The Land Before Time X: The Great Longneck Migration/Transcript

Narrator: Millions of years ago, this planet we call Earth, was quite a different place indeed. The land was still forming. Strange plants abounded, and the world was populated by those remarkable of creatures, the dinosaurs. Though very different from us in many ways, these ancient giants resembled us in some ways too: they ate. they fought, they played, they slept, and sometimes, perhaps, they even dreamed.
Adult voice: Look. What is it? It's incredible. It's the most beautiful... I've never... Neither have I. Oh, my! Oh, it's so awesome. Oh!
Littlefoot: Whew! It was just a sleep story. [he sleeps back, sighing] Mmm.
Ducky: I'm going to get you. [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep!
Littlefoot: Oh, no, you're not! Can't catch me!
Ducky: [gasping] I can too. [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep. Or maybe not.
Petrie: [laughing] Me know you no catch me neither.
Ducky: Then I will get Spike.
Ducky: Ow. [looking at Cera] Ahha!
Cera: [to Ducky] Don't even think about it.
Littlefoot: Ducky!
Ducky: Aha! I'm gonna get you.
Littlefoot: Can't catch me.
Ducky: I'm right behind you.
Littlefoot: I'm too fast for you.
Adult voice: Huh? Hey!
Adult voice: Wha...
Ducky: [breathes heavily] Tag. Y-You are it. [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep.
[Cera, Spike and Petrie arrive as Ducky gets back up.]
Petrie: Um, did you no hear? You it.
Littlefoot: Huh?
Cera: What part of "it" don't you understand?
Littlefoot: Uh, I'm sorry. I just... [sighing]
Cera: It's the great circle. You see it every day. WHY is it suddenly so interesting?
Littlefoot: I don't know. I... It looks like something I saw in my sleep story last night.
Cera: "Sleep story"?!
Ducky: [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep. I have sleep stories all of the time. I love them. I see myself floating down wide waters, covered with good, smelly flowers. [sniffing, then sighing]
Petrie: Me have sleepy stories about flying way up over high hills and tall trees. [laughing, then flying away] Me bet we know what Spike have sleep stories about.
Littlefoot: What about you, Cera? Don't you ever have sleep stories?
Cera: Threehorns never have sleep stories. They're for babies. They're all just full dumb stuff that could never happen.
Littlefoot: Hmm, I guess you're right. In my sleep story last night, I saw you butt your head against this tall rock, and it split right in half.
Cera: Really? I did that?
Littlefoot: Yeah, but, like you said, sleep stories are dumb. Something like that could never really happen.
Cera: Oh, now, wait. I didn't say everything that happens in a sleep story is dumb.
Littlefoot: Sure you did.
Petrie: Uh-huh.
Cera: I did not. I said some things. But this head-butting thing, I could do that.
Littlefoot: Sure you could.
Petrie: Yeah, right.
Cera: I could too. There's not a rock in the whole Great Valley that I couldn't crack with my head.
Littlefoot: Oh, yeah? Hmm. Let's see. How 'bout that one?
Petrie: Yeah, that one.
Cera: Uh...
Littlefoot: Well?
Cera: Uh, sure. I could do that. No problem.
Littlefoot: Great.
Cera: Oh. Okay. [Che charges and ended up hitting a rock] I'm going home. My head hurts.
Littlefoot: I didn't mean to make her hurt her head.
Petrie: Me think you mainly hurt her brag bone.
Grandpa: What is it, Littlefoot? What's the matter?
Littlefoot: I... I don't know. I just can't sleep for some reason.
Grandpa: Oh, neither can I, Littlefoot. And I think I know why. For some time now, I've been feeling restless, as if there's someplace I need to go, but I... I don't know where.
Littlefoot: Me too, Grandpa! Me too! That's just how I feel tonight.
Grandpa: I think this feeling has to do something to do with the sleep stories I've been having.
Littlefoot: [gasping] You've been having 'em too?
Grandpa: Mm. Grandma too. We've talked about it. I think the time has come for us to go on a journey.
Littlefoot: A journey? When? Where? Just you and me?
Grandpa: And Grandma. And others too, I think. I... I really don't know, but we must leave soon. Lie back down now. Get some rest. We might leave tomorrow.
Littlefoot: A journey. [he lies back down]
Ducky: What kind of journey?
Petrie: You mean, like a trip?
Littlefoot: Yeah, I guess so. Sort of like an adventure.
Ducky: Ahh!
Cera: So, let me get this straight. You've been having sleep stories, so you're going on an adventure, but you don't know when, and you don't know where, and you don't know why, but you'll just feel when it's time to leave, and then you and your grandparents will just wander off. Is that it?
Littlefoot: Yeah. That about sums it up.
Cera: Heh! I'm glad threehorns don't have adventures like that.
