Rayman Legends Adventures in The Land Before Time 4: Journey Through the Mists/Script

Change; a word that might seem small at first glance, especially while compared to many other words that had played a part in huge events for life, but yet a simple word that had nonetheless defined huge landmark moments in history. Whether it was a huge fact, like a new era of life dawning on the planet Earth, courtesy of a disaster or some other natural occurrence, or a small fact, like a simple change in one behavior's or beliefs, the idea of change had been a never-ending phenomenon that had been present in the book of life since the dawn of time, where life was quite different than what it was now.
Millions and millions of years ago, before there were countries, cities, states or animals like horses, bears, elephants or any other organisms that would be found flourishing in the world of mankind, where they would be familiar, the Earth was filled with strange and wonderful creatures, many of which would seem almost alien to modern times. With humans having not walked the Earth at this point in the planet's history, the world was quite different, and it could only be imagined what facts were like back then. This period in Earth's history was a time of bizarre oddities, incredible prehistoric landmarks and creatures that had long since played reluctant roles in their ecosystems; the biggest of these being the dinosaurs. For millions of years, these mighty animals roamed the world in vast numbers, populating many landscapes and dominating the Earth as the overlords of their universe. However, the realm of the dinosaur, throughout its long tenure, was subject to change every now and then. The weather, the plants and the animals themselves, found themselves transforming throughout the years, sometimes developing into new forms, but sometimes often at the expense of fashions of old.
Yet, despite the changes happening in this unpredictable world, life in the Grand Valley, a lush landscape home to a variety of different dinosaur types, and the setting of some remarkable stories, remained the same. With plenty of eat and drink, an endless variety of places to explore, and a guarantee of growing and raising families, this was the perfect place for children of this realm, or visitors from other realms, to live in harmony. For one group of young friends, that couldn't be further from the truth.
Standing near a clearing in one of the valley's many forests, and eyes locked on a lone tree with lots of leaves on it, Cera, a young threehorn, growled as she picked up some dust, like a bull ready to charge, before running towards the tree and ramming it with her skull. This caused the leaves to fall off the tree and gently fall to the ground. Slightly dizzy from the experience, but proud to have knocked the leaves off the tree. Cera smirked with pride, before her two friends, Ducky, the swimmer, and Petrie, the flyer, appeared nearby; both of whom also proud of Cera for her endeavor of getting food. "Cera, you are a nice grand feeder," said Ducky, "you are."
"Let's eat," replied Cera as she and her two friends ran to the pile of leaves.
Standing before the pile of delicious greenery, they were ready to take their first big mouthfuls of food, before something suddenly shook in the pile. The trio gasped, unsure of what it could be, with Petrie grasping onto Cera's nose horn and shaking with fear. Suddenly, something poked its head out of the pile, munching on the leaves and revealing himself to the trio. "SPIKE," exclaimed the trio, recognizing this person as their fellow playmate, Spike, the spike-tail.
Everyone laughed together, amused with Spike's antics, and happy to be together. "Hey, Spike," said Cera, "where's Littlefoot?"
Meanwhile, at another section of the valley, a little dragonfly perched itself on a pink flower, before something slowly appeared and grinned down at the tiny insect. "Hello," greeted Littlefoot, the longneck, as he grinned at the dragonfly, only to see the bug fly away in a rush, "wait, don't go."
The dragonfly flew off of the curious Littlefoot, going to a small rock, before flying away towards the edge of the valley walls, all while Littlefoot playfully chased after it, having a fun time.
Meanwhile, back at the valley's edge, the dragonfly, now perched on some cycad plants, and seeing that Littlefoot was yet chasing it, stuck its tongue out at the longneck, before zipping away into a crack in the wall. Littlefoot chuckled as he followed the bug into the tiny cave, and was ready to rush after it, only to gasp in despair after realizing he was too close to a cliff edge outside the valley. Attempting to regain his footing to keep himself from falling over, he frantically skidded himself to a halt. Suddenly, he heard a bellow off in the distance. Looking out across the landscape, he saw something coming his road. "What? Wow," said Littlefoot, "who are they?"
"Who's who, Littlefoot," asked Cera as she, Ducky, Petrie and Spike appeared behind Littlefoot.
"Over there, Cera," said Littlefoot as he gestured to what he was seeing.
Littlefoot looked and saw a herd of sauropods slowly marching their road towards the valley. "Look," said Littlefoot.
