape plan," commented Mr. Clubtail sarcastically as he frowned at the Triceratops.
Enraged at being reminded of his failed attempt at escaping the fire himself, Threehorn got frustrated and snarled at Clubtail. "Please," said a frustrated Grandma, "this is no time to waste."
Ignoring Grandma's words, Threehorn got up in Clubtail's face. "At least I had a plan."
Clubtail growled back at Threehorn, infuriated by his counter-insult, but before they could fight, Grandma swiftly got in between them. "Stop! You're acting like children," she scolded.
"Ha! We don't act like that," commented Petrie.
Unfortunately, this wasn't enough to stop the argument from escalating into a complete-on verbal confrontation amongst the grownups. Facing each other, the dinosaurs began arguing over whose idea should be taken into consideration. "I have a plan as well."
"MINE'S BETTER!!"
"No, listen to mine!"
As the grownups argued, Littlefoot's gang weren't the only ones not caught up in the arguing. Situated on a small cliff leading to further up the mountain, Hyp, Mutt and Nod, having also escaped the fire, and heard at where the water was being held, listened to the grownups, before Hyp spoke up. "I'd certainly like to get that water first, before the rest of these mannequins go drool in it," said Hyp.
But Nod and Mutt, this time around, didn't agree with him right away. Gulping in fear, Nod said, "but, you heard the adults, Hyp. How about Sharpteeth?"
"How about them," asked Hyp stubbornly.
Shocked to see Hyp continue to express his stubborn pride, even while speaking about the predators in the Mysterious Beyond, Nod didn't know how to respond. "Well...you warn them, Mutt," said Nod to Mutt.
"Uh...well...uh...well, uh...they're bad...uh, yes, and scary as well," said Mutt, also very hesitant, "c'mon, you're as frightened of them as we are."
His pride dented, Hyp caught Mutt by the neck and threatened him. "Me? You're not scared of anything."
"I bet you are," challenged Nod.
"I BET NOT DO DO THAT," snapped Hyp as head-butted Nod.
"You were afraid of these great flying rocks," argued Nod, reminding Hyp of the flying rocks.
"I wasn't," said Hyp, "I only ran because you guys did so. I-I didn't want you to feel foolish."
Mutt and Nod, suddenly feeling very serious, looked at Hyp with frustrated expressions. Nod, his own pride dented, and not buying any of Hyp's words, snapped, "well, then TRY it."
"Alright, I'll do it," replied Hyp, accepting this challenge, and walking further up the mountainside, "I'm taking some tasty water, newborns can stay here."
Suddenly, not liking where this was going, and feeling worried for Hyp's welfare, Nod and Mutt looked at each other. "Well...I'm not a child," he said.
"Yes...neither do I," added Mutt.
"Uh, uh, Hyp, PLEASE WAIT," cried Nod as he started going after Hyp.
"Uh, yes, for us," added Mutt as he followed suit.
Down below, the grownups kept arguing amongst each other, with their verbal fighting getting more serious. "We have to act now," argued Threehorn.
"We don't have to act rashly," retorted Grandpa.
"They are so foolish," added Cera, "haven't they heard what the adults were saying about sharp teeth?"
"I guess not," said Littlefoot, not liking this either.
"Well, if they get eaten, it'll serve them well," said Cera as she watched them head out.
"Cera, that's not nice," said Ducky, appalled by Cera's words.
"I don't care," complained Cera, "they deserve it."
Littlefoot, however, wasn't onboard with Cera's idea at leaving the bullies to their fate. "I-I don't know, guys," said Littlefoot, "perhaps we should do something."
"Like what," asked Cera.
"How to warn their parents where they went," asked Littlefoot as they walked closer to the grownups.
"All of our parents are too busy arguing," said Cera.
And sure enough, as they walked on past, they could hear everyone arguing with each other.
"Your plan is too dangerous!"
"Yours is no better!"
"Hey, listen to mine."
"Yours? Don't be silly!"
Moaning again over the grownup's lack of appropriate action, Littlefoot shook his head, very disappointed in all of them. "Then perhaps we should go stop them," he said.
"Stop them," asked a shocked Cera.
"Us," asked Petrie.
"They hate us," said Ducky, "they won't listen."
"I know they're older," replied Littlefoot.
"But certainly not smarter," said Cera stubbornly.
But before Ducky could reach out to Cera, Littlefoot spoke out. "Yet, we have to try."
"But...why," asked Petrie.