Spike: Hmm?
Petrie: W-Well, me think it sound fun.
Spike: Mm-hmm.
Ducky: [getting on Spike] What kind of adventure do you think it will be?
Littlefoot: I... I just don't know.
Ducky: A trip down the deepest caves?
Petrie: A climb into the highest mountains?
Ducky: A swim across the biggest water?
["Adventuring" begins playing, ]
Littlefoot: [singing] I'm going to go adventuring.
Together: Adventuring?
Cera: Adventuring?
Littlefoot: [singing] I'm going to go adventuring and who knows what I'll find.
Petrie: [singing] He's going to see the great beyond.
Ducky: [singing] Across the mud.
Littlefoot: [singing] Beyond the pond.
Together: [singing] He's going to see the great beyond.
Cera: [singing] I'd rather stay behind. Hmph.
Ducky: [singing] Will there be ugly bug-ly things with ick-ly tickle-y prickly wings.
Petrie: [singing] A front that bites a back that stings.
Littlefoot: [singing] You never know.
Petrie: Um... [singing] Will there be things with sharp-ly teeth.
Ducky: [singing] Up above and underneath.
Cera: [singing] I'll bet it so.
Ducky: [singing] Then please don't go.
Littlefoot: [singing] I'm going to climb the mountain tall where fires burn and rocks can fall.
Cera: [singing] And scary things can creep and crawl. With one big goog-ly eye.
Ducky: Aah! Stop!
Petrie: [singing] He's going to reach the highest high. Where even flyers never fly.
Ducky: [singing] Maybe he will touch the sky.
Cera: [singing] Well, I won't say good-bye.
Ducky: [singing] Will he cross the big, big water where it's hot or even hotter.
Cera: [singing] Bet he's gonna meet a lotta sharpteeth there.
Petrie: Yeah.
Ducky: [singing] Will there be yummy things to eat?
Petrie: [singing] Will there be things that ouch your feet?
Ducky: [singing] Will you be brave?
Cera: [singing] Will you be scared?
Littlefoot: No! [continues singing] I'm going to go adventuring.
Together: [singing] Adventuring, adventuring.
Littlefoot: [singing] And when I go adventuring, there'll be so much to do.
Together: [singing] But if you go adventuring. Adventuring. There's just one thing. You know what you are going to have to do. You're going to have to take us all with you.
Ducky: Oh, yes, yes, yes. Please!
Cera: Hmm... [laughing]
Together: [singing] We want to go adventuring too!
Grandpa: Littlefoot, it's time.
Petrie: Oh, me miss him already.
Ducky: I still wonder where he is going to go.
Cera: Aw, who'd wanna go on an adventure with a bunch of longnecks anyway? 
Petrie: Me would.
Littlefoot: Grandma, are we there yet?
Grandma: No, Littlefoot. Not yet.
Littlefoot: But, you do know where we're going, right?
Grandpa: Not exactly, Littlefoot.
Littlefoot: Then, how will know when we get there?
Grandpa: I'll just know.
Littlefoot: I'm glad we're not there yet. I don't like this place. [
Grandpa: What do you think, Littlefoot? Do you like this place any better?
Littlefoot: [eats the leaf] At least there's stuff to eat.
Grandpa: Hmm. Watch your step, dear. This is deeper that it looks.
Littlefoot: Doesn't look too deep to me. Besides, there are rocks to walk on.
Grandma: Littlefoot, careful.
Littlefoot: Hey, look at me! This is fun. [walks on the log]
Grandma: Careful.
Grandpa: Slow down, Littlefoot. And watch where you're stepping.
Littlefoot: You better walk faster if you want to keep up with me.
Grandma: Littlefoot!
Grandpa: Littlefoot, stop! No!
Littlefoot: Wow!
Sue: I hate those things. Don't you? So annoying when they nibble on your foot.
Grandma: How can we thank you for saving Littlefoot?
Sue: Littlefoot. Is that you?
Sue: Ohhh. Cute. I'm Sue. And you don't have to thank me. It was fun. What's the point of having big feet if you don't step on bad guys every now and then? I... I don't wanna be pushy or anything, but, could I tag along with you? I think we're headed the same way.
Grandpa: We'd be honored.
Sue: Thanks.
[Later that night, the Longnecks continue on their journey.]
Sue: Ohhh. You've had a busy day, haven't you?
Littlefoot: Uh-huh.
Sue: And I bet you haven't been sleeping too well the last few days either. Right?
Littlefoot: How did you know?
Sue: I just figured you and your folks were out here for the same reason as me, the sleep story, right?
Littlefoot: Yeah. The one about...
Sue: The great circle.
Littlefoot: Whoa!
Sue: I wonder if everybody had the exact same sleep story?
Littlefoot: Everybody? What do you mean? You think there are others who've seen that story in their sleep?