"Hey, these are long necks, just like you, Littlefoot," said Ducky, who moved her arm in the air, pretending to be a longneck herself.
"Yes," said Littlefoot, "I do wonder where they came from."
Deep within one of the valley forests, at a large lake, much activity was going on with some of the valley inhabitants having come there to drink or cool off. Amongst these locals were Littlefoot's grandparents, Grandma and Grandpa Longneck. Standing near a large waterfall, the two dipped their necks in the falling water, cleaning up their necks and backs, before Littlefoot appeared nearby. "Grandma! Grandpa," exclaimed Littlefoot, getting the two's attention, "a herd of longnecks are coming to our valley."
"Yes," said Grandpa, pleased to see his grandson, "we saw them as well, Littlefoot."
Grandma approached Littlefoot and began licking his face, cleansing it of dirt and muck. "Grandma, why are you washing my face," asked Littlefoot, "it'll only get dirty again."
Grandma gave another lick to Littlefoot's face. "Because we're going to say hello to our visitors, Littlefoot," she replied, before giving two more licks to her grandson, "you want to be handsome, don't you?"
"Well, I guess," said Littlefoot, understanding her grandmother's words, "but who are they, and where do they come from?"
"It's our cousins, Littlefoot," explained Grandpa, "it's a migratory herd."
"Motocross," asked Littlefoot as he watched a family of turtles swimming side-by-side, confused by Grandpa's words.
"That means they travel and live in different places," said Grandpa.
"You mean, instead of living in the same place, like us," asked Littlefoot, who was now understanding what he was warned.
"That's right," replied Grandma.
"I-I wouldn't like that," replied Littlefoot, feeling unsure, "I like to live in the Big Valley."
"Hehehe, yes, we do as well, Littlefoot," chuckled Grandpa, "now c'mon! Let's go and welcome our cousins."
"Hehe! Alright," cheered Littlefoot, who couldn't wait to meet his cousins, "hey, do you think they have children?"
"I'm sure they do so," replied Grandpa, who followed his family and grandson out of the lake.
But just as it seemed he was going to get on solid land, Grandpa suddenly stopped just at the water's edge, feeling uneasy, before involuntarily tipping over on his left side and gently smashing into the rock wall with a thud. He wasn't hurt, but his sudden action caused everyone to swiftly turn and face him with concerned looks. "Grandpa," exclaimed a concerned Littlefoot.
"Are you alright," asked Grandma, worried.
Slowly breathing in and out, shocked just as much as everyone else, but unsure at how to explain himself, Grandpa looked at everyone and got back on his feet. "Weird, I...I suddenly felt so tired."
"Maybe we better stay here," said Grandma, who was the most worried out of everyone.
"Oh, nonsense," said Grandpa, thinking it was nothing, "I...I feel better already."
Grandpa gave his wife a big, but unconvincing grin, trying to reassure her and each other, before turning to Littlefoot. "Littlefoot, why don't you lead the road?"
"Alright," cheered Littlefoot, before rushing away to lead Grandma away to the lake, "everyone, follow me."
Grandma was also unconvinced by Grandpa's words; the latter walking alongside her husband and looking at him with an unsure look. Seeing this, Grandpa stopped and turned to her. "I'm fine, Grandma," he said, "really."
With that said, Littlefoot and Grandma resumed their walk to meet the valley visitors; their concerns for their friend seemingly eased for the moment, and knowing that nothing was going to convince Grandpa to take it easy. Grandpa grinned at the sauropod, but as they walked away, he started feeling concerned himself. Was this sudden action of his really just him feeling temporarily tired? Or was it something of bigger problems? Whatever the case, this uneasy feeling was something that he and each other had a feeling would come back at any moment.
On an open prairie, the visiting herd of longnecks marched their road through the forests, past the gathering herds of valley locals, who’d also come to welcome their visitors. Everyone chattered amongst themselves as they watched this herd, numbering in large numbers, make its riad to the top of a hill, where Grandma and Grandpa, along with Littlefoot and Cera were waiting before everyone saw the head of the visiting herd, an elderly Apatosaurus with three scar marks just behind her left eye, approach the two grandparents. “Welcome to our valley, Old One,” greeted Grandma as she and Grandpa bowed their heads towards the matriarch of the visiting herd.
“Yes,” replied the Old One, “now, warn me, how is your climate?”
“Our climate,” asked Grandma, surprised by this question, “it’s…it’s fine.”
“And your land,” asked the Old One again, “has it changed?”