Littlefoot: They have feelings just like we do
They have problems as well
We think because they're big, they don't,
But they do so
They're louder and they're stronger,
And they make a bigger fuss,
But way down deep inside, I think...
They're children like us
Littlefoot's calm music number made everyone look at him with surprised looks as he started making his road up the mountain. The rest of the group slowly started following him as he continued his song.
Littlefoot: They have parents just like ours
Who warn them what to do,
They have feet and tails and horns
And scales and noses as well,
And as the Earth is shaking,
They run and hide because......
Even if they think they're hard,
They're yet children like us
Climbing further up the mountain, the group got closer to the top, but while Littlefoot's message seemed to start making sense for his friends, some of them were yet very skeptical. "It's just too dangerous, Littlefoot," said Cera.
"Yes, that is," added Ducky.
"And they're too bad," said Cera.
"Very, very bad," added Petrie.
But Littlefoot, yet determined to help the trio out, took a turn to reach out to the others.
Littlefoot: Perhaps if you're bigger
You think you should pretend
You're not afraid of scary facts
That you don't need a friend,
But they're just children in danger,
They need someone to trust......
By now, they reached the top of the mountain while Ducky and Petrie got on Littlefoot's head, seeing some sense in Littlefoot's words.
Littlefoot: If we can bring them home,
Show them they're not alone,
That they're just children....
Littlefoot and the children: Children like uuuuus!
Finishing the song, Littlefoot turned to his friends one last time. "I just have to try and stop them. You guys do what you want," he said before running away.
Cera and the others, watching their friend run away, looked at each other, pondering what to do next. Fortunately, the thinking didn't last long before Cera, eventually agreeing with Littlefoot's words, started running after Littlefoot with newfound determination. "The last one after Littlefoot is a fraidy cat," she taunted playfully.
"I'm no fraidy cat," said Petrie as he joined his friends.
"Wait for us," added Ducky as she and Spike ran as well, "we're not fraidy cats either."
Together, the tractor drove down the pathway towards their friends, ready to join them in helping Hyp, Mutt and Nod, and save them from any potential dangers. The path ahead of them was going to be rough and dangerous, but if it meant helping the trio, and reaching out to them, then it was a risk they were more than willing going to take head-on. The group pressed ahead into the Mysterious Beyond, ready to bring an end to this conflict once and for all.
The Mysterious Beyond; a dark, forbidden landscape, filled with many dangers, and natural traps. One of the most dangerous places to ever explore in this world, this area was not one to be taken lightly. Filled with many dinosaur skeletons, both from herbivores and carnivores, all of which coming from dinosaurs who perished one fashion or another, this was not a pleasant place to explore, but for one trio of adolescent dinosaurs, the spooky landscape was not of major worry, especially for the one leading them through this wasteland. Making their road through the Mysterious Beyond, trying to find the water, Hyp, Mutt and Nod explored their road through the place, going past some discarded bones. "A-Are you sure this is the right path to the water, Hyp," asked Nod.
"Sure, I'm sure," replied Hyp as they began walking down a long bridge, made up entirely of a skeleton's tail, over a filthy swamp of oozing mud, "I'm just taking you this special road where we don't encounter some foolish Sharpteeth."
Walking down the bridge, the trio pressed on, although for Nod and Mutt, especially the latter, the feeling of hesitation started growing more and more. Carefully making their road across the bridge, Mutt tried to keep himself together, only to suddenly trip on a bone and almost plummet into the oozing mud. Managing to catch hold of two rib bones to stop himself, Mutt had a clear view of the bubbling mud underneath him. Terrified, and unwilling to fall in, Mutt regained his footing and rushed after his friends. "Wait for me!"
Back with Hyp and Nod, they were jumping over some rocks, trying to move deeper into the Mysterious Beyond in search of the water. Seemingly oblivious to Mutt's growing fright, the two kept jumping. "C'mon, guys, please wait," cried Mutt as he tried catching up to them, only to almost lose his balance on a rock edge and almost fall off, "aah! AAHH!! AAHHHH!!!!"
Fortunately, Mutt was able to regain his balance and run after Hyp and Nod again. "Stop complaining, Mutt," complained Hyp, "this is easy."
Jumping over a small crevice, Hyp made it to the other side, only to almost lose his balance as well and attempt to keep his footing. After a brief moment of attempting to regain his footing, Hyp looked out over what was underneath him. Here, he could see more of the Mysterious Beyond, stretching for miles, before seeing something that certainly caught his attention; a small pool at what looked like water. "Well, what do you know; a small watering hole, just for me," he said, before turning to Mutt and Nod, the former eventually catching up and incidentally bumping into Nod, "you can have a little.....if I'm LEAVING SOMETHING!!"