Sue: Why not? What makes us think we're so special? I'll bet longnecks everywhere are having that sleep story. And since it was a sleep story that started us all on this journey, I think we're gonna meet a lot of longnecks on our way. [walks with Littlefoot on Sue, chuckling] Hm. Of course, I'll be the tallest one... Story of my life. Just once, I'd like to meet someone, I could look up to, you know?
Sue: Good night, Littlefoot. Sleep well.
Ducky: Ouch! Oof! [falls down]
Cera: Shh! Come on!
Ducky: Come on where? [whispering] Sorry. Where?
Cera: We are gonna see just what kind of an adventure Littlefoot's having.
Ducky: [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep. Let us wake up Spike too. [to Spike] Spike! Spike! Wake up. [tries to get Spike up] Spike! Spike! Spike!
Cera: Ducky, we don't have all night. Let's go.
Ducky: I do not think he is awake yet. Spike!
Ducky: I think he bent my beak.
Cera: Psst. Petrie, wake up.
Petrie: [snoring] Hoo-oo-oo-oo.
Cera: Petrie! Petrie? Psst. Petrie!
Cera: [to Petrie] Nice flying. You ready?
Petrie: [shakes his head] Me always ready.
Cera: Then let's go find Littlefoot.
Petrie: [to Ducky] What happened to your beak?
Petrie: How we find them, anyway? They long gone.
Cera: One good thing about longnecks, they leave big footmarks.
Spike: Mm-hmm.
[The next day.]
Littlefoot: Grandma, in your sleep stories, did you see scary things?
Grandma: Well, dear, I saw things I can't quite explain. That doesn't mean they're scary. I also saw some beautiful things. It was all mixed-up together. And in the end of each sleep story, when I woke up, I just had the feeling that whatever was going to happen, I was supposed to be there.
Littlefoot: Yeah. Me too!
Littlefoot: Grandma... Whoa! Do you think all longnecks got the same feeling? Will they all be wherever it is we're going?
Grandma: I think so, Littlefoot. We'll see.
Littlefoot: But, what are we gonna see, Grandma?
Grandma: I don't know, Littlefoot. Something wonderful.
[Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike continued to follow the trail as they enter the swamp.]
Ducky: Ick. I really do not like this place. It is worse than the high place with the deep holes.
Cera: [scoffs] Nobody's asking you to move here.
Ducky: I do not want to sleep here either. So let us hurry and get through it.
[They stopped to the lake on the shore. Walking over, Cera noticed a path of stones.]
Petrie: You sure this right way?
Cera: The footmarks led us here. Besides, you got any better ideas?
Petrie: Nope.
Cera: Good.
[They continue on walking, unnoticed by the danger. Cera accidently slips and had her foot touch on the water.]
Cera: Whoa.... Ew! It's squishing between my toes.
Ducky: I would not swim in that for all the tree stars in the world. No, no, no.
[Cera jumps to the next one but notice a strange shape before Spike bumps her.]
Cera: Hey! Watch it!
Ducky: Well, go on.
Cera: But I'm not sure which rock to step on next. This one's closer, but it looks sorta slippery.
Ducky: That one is farther away, so you might not make it. You would step in the icky goo again and that is bad.
Petrie: But if she slip on close one, she maybe fall in all the way, and that be "worser." Me think she can get to "fartherer" one. She good jumper.
Ducky: I am not saying she is not, but what about if that rock is as icky and slimy as this one?
Petrie: [gasping] Me no think of that.
Ducky: You have to think of everything when you are in an icky, gooey place like this.
Petrie: Oh, that very good point.
[Spike yawns]
Petrie: But, which rock next?
Ducky: Hey! What if she lands on the first rock with her back feet?
Petrie: Me think you got something there.
Ducky: Sure. And then she can...
Cera: What was that?
Petrie: Me no know, but me think it coming this way!
Petrie: [panting] Hey! Ducky was right. That the way to do it! [gets hit by wet vines] Ugh, ooh. This stuff slimy! Uh-oh.
Cera: Uh-oh. Yes! Uh, I meant to do that.
Ducky: He will not stay down there forever.
Petrie: Me think you right.
Cera: Keep moving. We're almost there. I can see the shore.
Cera: Ha! Guess I taught that guy not to mess with a threehorn.
Petrie: [lands on the ground] Now that we on dry land, can we please find place to sleep?
Cera: Like where, for instance?
Petrie: Uh, this look good to me. [snores]
Ducky: Do not worry, Cera. We will find Littlefoot in the morning. [repeated line, yawning] Yep, yep, yep.
[They settle in for the night as we zoom up into the brighlt forest treetops. We cut back to the longnecks entering a vast jungle. Littlefoot wakes up yawning and streched his legs.]