“Why, no…it hasn’t,” said Grandpa.
“Sure.”
This series of questions caused the two grandparents to look at each other with confusion. Why was the Old One questioning them about the condition of their home? The Old One slowly made her road to the top of the hill, getting a brief look at the valley before her. “Of course…who knows how long that will last,” she said.
“What’s that stuffy old longneck mean by ‘who knows how long that will last’,” asked an annoyed Cera.
“Csendes,” silenced Littlefoot, not letting Cera act rude towards the visitors, only for Cera to silently scoff and walk away.
“My herd has roamed far and wide, and everywhere, things are changing,” said the Old One.
Grandma gasped upon hearing this, as did many of the other valley locals.
“Changing?”
“How?”
“Is it bad?”
As the grownups chattered amongst themselves, feeling concerned about the Old One’s words, with some even cradling their children close, Littlefoot looked upon the old matriarch, feeling uneasy himself. “Old One, are you saying changes will happen here as well,” asked Grandma.
The Old One looked out at the valley and saw a lush, beautiful paradise; a perfect place to call home, but with no predictable future ahead. “I don’t know,” she said, before turning back to her cousin, “all I do know is that once, our land was just like yours.”
In explaining this detail, the Old One thought back to a time not too long ago, where she and her herd found themselves in a very dangerous situation; one that was the result of a sudden and unpredictable turn of events. “Then…water fell from the heavens for weeks on end,” she explained as she thought back to a time of heavy rainfall plaguing her herd’s former home, “our land grew wet and soggy.”
This rainfall that was affecting the Old One’s herd was pretty heavy, with it flooding a vast majority of the pathways in the valley, and causing unrest for some of the locals, both big and small, not to mention dangerous occurrences here and there. “Strange creatures began to make their home on what was once a dry land,” explained the Old One, who thought back to an incident where one of her herd members fell into a newly formed river thanks to an unstable cliff edge and almost had his tail chomped on by a large crocodile that had just moved into the newly formed river, “other creatures moved into the trees that were our source of food.”
In explaining this, the Old One thought back on another eerie incident, where with every tree the herd could find, they found themselves being greeted by tiny creatures with glowing eyes, squeaking voices, and numbering in the hundreds. This change of events proved to be way too much for the herd, with a blanket of fog sweeping into the valley being the final nail in the coffin. “The once green land we had migrated across for years had become…the Land of Mists.”
Everyone looked at the Old One, fully shocked that her land, used for many generations, had transformed on a dime thanks to a violent combination of weather patterns. “We had no choice but to leave,” concluded the Old One.
“Does this mean that you and your herd will be staying with us, Old One,” asked Grandma.
“We stay in no place very long,” said the Old One as she began leading her herd down the hillside, “you and the other Grand Valley longnecks may join us until we leave. After all, there is safety in numbers.”
As the migrating nomads followed their matriarch deeper into the valley, Littlefoot made his road across the giant legs of the migrating herd, trying to get to Grandpa. “Um…Grandpa,” he asked hesitantly, “we’re not going to.....‘migrate’…are we?”
“Of course not, Littlefoot,” said Grandpa in reassurance, “the Grand Valley is our home.”
Littlefoot let out a big sigh of relief upon hearing his grandfather’s words, content to hear that he wasn’t going to leave the valley with his grandparents after all. Ducky, Spike and Petrie, having also heard the Old One’s story, appeared nearby. “Oh, Littlefoot, I am so glad you are not leaving. I am, I am,” said Ducky as she hugged Littlefoot’s leg, “the Grand Valley will never change. Oh, dear, oh, dear.”
Littlefoot grinned at his friends’ words, who found Ducky’s reassuring words adorable. Petrie, also glad to hear that Littlefoot wasn’t going anywhere, perched himself onto Littlefoot’s snout. “Me glad you not leaving as well,” he said as he hugged his friend, “me miss you entire bunch.”
“I’d miss you as well, Petrie,” replied an amused Littlefoot.
Suddenly, Spike started licking Littlefoot, causing him to laugh out loud and long. “Does this mean you’d miss me as well, Spike,” asked Littlefoot.
Spike nodded his head yes, showing that he’d miss Littlefoot as well, but before Littlefoot turned to Cera, who was also standing nearby, but having stayed silent about the entire fact. “Um…Cera,” he asked, “would you miss me?”