Ignoring his two lackeys, Hyp got down to ground level and ran towards the hole. "WAHOO!! WATER," he cheered before jumping in, creating a big splash.
Resurfacing from the hole, Hyp, now chest level deep, brought out some handfuls of water and gulped them down. However, as he drank, he suddenly noticed something wrong about this hole; the liquid inside it was rather thick and it didn't taste like water at all. But then, he realized something else was wrong, and this made him begin to panic; he was slowly sinking into it. Nod and Mutt approached the hole as Hyp realized he was now in big danger, for this wasn't water all. Instead, it was tar. "I'M DELAYING! I'M DELAYING," he exclaimed before turning to his shocked friends, "DON'T JUST STAND THERE, YOU BEASTS!! THEY'RE PART OF THE BURGER KING CHILDREN'S CLUB OF GARMENTS AND GOODS!!!"
"Oh, yes," replied Mutt, who was confused.
"Uh, right," said Nod, before turning to Mutt, "what have we done?"
"I don't know what you think we should do," asked Mutt.
"SOMEONE DO SOMETHING," cried Hyp as he fought, "HEEELLLPPP!!! HEEEELP!!!!"
Not far away, Littlefoot and his friends were climbing down a rocky pathway, but suddenly, they heard Hyp's cry for help. "That's him," exclaimed Littlefoot before he and the others rushed down to help.
"GET ME OUT," cried Hyp as he frantically fought, "GET ME OUT OF HERE!!"
"You're pulling him out," said Nod to Mutt.
"But what if I get stuck," asked Mutt.
"Then I'll pull you out," said Nod.
"But what if you get stuck," asked Mutt again.
"He's stuck in the tar pit," said Littlefoot as he arrived, interrupting Nod and Mutt's dysfunctional thinking, "stop moving, Hyp, it's just making you sink faster!"
Hearing Littlefoot's advice and willing to get out immediately, Hyp instantly froze like a statue, holding his arms above the tar pit and trying to keep silent. "We have to pull him out," said Littlefoot before turning to his teammates, "everyone, stand in line."
As Littlefoot's group scrambled to do just that, Hyp attempted to keep silent, before noticing a small bee landing on his snout. Irritated, but yet trying to keep calm, Hyp tried blowing it off, only for it to stay on. Fortunately for Hyp, Petrie flew towards him and grasped onto his nostrils. "Alright, if I say pull," said Petrie before catching hold of Ducky, who was holding onto Cera's nose horn with her tail, "FIRE!!"
With that said, everyone, now lined up and holding onto each other, attempted and strained to pull Hyp out of the tar. With Hyp's heavy bulk, and the tar yet sticking onto him, this was proving to be a difficult task. Pulling with all their might, they managed to move Hyp slightly closer out of the tar, while Mutt and Nod looked on. "HEY," complained Hyp to Petrie, who began to sink again, "YOU'RE WRITING ME!!"
"Spike," said Petrie, only to incidentally lose his grip, sending Hyp under the tar, with only the tip of his snout sticking out, "DAAHHHH!!!!"
Swiftly diving into the tar after Hyp, everyone gasped in concern. "Petrie," cried Ducky, before Cera positioned her closer to the tar, allowing her to catch Petrie's hands again, "SHOOT!!"
Everyone started pulling again and this time, they pulled much harder, determined to save Hyp's life. Petrie, now holding onto Hyp's jaw, was pulled above the tar, along with Hyp himself. Everyone gave one last tug, until eventually, Hyp was fully pulled out. Relieved to be out of the tar, Hyp started to calm down while brushing the tar off his body. "Are you...are you alright, Hyp? Are you," asked Nod as he and Mutt approached their friend.
But Hyp, once again regaining his rough composure and splashing some of the tar on Nod's face and replied, "of course I'm alright. I was never alright!"
"He's a big, fat fiber," complained Petrie as he frowned at the ungrateful Hyp while cleaning himself.
"Yes," added Cera as Ducky cleaned herself, "we helped you and you know it."
Hyp stood silent for a brief second, as if he was at last listening to them, only to turn aggressive again. "I need no help! Not now, not ever," he argued before walking off.
"But everyone needs help sometimes," said Ducky while Mutt and Nod looked at Hyp with worried looks, as if they were starting to feel perturbed by his constant stubbornness, "they do so."
"Why, you..." growled Hyp as he was ready to strike them again, before suddenly stopping and shrieking in fright, "AAHHHH!!!!"