Littlefoot: [looking around] Huh? Wow. How many do you think there are now, Grandpa? I've never seen so many... Whoa! What is it, Grandpa? You see something? Hear something? [gasping] Is it a sharptooth?
Grandpa: Hush, Littlefoot. Uh, Sue, could you...
Sue: Sure. You wanna go for a ride?
Littlefoot: You bet!
[Sue carries Littlefoot onto a tree.]
Sue: Careful, now.
Grandpa: Climb to the top, Littlefoot, and look through the gap in the tree stars.
[Littlefoot runs across the branches]
Littlefoot: I'm almost there, Grandpa. I'm almost there.
Grandpa: Well, Littlefoot, what do you see?
Littlefoot: Grandpa, I think we're here! [
[We fade to Cera who wakes up. Ducky was sleeping by her side.]
Cera: Ducky, wake up!
Ducky: [moans softly,] It cannot be morning already. Oh, no, no. [yawning, then sighing]
[Cera gets back up to her feet and goes over to Petrie.]
Cera: Petrie, let's go! Get up!
Petrie: [tired] Me so tired. We go so far already.
Cera: That's 'cause we're trying to catch up with Littlefoot.
Ducky: [getting up] But we do not know if we are still going in the right direction.
Cera: I say we go around this big ol' boulder and look for footmarks coming up out of the icky place.
Ducky: Whatever you say.
[hears Spike snoring]
Cera: [sighing] And will somebody please wake up Spike?
Petrie: Spike. Spike!
Spike: Um?
Cera: That's better.
[As soon as she was about to leave, she heared a heavy breathing noise.]
Cera: Spike, I mean it! Get up right... Huh?
[When she turned, she notice that Ducky, Petrie and Spike weren't making that noise.]
Petrie: That not Spike.
Ducky: I did not know boulders could snore.
Cera: They can't. But sharpteeth can!
[They flee as sharptooth chase them.]
Cera: Quick, in there!
[They hide in the cave for safety.]
Ducky: Is he gone?
Petrie: Me no know.
Ducky: That is the last time I trust Petrie to pick out a boulder to sleep near.
Petrie: Hey, it was dark, okay?
[They walk out to make sure the coat is clear, only for a shadow to loom in. They scream and hide back into the cave.]
Pat: [chuckling] You can come on out now, youngsisters. He's gone.
Petrie: You... You sure?
Pat: Oh, yeah. Those critters are big, but dumb. Mm-mm-mm. You kids fooled him good.
Cera: Yeah, we sure did. Teach him to chase us. Hmph.
Pat: You little ones gonna be okay on your own?
Cera: Us? Sure.
Pat: Then I'll just moseyin' along. Happy trails to you.
Ducky: Good-bye.
[Pat leaves]
Ducky: Are we really going to be okay?
Cera: Of course we are, I hope.
Littlefoot: Come on. Hurry. We're almost there. We're almost there. Wow.
Grandpa: Come on, Littlefoot.
Sue: Oh, excuse me. [looking at the longneck] My goodness.
Sue's Boyfriend: No problem. No problem at all, little lady.
Sue: "Little lady"? [giggling]
Grandma: That's better.
Littlefoot: What is this place, Grandpa?
Grandpa: I don't know, Littlefoot.
Littlefoot: It... [looking around] It looks like a big hole. But what could make a hole this big? Grandpa! In my sleep story, I saw the great circle falling.
Littlefoot: This must be where it... [whispering] ...happened.
[Littlefoor started to go on by himself for a chance and head to a river, he gets gripped by another green longneck.]
Shorty: Watch where you're goin', clumsy. [laughing]
Littlefoot: You tripped me!
Shorty: Did not!
Littlefoot: Did too!
Shorty: Did not!
Littlefoot: Did too!
Shorty: Not!
Littlefoot: Too!
Shorty: Oh, yeah?!
Littlefoot: Yeah!
Shorty: Wanna do something about it!?
Bron: Shorty? Shorty, what's going on?
Shorty: Ow! He stepped on my tail, on purpose.
Bron: Who did?
Shorty: Him.
Bron: Him? You mean the one you tripped?
Shorty: Yeah. He... I mean, no. I didn't trip him.
Bron: Shorty, come on. It's me. Now, give me the truth.
Shorty: [scoffs] Ah, okay. I tripped him.
Bron: So, what do you say now?
Shorty: Sorry.
Littlefoot: It's okay.
[Shorty walks away]
Bron: Shorty's a good kid at heart. He just likes to get things started. You okay? No permanent damage?
Littlefoot: [laughing] No. I'm fine.
Bron: Good. Name's Bron. What's yours?
Littlefoot: Littlefoot.
Bron: No kidding. That's funny, they called me "Littlefoot" when I was young.
Littlefoot: Really? That is kinda...
Grandpa: Littlefoot!