“Well…I-I…” replied Cera, unsure of what to say, before turning away from everyone with a prideful demeanor, “oohh, perhaps I would, perhaps I wouldn’t. I’m not warning.”
Everyone looked at Cera with surprised looks. “Why are you not warning, Cera,” asked a curious Ducky, “is this a secret? Is that? Right?”
“Well…if you really wanna know,” said Cera with a grin, before dashing away elsewhere, “you’ll have to catch me first.”
Littlefoot’s expression lightened upon seeing this sudden wave of playful fun arise, and he joined his friends in chasing after Cera.
Back with Littlefoot and the others, they chased Cera into one of the nearby forests, having a fun time together. “Me catch you, Cera,” teased Petrie.
“You better run fast,” added Littlefoot, who was holding up the rear of the chase.
Littlefoot made his road to an overhead log, trying to find a fast means of catching up with his friends, but as he got to the edge of the log, he heard a chuckling sound nearby. Confused, Littlefoot looked down at a leafy bush, and saw a pair of eyes looking at him from within. “Wait a moment,” he said, as he approached the bush, “is that you, Cera?”
Dipping his head into the bush, Littlefoot looked inside, before someone appeared behind him and playfully bit into his tail, before hiding again. “OW,” complained a now irritated Littlefoot, “alright, Cera. You asked for it.”
Littlefoot walked around the bush, trying to find who he thought was Cera, only to find no trace of her, or the others anywhere. 
Another chuckling sound went off nearby, catching his attention, and making him walk towards the overhead log where he once stood. The chuckling kept on going as Littlefoot looked around, before the individual who was laughing looked down at him from one of the overhead logs. Smirking, this individual chuckled, before she felt the wood underneath her beginning to break off. This caused her to fall to the ground, only stopping just at Littlefoot’s head level to see him eye-to-eye. “AAHHHH,” the two shrieked, before the young girl plummeted down to the ground.
Fortunately, the girl wasn’t injured, and Littlefoot chuckled upon seeing that she was just toying with him. Upon looking at this person, though, Littlefoot became fascinated, for this was another young longneck, around Littlefoot’s age, and looking remarkably similar to him, only with azure-colored eyes, and a much pinker body coloring. “Hey, you’re not Cera,” said Littlefoot, “you’re a longneck, like me.”
Getting to her feet, the young girl looked at Littlefoot with a grin. “I’m Ali,” she said, “what’s your name?”
“Littlefoot.”
“You, um…wanna play, Littlefoot,” asked Ali.
“Sure.”
“Sure! Not it! You’re it,” teased Ali, before rushing away again.
Littlefoot burst into laughter, before chasing after Ali. “Perhaps, but not for long,” he said as the two played together.
Meanwhile, not far off, Ducky, Petrie and Spike, all surrounding a small bush, tried poking into it, before Spike gobbled up a small section of leaves, revealing Cera hiding inside. “Alright, already,” said an amused Cera, “I’ll go warn Littlefoot I’d miss him, then would you be happy?”
“Hey, look,” said Ducky, upon seeing something going on nearby, “there are two Littlefoots.”
Everyone looked and saw Littlefoot and Ali chasing each other. The sight of Littlefoot playing with another longneck around his age. “Um…feets,” asked Ducky.
“There can’t be two Littlefoots,” said Cera, “it’s impossible, but let’s go see anyhow.”
Littlefoot and Ali kept chasing each other, having a fun time, before the latter spotted the rest of Littlefoot’s friends approaching them. Upon seeing them, Ali’s playful demeanor suddenly dropped as she gasped upon seeing them approach her. “You see? She’s not another Littlefoot,” said Cera, “she’s a girl.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” said Ducky as she approached the now hesitant Ali, “she is a girl.”
“Hi, everybody,” said Littlefoot, “this is my new friend, Ali.”
“Hello, Ali,” said Cera as Ali walked behind Littlefoot and hid behind him.
“Hi, hi, hi,” added Ducky.
“Hi, Ali,” said Petrie, “me Petrie.”
“And I am Ducky,” added Ducky, before turning to Spike, “and this is my brother, Spike.”
Spike approached Ali and nodded his head up and down, greeting her. “He cannot speak like us. Oh, dear! But he yet says hello,” said Ducky.
“And I’m Cera,” greeted Cera, “a threehorn, of course.”
Despite the positive hospitality, Ali gasped in shock. “What’s the matter, Ali,” asked Littlefoot, sensing Ali’s uneasiness.
“I’m…I’m afraid,” muttered a frightened Ali.