Hyp saw a section of the grownups from the mountainside making their road through the Mysterious Beyond. This group consisted of Grandpa Longneck, Mr. Threehorn, Mr. Clubtail, an adult Muttaburrasaurus and another Hypsilophodon. However, to Hyp, the Hypsilophodon coming his road, sporting a slightly darker color scheme, wasn't just any individual from the valley. It was his father, and he was very mad. Seeing that he and the others were approaching him, Hyp swiftly grew with terror. "Help," he wheezed.
Swiftly running for shelter, he hid himself behind Littlefoot and his friends before cowering on the ground. "There they are," said Threehorn as the grownups stopped a few feet away from the children.
"Littlefoot, this is no time to go celebrating," said Grandpa to his concerned grandson, "didn't you realize you wandered into the Mysterious Beyond?"
"We didn't investigate, Dad," explained Littlefoot, "we tried to stop the bullies. Uh...I mean, Hyp and his friends, or they may have been hurt."
One grownup, however, approached Littlefoot and his friends, eyes locked on the silent cowering Hyp. "HYP!! HERE WE ARE HUNTING FOR YOU IF WE'RE GOING TO FIND A ROAD TO RELEASE THE WATER," Hyp's father scolded him, causing Hyp to hesitantly turn around and face him with a frightened look, "I thought I warned you to stay where it was safe."
Afraid of his father harshly coming down on him and calling him out, Hyp looked at him with concern before briefly shooting him a look of annoyance. The father, catching this look, once again came down on his son. "Don't look at me that fashion. I'm your father and I know what's best for you."
"Shrieking is not a fashion to teach your child what's right, or to show that you care," said Threehorn calmly.
"HOW SHOULD YOU KNOW," shouts the frustrated father, not backing down.
"I KNOW AS WELL," Threehorn shouts back, before swiftly calming down and calmly continuing, "because I have a daughter...and...I shriek at her....too much, especially if I'm concerned for her safety."
"You don't have to concern about me, Dad," said Cera calmly.
"If you always react with frustration, that's all your son will know," said Threehorn to Hyp's father, "and that's all he'll be able to express to others."
Suddenly understanding Threehorn's words, Hyp's father swiftly felt bad for himself, as he was seeing how his approach in disciplining Hyp was going too far. Everyone else gathered around as Hyp saw them congregate around him. "What," he asked, confused.
"I know now that we can't live together that fashion, with such frustration between us," said Threehorn as he looked upon the calmed down group, "our children found water because they worked together, now we must work together as well."
"Eventually...we all agree," said Grandpa, relieved that the arguing was over, all while Threehorn looked at him calmly, releived as well.
As for Hyp, Mutt and Nod, they were taken aback by facts calming down, before Mutt started weeping and shedding tears. "Ah, what's the matter with you," asked an annoyed Hyp.
Whining while a tear ran down his cheek, Mutt turned to Hyp. "Nothing, except I think we have problems," he wept.
"Yes? Well, what else is new," asked Hyp dryly, thinking Mutt was referring to being scolded by the grownups.
Raising his hand, he directed his friends upwards and pointed at someone, but it wasn't any of the grownups. "THAT," he cried.
Suddenly, a loud, frustrated snarl went off as Hyp saw what Mutt was pointing to; a small, but fierce-looking Sharptooth, standing on the edge of a cliff, and sporting a dark orange skin color with black stripes and a yellow underbelly. Now extremely hesitant, Hyp and Nod froze in fear, before Mutt pointed towards another section of the mountain range. "And that," he lamented, barely able to utter his words out.
Another Sharptooth of the same species, sporting the same color scheme, appeared closer to the group, before the trio saw another appearing nearby, and then another, and another, and another; all of whom frowning at the trespassers with vicious snarls, and baring their sharp teeth. Littlefoot and his friends, seeing these Sharpteeth as well, gasped in horror, before seeing more and more of them appear and approach them. The grownups, hearing the snarls and seeing the Sharpteeth appear, gasped in horror themselves. They were now under attack. The leader of this gang of Sharpteeth jumped onto the ground, and growled at the group, ready to strike. Refusing to take harm their children, Grandpa stood his ground. "Children, stay behind me," he ordered before putting himself between them and the raptors.
"And me," added Threehorn, now ready for a fight himself.
"Count us in as well," said Clubtail as he and the Muttaburrasaur stood side-by-side.