Littlefoot: Here I am, Grandpa.
Grandpa: Your grandma and I wondered where you had gotten to. [chuckling] We, uh... Bron?!
Bron: Papa longneck.
Grandpa: Uh, Littlefoot, uh, this is your father.
[he gasps]
Bron: Littlefoot, I...
Grandpa: Littlefoot!
Bron: Wait. Come back.
Adult: Hey! Watch out! Hey! Ow! Watch it! Hey! Whose kid is that?
[cut back to Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike]
Cera: Got any suggestions?
Ducky: I am not swimming in that fast water. No, no, no.
[they look at the river]
Pat: Maybe I could help.
[Fairly alarmed, Cera, Petrie and Ducky scream and hide. Spike appears underneath Pat, not frightened as he eats grass.]
Cera: Are you following us?
Pat: [chuckling] Not hardly. I got my own way to go. You just seem to keep passin' across it.
Cera: Yeah, well, that's real interesting. Good-bye. [he looks at a river]
Pat: You sure you couldn't use some help, now?
Cera: No, thanks. We'll be fine on our own.
Pat: Suit yourself.
[Cera begins to whisper about the plan but the others are not convinced.]
Spike: Mmm?
Ducky: No, no, no. Not me.
Cera: Oh, come on. Don't be babies. If you get a good running start, you can jump over that water. Easy.
Ducky: [to Cera] Fine. Then you go first.
Cera: Okay, then. I will.
Petrie: You go any farther, you be back in Great Valley.
Cera: [gulps] Fine!
Cera: Thanks. But I could've made it if I'd gotten a better start.
Pat: [chuckling] I never doubted it for a minute. I had a idea of my own about how to get you across the water, if you're of a mind to listen to it.
Spike: Mm-hmm.
Ducky: Mm-hmm.
Cera: Sure. Why not?
[???]
Pat: Whew. Not as young as I used to be. Well, here we are on the other side.
Ducky: But this is the way you wanted to go?
Pat: Not sure, but somehow it feels right. Yeah, I guess it is at that.
Petrie: You mean, you no know which way you go?
Pat: Not exactly. See, I-I been having these sleep stories.
Cera: You know, I think we might be going the same way as you after all.
Bron: Littlefoot. Littlefoot, we have to talk.
Littlefoot: Where were you? All this time, where were you?
Bron: Ah, Littlefoot, your mother and I knew we were going to have a hatchling. You see, we wanted to raise you in a safe place. So, before you were even an egg, I went off to find a new home, for all of us. When I got back, the earthshakes had changed everything. It took me so long to find where the nest had been, and nothing was left but a crack in the earth, as deep as a mountain is high. As I searched for your mother and the young one I knew had been born, the great circle rose and fell many times. But I couldn't find you anywhere. I finally met someone who told me about... about your mom and the sharptooth. But he had no word about you, so I kept searching. And then one day, I met a group of longnecks, wandering in the wilderness with no grown-ups to protect them. At first, I hoped one of them was you, but I soon realized that wasn't the case. But they came to depend on me, so I stayed with them, took care of them. And then some others joined up with us, and then some more, and some more. In time, we were a herd.
Littlefoot: You mean, y-you're the leader, of a whole herd?
Bron: Yeah, I guess you could say that.
Littlefoot: Wow.
Bron: And look at you. You've grown up to be a fine, young longneck, just like I'd hoped you'd be. Your mom would be proud.
Littlefoot: She'd be proud of you too.
[Me and My Dad" playing]
Grandpa: [singing] Doobie-doo.
Both: [singing] Doobie-doo, doobie-doo.
Grandpa: [singing] Doobie, doobie, doo-ooh. Doobie-doo, doobie-doo.
Littlefoot: [singing] It's nice to have a dad that you can be with.
Bron: Ha!
Littlefoot: [singing] To share a part of each and every day. Who you can talk and joke and play and eat a tree with. Who wants to hear the things you have to say. Who will lift you up when the water's too deep, who'll stay by your side while you're falling asleep. Who understands whenever you feel sad. It's really awfully nice to have a dad.
Grandpa: [singing] Doobie-doo, doobie-doo.
Littlefoot: [singing] Friends are important, they're such a big part of you. Ooh. But I always thought a dad would be something special. Now I know it's true.
[Bron winks]
Grandma: [singing] Doobie, doobie, doobie, doo-wah. Doobie, doobie, doo-ooh.
Littlefoot: [singing] It's great to have a dad you can have fun with. A dad who's got a neck that's extra long. It's good to have someone to be a son with who's big and brave and wise and kind and strong. He'll laugh at the silly things you do. And when you're in trouble, he'll pull you through. Even with the love I've always had. This is something new I found a dad. My dad. And since you came my way I'm, oh, so glad, and I'm proud to be your son. 'Cause you're my favorite one. And only dad.