Everyone looked at Ali with surprise, before turning confused. “Are we eerie,” asked Ducky as everyone looked at Ali with sympathy.
“Oh, yes! Petrie ve-e-e-e-ry eerie,” said Petrie, trying to act rough, before inhaling a lot of air to make himself more intimidating, only for Ducky to laugh at his antic.
“Well, it just so happens that threehorns can be VERY eerie,” said Cera before growling and showing how rough she could be.
This caused Ali to gasp again and cower to the ground. “Cera, you're not helping,” said an unsure Littlefoot, feeling bad for Ali.
“I'm sorry,” apologized Cera.
“Sheesh, Ali,” said Littlefoot to Ali, “there’s nothing eerie about my friends. Honest. They’re really, really nice.”
“But Littlefoot....they’re not longnecks, like us,” Ali silently whispered to Littlefoot, before turning to the others, “I’m sorry, everyone. I can’t play now.”
Ali ran off, away from Littlefoot and the others, and leaving them to comment on this change of behavior. “I don’t understand why she’s so afraid,” said Littlefoot.
“Huh! She’s not afraid, she’s stuck up,” complained Cera, before walking away, “who needs her? C'mon!”
“Yes, huh,” scoffed Petrie in agreement, “who need her?”
Littlefoot, on the other hand, watched his friends walk away, before turning back to where Ali went, feeling bad for her. “Are you coming, Littlefoot,” asked Ducky.
“I-I…I guess so,” replied a bummed Littlefoot.
With that said, Ducky ran away to join the others, all while Littlefoot slowly followed her. As Ducky met up with Cera and the others, though, Littlefoot took one last look at where Ali had gone and sighed with disappointment; upset that his attempt to introduce her to his friends didn’t go so well. But before he could meet back up with his friends, though, or contemplate on why Ali was so frightened, Littlefoot heard a familiar voice in the bushes nearby. “Psst,” Ali whispered as she poked her head out of the bush, getting Littlefoot’s attention, “psst, Littlefoot, over here.”
“Did you change your mind,” asked a hopeful Littlefoot, “do you wanna play with me and my friends?”
Ali’s expression dropped upon hearing Littlefoot’s words. Upon seeing this, and how Ali was yet unwilling to socialize with his friends, Littlefoot moaned with despair. “Aw, yeesh.”
Fortunately, Littlefoot’s moment of disappointment swiftly faded until Ali started making some silly faces. Littlefoot burst into laughter over Ali’s attempts to cheer him up. The two longnecks laughed together, once again happy to be with each other, while Cera and the others, having walked a short distance ahead, noticed Littlefoot not being with them. “Where's Littlefoot,” asked Petrie.
Looking behind her, Cera saw Littlefoot playing with Ali and grew with jealous. “Over there...with her,” she said, “if Littlefoot would rather play with her, then he’s not our friend.”
Cera walked away, leaving the others in shock over her words. “WHAT,” they exclaimed.
Later that day, Littlefoot and Ali kept on playing together. Having made their road to a creek with several stepping stones, the two laughing longnecks followed each other across the creek, going past some local frogs in the process. Ali stood on one stepping rock, a few feet off of Littlefoot, while the latter tried jumping towards her, only to slip and fall into the water, wet, but alright. Ali laughed over Littlefoot’s antic, before she herself ended up slipping and falling into the water as well. Shaking off the water around her body, Ali turned to Littlefoot. “Oops, I'm sorry, Littlefoot.”
“Oh, that’s alright.”
“You’re really fun, Littlefoot,” said Ali, happy to have met her new friend, “I hope we’re friends.”
“Of course we’re friends,” replied Littlefoot, before shaking the water off his own body, getting Ali wet, “AND FRIENDS SHARE!!”
Suddenly, Littlefoot gasped upon realizing something that made him alarmed. “‘Friends’? I ran away and left them. I better go make sure they’re not mad at me,” he said as he walked off of the creek, all while Ali looked on with concern herself.
Unfortunately, Littlefoot’s attempts to find his friends did not go so well, for they were nowhere to be seen. “CERA! DUCKY!! PETRIE!!! SPIKE,” he called out, only to get no response, “I guess they all went home.”
“I guess,” replied Ali with a side smirk.
Disappointed, but knowing there was no time to dwell on this any longer, Littlefoot began walking towards a different direction. “C'mon, it’s late,” he said, “my Grandma and Grandpa will be concerned.”