Together, the grownups faced their attackers, ready for a fight. The raptors approached the defenders, snarling frustratedly and raising their sickle claws, trying to intimidate them, but to no avail. However, it wasn't the grownups these raptors were after. Instead, all of them had their eyes locked on Littlefoot and his friends. "Littlefoot," Grandpa said to his children, "you and your friends are running to safety."
Suddenly, one raptor, growling while shaking his head, as if he wasn't going to let that happen, dashed forward and jumped for Grandpa's neck. Just before the raptor could chomp down on the neck, Grandpa swiftly dodged the attack, before swiftly swinging his tail and smashing the raptor off, straight towards Threehorn. Crouching down, Threehorn flung himself upwards as the raptor landed on his skull, sending the raptor smashing into a rock wall. Sliding down the wall and landing with a thud, the raptor shook his head and roared in rage before a big rock landed on his head, knocking him out. Knowing what to do, Hyp's father guided the children to safety. "From here, children," he said, "follow me!"
With that said, they made a dash behind Grandpa and Threehorn to escape, just as the fight started to get more vicious. Another raptor jumped through the air, this time going for Grandpa, but Grandpa swiftly bashed him aside with his tail, frowning at his opponents with fierce determination, before letting out a loud, anguished shriek. But the raptors kept closing in, and as Littlefoot turned around, he saw multiple raptors approaching Grandpa. "GRANDPA," he cried as he watched his grandfather fight, fearing he wouldn't come out on top.
"Don't turn back! C'mon," urged Hyp's father as he guided Littlefoot to the others.
The grownups, standing their ground against the approaching raptors, watched as they slowly got closer, ready for another roustabout. "WE CAN'T LET THEM PASS," exclaimed Grandpa.
The raptors roared in fury over the grownups' interference, determined to get past them and chase the children. The grownups, however, stood their ground, refusing to budge. One grownup, however, took a step back in fear of the raptors. It was the Muttaburrasaurus, and seeing the raptors snarl out in intense rage, he cowered in fright of the predators. Seeing an opportunity, the raptors ran towards him, but instead of attacking him just like that, they jumped over him and raced after the fleeing children. Realizing his mistake, the Muttaburrasaurus got himself up and saw Threehorn frowning at him with annoyance, before seeing him turn frantic. "They've gone after the children," he exclaimed before everyone rushed after the raptors to stop them.
Back with the others, they kept fleeing the battlefield as fast as they could. Approaching the rock dam, the group slid down the incline leading to the water's pathway before rushing down the canyon before them. "Stay close," said Hyp's father, "we'll get help."
They kept running as fast as they could, but before they could escape and find help, they heard a loud roar that stopped them all in their tracks. Grinding their run to a halt, everyone gasped in horror before seeing something appear above one of the cliffs nearby. It was the Velociraptor pack, having found their prey and blocking their escape route. Everyone froze in terror as the raptors kept coming in large numbers. The raptors, relishing in their chances for a meal, ready to attack, but suddenly, a loud voice caught their attention from behind. "STOP WHERE YOU ARE, SHARPTEETH," snarled Threehorn frustratedly as he and the other grownups stood behind the pack.
Enraged by their interference again, the raptors turned to face the grownups again and approached them. Down in the canyon, everyone watched as the raptors turned around and walked off. "They're coming," said Cera.
"Yes, but why," asked Hyp's father.
On the cliff, both sides, frowning at each other, frustration running very high, and ready for a bloody battle, growled with intense ferocity, before the raptors swiftly jumped up and made the first move. As this vicious fight began, everyone down below could hear the sounds of opponents attacking each other, and a lot of blows being delivered. Unable to see what was going on, but sensing a lot of danger, Hyp, Mutt and Nod started backing up. "Something bad is going on up there," said Hyp.
Unable to take it anymore, Mutt and Nod turned around and ran the separate direction. "AAHHHH," they shrieked.
"STOP, YOU BABIES," exclaimed Hyp, shocked by his friends' cowardice.
Stopping their run, Mutt and Nod turned to Hyp, only to see him race past them, just as terrified. "ME FIRST!!"
"HYP," cried out the father in grief.
Suddenly, the ground started to shake, causing everyone to turn back to where the fight was going on. "LOOK," exclaimed Littlefoot.
At the top of the cliff, the rocky edge started to crumble and break apart into pieces, but to everyone's horror, the grownups were sent plummeting down the cliff and into the canyon with the raptors. "OH, DEAR," cried Cera, fearing the worst, "DAD!!"
"GRANDPA," cried Littlefoot.