Grandma: [singing] Doobie-doo.
Littlefoot: [singing] Me and my dad. Just me and my dad.
Littlefoot: Huh? Hey, Dad?
Bron: Yes, Littlefoot.
Littlefoot: Was Shorty one of the young ones you found wandering in the wilderness?
Bron: Yes, he was. Most of the others had been adopted by grown-ups in the herd. But not Shorty.
Littlefoot: Hey, shorty. [Shorty gasps, then Littlefoot ducks under with the rock flying] Hey, nice hit.
Shorty: Ah.
Littlefoot: You know, anytime you want to be with my dad and me...
Shorty: Listen, pal, I can be with Bron anytime I want to! You got that? I know him better than you do.
Littlefoot: Well, I...
Shorty: Yeah. And he likes me better.
Littlefoot: Oh, yeah? Well, he's my dad.
Littlefoot: Ow! That hurt!
Shorty: Wanna do somethin' about it?
Littlefoot: [walks away, sighing] No, thanks.
Shorty: That's what I thought. Coward! Baby! Huh?
[Cera, her friends and Pat are walking through a magma field.]
Pat: Anyway, that's what my sleep story was like. Pretty mysterious.
Cera: What do you think it means?
Pat: Don't really know. But it put me in mind of a story my granddaddy used to tell me.
Spike: Uh-huh?
Pat: It seems that a long, long time ago, the Night Circle got jealous of the Great Circle.
Petrie: What do you mean, jealous? Jealous why?
Pat: Oh, on account of how the Great Circle is so much brighter and folks stay awake for it, but sleep while the Night Circle's up there. Things like that.
[Cera and Spike carefully jump on the back as lava boiled.]
Pat: You'd better keep movin', kids. Not safe to stand in one place too long.
[Steam bursts through, making them scream and run foward.]
Pat: Anyway, so the Night Circle grabbed the Great Circle and threw it from the sky, so it'd smash into the world below.
Ducky: Oh, my!
Pat: But there just so happened to be a herd of Longnecks standing down there, and they stretched their necks up and caught the Great Circle on their heads, and then shoved it right back up into the sky. Now, how about that? So that's why, to this very day, we have such long necks, so we can put the great circle back up in the sky.
Cera: Longnecks saved the world, huh?
Pat: Well, that's the story. Whether or not you believe it, it's up to you.
Cera: Pat!
Pat: [groaning] Kids, run!
Cera: Spike, come on!
Pat: Let's get outta here!
Petrie: Hurry! Hurry!!!
[They made it to the other side of the magma fields]
Cera: [looking at Pat's burnt foot] That looks like a pretty bad burn, Pat.
Pat: Would've been a lot worse if it hadn't been for you kids. I owe you my thanks. [tries to get up] It's gonna slow me down some though. You'd best be movin' on without me. If you keep headin' toward those hills, I think you'll find your friend.
Ducky: But we cannot go without you. No, no, no.
Spike: Mm-mmm.
Petrie: Me no think so neither.
Pat: Now, children, there's no sense in all of us missin', well, I don't know what, but I got a feelin' it's gonna be spectacular.
Cera: We've talked it over, and we're not going without you. We'd rather just stop right here.
Pat: Uh? Well, what do ya know. For once in my life, I can't think of a word to say.
[cut back to Littlefoot and Bron]
Littlefoot: What do you think is going to happen?
Bron: I don't know, Littlefoot. Something wonderful.
Littlefoot: That's just what Grandma said.
Bron: Well, great minds think alike.
Littlefoot: Yeah. [laughing]
Bron: You love your grandparents, don't you?
Littlefoot: Well, yeah. Sure. I mean, they take care of me.
Bron: Hmm, kind of like me and my herd. Have you thought about what happens now with us?
Littlefoot: Huh? What do you mean?
Bron: Well, now that I found you, I... I don't want to lose you.
Littlefoot: Oh, yeah. I know. Me neither.
Bron: [chuckling] You don't have to decide anything now.
Littlefoot: Hey, how come we haven't seen any sharpteeth?
Bron: Sharpteeth are cowards. Look how many of us there are. A sharptooth would never attack a group this size. Remember, they only hunt in twos and threes. [chuckling] Your friend Sue could handle that many herself.
Littlefoot: Heh, yeah.
Grandpa: Come on, dear. Let's go to the watering hole.
Grandpa: Littlefoot.
Littlefoot: Sorry I woke you up. I just... I just felt like sleeping here last night.
Grandpa: [chuckling] We missed you too, Littlefoot. You know, Littlefoot, it's... it's only natural that you want to be with your father right now. Your grandma and I love you no matter where you are. We just want you to be happy. Mmm. Mmm.
[Littlefoot lies back down]
Grandpa: Mmm.