The dust from the unexpected cliff collapse started to subside, revealing the aftermath at what just happened. The grownups, all piled on one another, were out cold. The raptors, some of whom buried in the rockslide, were also hurt from the fall, but not as much as the grownups. The children gasped in terror, but Hyp's father, knowing what to do, turned to everyone and said, "YOU CHILDREN ARE COMING TO THE TOP OF THE DAM WHERE IT'S SAFER!!"
"But how about the adults," asked Littlefoot.
"Just get out of here," said the father, before rushing towards the predators, "I'm handling this."
Littlefoot and the others turned around and rushed to the dam to safety. "C'mon," said Cera as they ran up the dam.
On the dam, the children kept watching in concern as the raptors kept coming. Mutt and Nod, on the other hand, had their own facts to say about the fight going on. "Hehehehe, look at your dad risking his life," mocked Nod.
"Yes, what a dope," commented Mutt.
But Hyp, now frustrated at his friends for mocking his father, turned to them with fury. "NO, HE'S NOT," he complained before rushing down the dam towards the fight, "FATHER!!"
Littlefoot's group watched as Hyp rushed down into the battlefield, before seeing Hyp stand behind the raptors about to strike his father. "NAH, NAH, CAN'T GET ME," mocked Hyp, getting the raptor's attention.
"Son," asked his shocked father.
Suddenly losing his bravery, Hyp gulped before rushing back to the dam, with the raptors in hot pursuit. The father, too late to rush in and stop the chase, could only watch in concern as the raptors got closer to Hyp and cornered him against the dam, but suddenly, a large tail came swinging down and smashed the raptors away. Landing on the ground, the predators looked and saw Grandpa standing before them, having recovered from the fall and ready for another showdown. Threehorn stood past his side and roared at the raptors. Surprised, but relieved that they were alright, the children rejoiced. "The adults are alive," cheered Littlefoot.
The others cheered with joy, before the raptors turned back to the dam and continued chasing after Hyp. "I'm outta here," said Hyp before making his road back up the rocks.
Three of the raptors, however, managed to start climbing up after him, but before any more could follow suit, Threehorn charged in and angrily flung the two raptors off with his horns, inflicting nasty wounds on them and sending them flying towards the wall and buried in a minor rockslide. Petrie watched the fighting and felt pride in seeing his friends fight very well. "That serves sharptooth right," he commented before turning to Hyp, "he's a bigger bully than you."
"Hey, look at that," snarked Hyp.
Deciding to help in the fight, Littlefoot turned to the others and said, "c'mon, let's get them with more stones!"
Wasting no time, Littlefoot and his friends got to the rock and began trying to push it down. "What are you nuts," asked Hyp, "if you turn it around, these Sharpteeth will pick their teeth with their bones."
"We...must try," squirmed Littlefoot, determined to knock the rock off and stop their attackers.
Unfortunately, the rock wasn't budging, and as Ducky and Hyp saw below them, the raptors were now just meters away. Having seen enough, Hyp decided to help out. "Move over, hatchers!"
Pushing the rock with all his strength, he tried to help move it, only to see that it wasn't working. "I don't think this is gonna work," he complained before rushing elsewhere.
"HYP," cried Littlefoot, not letting Hyp ditch them.
"Oh, forget it, Littlefoot," complained Cera, "he's an insect."
But Hyp wasn't fleeing the fight at all. Instead, he came back with Mutt and Nod by his side. "Who are you calling by name? Now come in and help, you crawlers," said Hyp to his friends, before they all got into position, "alright, everyone. Let's GET THEM!!"
Together, the two sides pushed the rock as best they could, moaning frustratedly, until eventually, with their combined strength, they shoved the rock off the dam, sending it tumbling down on the raptors. Caught in the rock slide, the raptors were sent plummeting to the ground. "YES," cheered Littlefoot as everyone cheered, "WE'VE DONE IT!!"
But the raptors swiftly recovered from the slide and burst from the rocks, yet fiercely determined to defeat their enemies. "LEAVE OUR CHILDREN ALONE," demanded Grandpa.
One raptor frowned at the furious Apatosaurus, before snarling back at him. From the dam, everyone could see that the raptors just weren't backing down at all. "We must stop the fighting," said Littlefoot.
"Then let's squeeze these Sharptooth once and for all," shouts Cera, determined to end this fight for good, before charging down the dam and ramming a boulder down at the raptors.
At the top of the dam, Littlefoot, who was watching the fight, looked around, trying to find another means of ending it soon, but suddenly, he noticed something underneath his feet. Looking down, he could see less and less rocks holding the dam up, but just below his feet, he saw an opening in the dam, with water starting to flow out. "What," he asked, before realizing what was going on, "LOOK! WATER!! WE UNLOCKED THE WATER!!!"
Hearing this, everyone on the dam swiftly rushed to the side of the canyon to avoid being swept off in the upcoming flood. Down in the canyon, the grownups once again faced whatever raptors were yet standing. Standing shoulder to shoulder, facing their persistent attackers, the warriors slowly backed up, while facing the frustrated raptors, before Grandpa spotted the dam about to burst. "RUN," he shouts to his colleagues.
Seeing the dam about to break, everyone turned and retired up the incline of the canyon, while the raptors turned around and saw the dam leaking with water, before suddenly, the dam burst in a huge explosion of water, sweeping the entire raptor pack down the canyon. The water traveled down the dry pathway, before reaching the cliff leading to the dry Thundering Falls and plummeting into the Great Valley. The water roared through the dry riverbed and extinguished the fire ravaging the dry landscape, ending the firestorm for good and saving the valley. Back on the battlefield, the water flowed its road towards the Great Valley, while on one side of the river, three Velociraptors, the only surviving members of the now drowned pack, met up together, exhausted and defeated, before one raptor took one last look at the heroes, unable to continue fighting. The heroes stood triumphant on the other side of the river, relieved to have survived the fight, and proud to see the water flowing again. Their mission was now officially full. "It seems like you and your friends saved the day, Littlefoot," said Grandpa proudly to his grandson.
"I think we all did, Grandpa," said Littlefoot, before the two of them watched the water flow towards the valley.
While the reconciliation between Threehorn was satisfying enough, Hyp and his father stood side-by-side, relieved to see each other alright, but for Mutt and Nod, they were treated to some affectionate licks from Spike. No longer feeling hesitant of them, and thankful for them helping him and his friends save the water, he had just taken a big liking to them. Ducky chuckled over her brother's affection while watching with Petrie. "Spike likes you now. He does so."
Mutt and Nod, realized what Spike was doing, grinned with disbelief and wonder. One of the children they bullied was now showing affection towards them, and this left them both in a state of awe, and it was a feeling they started to really like. Could this mean they'd potentially have some new friends, instead of victims to torture? Whatever the reason, the pair were fascinated by this, and lost in their own thoughts.
And then, the Thundering Falls once again roared to life, as the water was at last returned to flowing into the Great Valley. With the water at long last back, the Great Valley dinosaurs were able to go home again, and sure enough, the herds, all in their respective groups, slowly traveled down their mountain paths, happy that the worst was over. However, upon arrival, everyone's hearts became heavy, because the home they returned to wasn't the same. Fire had destroyed much of their green food. Standing on his path were his grandparents and Littlefoot, he looked upon the devastation the fire had left in its wake. Many plants and forests were burned down, leaving a saddening reminder of the damage left by the firestorm. However, not everything in the valley was fully destroyed. Certain sections of the valley's foliage remained intact, and instead of giving into despair, the dinosaurs divided into groups to find the spots where green food yet grew. Patroling the premises for what they could find, the groups of dinosaurs scanned the area, ready to begin foraging, but there was bound to be a very special change in the winds, one that would reveal itself as soon as they would eventually find food.
Standing below a tree, Mr. Threehorn, Mr. Clubtail and Hyp's father watched as Grandma and Grandpa Longneck pulled a branch with some fresh leaves off the tree. Instead of eating them as they were, Grandpa lowered it down to Threehorn, offering him some food to eat, to which Threehorn happily accepted. As soon as he took the branch, though, Littlefoot, along with Hyp and his friends, appeared. "Hey, everyone," said Littlefoot, "we've found more."
"How wonderful," said Clubtail.
"WHERE," Hyp's father eventually shouts.
Swiftly realizing his error, and seeing his son turn hesitant again, the father swiftly calmed down. "I mean," he said before clearing his throat and gently approaching Hyp with a grin, "where, son?"
Grinning back at his father, Hyp replied, "in a small cleft, not far from here, Dad. If we share, there should be enough for everyone."
Mutt and Nod looked at their friend, surprised by what he was saying. "Y-You alright, Hyp," said Nod, "you're speaking about.....something."
"Uh, yes, sharing," said Mutt.
"I know this," said Hyp, before turning snarky, "that's not sharing for frightened eggs! However?"
"Right," replied Hyp and Mutt while Hyp looked at them with a sassy grin.
Everyone nearby chuckled over Hyp's rough, but playful words, no longer seeing them as him being a bully, but rather a healthy and snarky boy. "Sharing is good. Yes, yes, yes," said Ducky, before getting an affection lick from Spike, and hugging him with happiness.