[At the small break of dawn. Littlefoot notice Shorty walking away. He begins to follow him.]
Littlefoot: Shorty! Hey, Shorty!
Shorty: Oh, it's you.
Littlefoot: Yeah, it's me. Where're you going?
Shorty: What's it to ya?
Littlefoot: Well, it's just that it's still kinda dark. And you're out here all alone. My dad probably wouldn't like it.
Shorty: Oh, right. Like he'd care. Now that's he's found you, he'll ignore me like everybody else.
Littlefoot: Shorty, you'll always be special to Bron. You've known him all your life, almost. I just met him. I was kinda hoping... I thought maybe we could be like, you know, like brothers.
[They begin to return back as the sun rose.]
Littlefoot: Come on. Let's go back.
Shorty: Yeah.
Littlefoot: Something's about to happen.
Shorty: I know. I can feel it.
[Petrie suddenly appears and hit Shorty's head. They scream at the sight of each other and hide.]
Littlefoot: Petrie, where did you come from?
Petrie: Oh, Littlefoot. Me knew that you. Uh, me see you from far and me say, "That Littlefoot." But the others, they no believe me, so...
Littlefoot: Others? The whole gang? Are they here too?
Petrie: Oh, sure. All here. Be here real soon.
[They began to hear heavy footsteps as they thought it could be Cera and the others.]
Petrie: That be them now!
[Littlefoot and Shorty looked and saw the rocks clattering. They realized that it was not the others. They looked to see a massive sharptooth coming from the rocks.]
Petrie: That not them!
[The brown sharptooth took notice and started to go after them. Littlefoot, Shorty and Petrie screamed as Cera, Spike and Ducky appeared, running for their lives.]
Cera: Hurry, Littlefoot. Run!
Littlefoot: What are all you guys doing here?
Ducky: Running away!
Pat: Run for it, kids! I'll keep him busy.
Cera: Hold it! We can't leave him. He's a friend of ours.
[Shorty had an idea. He began to flick his tail, sending a pile of rocks falling and tripping the Sharptooth.]
Cera: Good idea! [knocks the rocks]
Littlefoot: Take that! [knocks the rocks]
Shorty: Hi-yah!
[All of the rocks started crash onto the sharptooth.]
Petrie: [throwing the rock] Yeah!
Cera: Come on! Let's go help him!
Bron: Huh? Littlefoot!
Cera: Come on, Pat! Hurry!
Bron: Up here, coward!
Littlefoot: Dad!
Cera: Did you say, "Dad"?
Bron: Thanks, stranger.
Pat: Come on. Move along. Move along, young'uns.
Bron: It's okay. We should be safe now.
[But soon, a green sharptooth appeared followed by the gray one Cera and the others encountered earlier.]
Bron: Run, kids! Get out of there!
[The brown one had recovered his fall and roars. Up on the cliffs, all oif the other longnecks wondered what was going on.]
Adult: Oh, no!
Grandpa: What is it? What's out there? Oh, no! There's three sharpteeth now. Littlefoot!
Littlefoot: Oh, no! I'm coming, Dad!
Cera: Littlefoot, be careful!
Bron: Littlefoot, no!
Adult: Don't go! Sharpteeth are out there!
Grandma: So is our grandson.
Bron: Littlefoot, help your grandma. I can handle this one.
Grandpa: [panting] Oh, my! After all these years, we still make a pretty good team.
Grandma: Yes, we do!
Shorty: Oh, no! Cera! Pat! They need help!
[???]
Shorty: Wow, that was a great move!
Cera: You're not so bad yourself, for a Longneck.
Bron: Littlefoot. Are you all right?
Littlefoot: Yeah.
Bron: You and your friends, get up to the top. It's time.
Littlefoot: Hang on, Dad! They're coming to help us!
Ducky: I do not think so.
[Littlefoot looks back to see the Sharptooth recovering as Bron, Grandma and Grandpa climb to the top. Pat. Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike look up.]
Petrie: What happening? Where they all going?
[We zoom out to reveal the entire sky and landscape. The sun and moon is getting close as clouds formed into a swirling formation.]
Petrie: This no look good!
[They hurry up to the cliff as Shorty meets up with Littlefoot]
Shorty: What is it? What do they see?
Littlefoot: I don't know.
Bron: Hurry, Littlefoot. It's starting.
Sue: Come on, guys. Hop on.
[they both jump onto Sue's head]
Sue: Now don't look straight at the great circle. It might hurt your eyes.
Littlefoot: Wow!
[The moon started to get close as thunder roared. Below, the sharpteeth roared.]
Littlefoot: It's just like in my sleep story. The great circle's going dark. A-And then it's gonna fall! We gotta catch it!