"C'mon," said Littlefoot as he stood alongside Hyp, "everyone follow us."
Together, they led the road towards their section of green food, which turned out to be a forest with a lot to offer. And then, as it turned out, the dinosaurs traveled from green spot to green spot, eating their fill. As this happened, they worked together to help others find what they needed, while at the same time, learning the special kind of joy which came from giving to others. This was especially evident as Littlefoot, finding a fresh tree star, picked it from the tree and offered it to Mutt instead of eating it. Flattered, Mutt took the tree star and was ready to eat it, before turning to Hyp and offering it as a gift, no longer holding animosity towards the Hypsilophodon, and offering to make peace. And even then, Hyp decided to instead pass it on to Nod, who in turn passed it to Cera. The tree star was passed on to Ducky, then Petrie, until eventually, he held the tree star to Spike, offering it to him with a happy grin. Happy to accept it, Spike opened his mouth and gobbled up the tree star, relishing in its fresh state and enjoying its green taste. All of the friends, Littlefoot's group and Hyp's group gathered together and shared a happy laugh, obliged to have shared the tree star with each other and happy to be willing to share more from here on out. No longer was there any serious tension or bad blood between groups, but instead friendships, both old and new; friendships that were sure to stay strong in the years to follow. The same could be said for the grownups as well, for they shared food with each other in this time of healing. This moment of peace and tranquility, though, was bound to stick with them as an honorable tradition, for in the years to follow, this story of sharing would be warned over and over again; passed along to new generations, and serving as a truly inspirational story for all to enjoy, ultimately destined to become known as...the Time of the Great Giving.
Executive ProducersSHERYL STAMPS LEACHDENNIS DESHAZER
Supervising ProducerJIM ROWLEY
Senior ProducerJEFF GITTLE
ProducerBEN VAUGHN
DirectorSTEVEN FELDMAN
WriterPERRI VERDINO-GATES
Consulting ProducerLINDA HOUSTON
Educational SpecialistsMARY ANN DUDKO, Ph.D.MARGIE LARSEN, M.Ed.
Performance DirectorPENNY WILSON
Production DesignerBOB LAVALLEE
Music DirectorJOE PHILLIPS
Cast:Barney's Voice • BOB WESTBarney's Costume • JOSH MARTINBaby Bop's Voice • JULIE JOHNSONBaby Bop's Costume • JEFF AYERSB.J.'s Voice • PATTY WIRTZB.J.'s Costume • JEFF BROOKS
Cast:Jeff • AUSTIN BALLKristen • SARA HICKMANHannah • MARISA KUERSRobert • ANGEL VELASCOMiss Etta Kette • BRICE ARMSTRONGScooter McNutty • TODD DUFFEY
Production ManagerCHARLOTTE SPIVEY
Associate DirectorERIC NORBERG
Art DirectorELIZABETH SAGAN VELTEN
Wardrobe Supervisor/DesignerLISA ODETTE ALBERTSON
Lighting DesignerKEN CRAIG
Lighting DirectorMURRAY CAMPBELL
Stage ManagerJENA ATCHISON
Post Production SupervisorBOB DAUBER
Technical Operations SupervisorRANDY BREEDLOVE
EditorsVICKIE STERLINGMCKEE SMITH
Audio DirectorDAVID BOOTHE
Production AudioRON BALENTINE
Make-Up DesignJEANIE L. D'IORIO
Manager of Music ServicesLISA ARBUCKLE GREIF
Manager of Talent ServicesJULIE HUTCHINGS
Script SupervisorCATHERINE REYNOLDS
Original Barney, Baby Bopand B.J. costumes byIRENE COREYDESIGN ASSOCIATES
"I Love You" lyrics byLEE BERNSTEIN (BMI)Melody Traditional© Shimbarah Music (BMI)
Produced by The Lyons Group andConnecticut Public Television
For Connecticut Public TelevisionExecutive in ChargeLARRY RIFKIN
Barney and the Backyard Gang™and Barney & Friends® wereoriginally developed bySHERYL LEACH,KATHY PARKERand DENNIS DESHAZER.
Executive in ChargeRICHARD C. LEACH
Copyright © 1995 Lyons Partnership, L.P.All rights reserved.The names and characters Barney and B.J.,"Barney & Friends" and the Barney and children logo areReg. U.S. Pat. & Tm. Off. The name and characterBaby Bop are trademarks of Lyons Partnership, L.P.