[All the longnecks started to stretched their necks as the moon covered the sun into a full eclipse. Comets started shooting towards as Cera, Spike, Ducky and Petrie looked up in amazement. The sharpteeth from below started to leave. The moon passed the sun as the eclipse is over.]
Sue: Oh, that was incredible!
Grandma: I told you it would be something wonderful.
Littlefoot: Dad, we did it! We did it!
Bron: Mm-hmm. We all did.
Cera: I don't believe it. Longnecks saved the world. This is gonna kill my dad.
Pat: Well, kids, it was a pleasure to travel with you. Glad we fell in together. But I think it's about time for me to...
Ducky: Pat! Wait! We, uh... We had an idea. [Petrie lands by Ducky] Go on. You ask.
Petrie: Oh. Oh, okay. Um, we thinking, maybe, if you don't mind... I mean, if you wanna, uh, maybe...
Pat: Well, spit it out, kids. I'm not getting any younger. I gotta be moseyin' on.
Petrie: That's just it! Mosey with us.
Pat: Come again.
Ducky: That is the idea. Come to the Great Valley. There is lots of room.
Petrie: And no sharptooths neither.
Pat: Well, I'll be. [laughing] You really think I could?
Spike: [laughing] Uh-huh.
Grandma: [looks at Cera, Ducky, Spike, Petrie, and Pat] Sue? Does this mean you won't be walking back with us?
Sue: [giggling] Yeah. Sorry, Grandma. Actually, I'm not sorry at all. [giggling]
Grandma: It was wonderful to meet you, dear. Have a lovely journey home.
Sue: You too. Bye!
Shorty: [to Cera] Doesn't it hurt? What's the trick?
Cera: The trick is not minding.
Shorty: [the rock falls on Shorty's head grunting] Wow.
Cera: [looks at Littlefoot] Shorty, I'll be right back. [walks to Littlefoot] You don't look like somebody who just saved the world.
Littlefoot: Oh, hi, guys.
Petrie: Why are you no happy?
Littlefoot: It's my dad.
Ducky: Uh-oh. Did you two have a fight.
Littlefoot: Huh? Oh, no! He's great. That's the problem. I just found him. I mean, I didn't even know I had a dad. And now, I don't wanna lose him. I don't wanna leave Grandma and Grandpa, or you guys. But I can't give my dad up. I just met him. I don't know what to do.
Petrie: Well, me can't tell you what best for you, but we always your friends no matter where you go.
["Bestest Friend" begins]
Petrie: [singing] Sometimes friends have to leave. It's very sad but true, but this me do believe. Friends still a part of you.
Ducky: [singing] And if you go away, and live some other place. I will think of you each day, and see your smiley face.
Both: [singing] And we will always be your friends.
Cera: [singing] No matter where you are.
Both: [singing] Just around the bend.
Ducky: [singing] Or very, very far.
Cera: [singing] Wherever you will go when you reach your journey's end.
All: [singing] No matter what. We'll always be your friends.
[cut to Bron, nodding]
All: [singing] We will always be your friends. Although we're far apart.
Cera: [singing] I see you in my dreams.
Ducky: [singing] And feel you in my heart.
All: [singing] And we won't be surprised if we meet again. And when we do, we still will be your friends. Your very truest bestest friends.
Bron: Okay, then. Good job today, big guy.
Littlefoot: Thanks, Dad. You too.
Bron: Come on, son. The herd's gathering.
Bron: I can't wait to introduce you to the herd back home. I've always told them I had a son somewhere. I just can't wait to see their...
Littlefoot: Dad.
Bron: Yes, son?
Littlefoot: [sighing] Can I tell you what I've decided?
Littlefoot: I've been thinking about this a lot, and I really want to go live with you.
Bron: Well, that's great 'cause I...
Littlefoot: But I can't.
Bron: Huh? Littlefoot...
Littlefoot: Grandma and Grandpa really need me. And I need them. And my friends. You know, they came all this way just to find me. And I'm just not ready to leave them yet.
Bron: But, Littlefoot, I... I can't just leave my herd. They depend on me. I'm their leader.
Littlefoot: I know. For some of them, you're even more than that.
Bron: Yes. I know.
Littlefoot: I'm really happy I finally found you. And when I'm older, we can have some more adventures together, can't we?
Bron: Count on it. Hey, who knows? One of these days, I might drag my whole herd over to the Great Valley for a visit. I love you, son.
Littlefoot: Me too.
Littlefoot: I'm ready to go home now.
Bron: Hey, Shorty. Want a lift?
Shorty: [grabs Shorty] Whoa! H-Hey!
Narrator: And so the great herd of Longnecks dispersed. Littlefoot had found his father and had saved the world.
Pat: Come on, kids.
Narrator: For Littlefoot and his father, there would be more adventures to come, but for now, he headed for home, the Great Valley.
Ducky: I just have one question. Do we HAVE to go back through the swamp?
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