Meanwhile, in a different section of the forest, having left Cera and the others themselves to turn in for the night, made their road towards the prairie where they first met the migrants.
Making their road to the open prairie, Littlefoot and Ali got out of the forest and walked towards a hill close to where the migrating herd was welcomed. Fortunately, they swiftly took notice of the migrating herd standing together and looking down at something that made them worried. The two grew with uncertainty as they approached this uneasy herd, before hearing some of them voice their worries about what was going on.
"It doesn't look nice."
"He looks horrible."
Making their road to the center of this gathering, Littlefoot got past the Old One, before seeing what was going on. "Grandma, what is this," asked Littlefoot, before turning to his grandfather, who was laying on his side, "what's wrong with Grandpa?"
"Your grandfather is very ill, Littlefoot," replied Grandma.
"Sick," asked a shocked Littlefoot, horrified by what he was hearing, "well, he's going to get better...or isn't he?"
"I don't know, Littlefoot," said Grandma mournfully, "some dinosaurs do so and...some don't."
"I've seen this disease many times in my life," said the Old One as everyone turned their attention to her, "no dinosaur is cured of it, unless..."
"Unless something," asked Littlefoot.
"Unless they eat the golden petals of the Night Rose," replied the Old One.
"The Night Rose," asked Littlefoot.
"Did you hear this? The Night Rose," said one of the herd members, knowing what his matriarch was speaking about.
"Yes, gold petals," said another.
"Sick dinosaurs eat them and get well, if they eat them in time," continued the Old One.
"Grandma, we need to get a Night Flower for Grandpa," pleaded Littlefoot.
"Old Woman," said Grandma to the Old One, "where can I find the Night Flower?"
The Old One turned around and looked out at a certain direction, knowing where the flower grew, but turning very somber and grim. "In the land we came from......the Land of Mists."
Everyone gasped upon hearing the Old One's words. "The Land of Mists," commented a shocked Littlefoot.
"Cousins, who will take me to the Night Rose," Grandma asked the gathering herd.
Unfortunately for Grandma and Littlefoot, the herd backed off, unwilling to help.
"Not me!"
"I'm not going back there!"
"You'd have to be crazy!"
"The land has changed too much," said the Old One, unwilling to help either, "longnecks aren't welcome there."
"But what about my Grandpa," asked a terrified Littlefoot, unwilling to lose his grandfather.
The Old One looked at the frightened Littlefoot and replied, "it's too dangerous."
This caused Littlefoot to sink into even deeper despair, all while the Old One looked at him with sympathy, feeling bad for the little longneck, but fearing that nothing could be done. With that, the Old One began walking away with the rest of her herd, leaving Littlefoot with Grandma and the very ill Grandpa. Ali, having heard every word about what was going on, approached Littlefoot, but before she could say anything, her mother appeared and guided her off. "C'mon, Ali, it's late."
"But Mother, can't we help at all," asked Ali, unwilling to help Littlefoot.
"I'm sorry, darling," replied Ali's mother as they walked away, "there's nothing we can do."
Now left with his family, Littlefoot grew with disgrace, before hearing his grandfather speak. "Littlefoot?"
"Yes, Grandpa," asked Littlefoot.
"Littlefoot," said Grandpa as he looked at his worried grandson, "I want you to promise me...that if anything happens to me..."
"But Grandpa, nothing will happen," replied Littlefoot, "I'll take care of you."
"You're yet very young, and Grandma isn't as strong as it used to be," said Grandpa, "if our valley changes, I won't be here to protect you. Our cousins are strong.....and she's and old blue."
"I don't think she's that smart," commented Littlefoot stubbornly.
"Littlefoot...promise me...that you and Grandma will go with them...if the time comes," said Grandpa, resigning himself to his fate.
"But Grandpa, you'll get better," begged Littlefoot frantically while everyone looked at him with mournful looks.
"Promise me," replied Grandpa again, undeterred, before closing his eyes.
"I promise," replied Littlefoot reluctantly.
Tears of despair started rolling down Littlefoot's face; the young longneck was disheartened by what was going on to his beloved grandfather, and afraid for what was going to happen next. "It's time to sleep, Littlefoot," said Grandma to Littlefoot.
"But I'd like to help you watch Grandpa," pleaded Littlefoot.
"You can help me by getting some rest," replied Grandma.
"But there is more I must do," said Littlefoot.
"Littlefoot," said Grandma firmly, but mournfully, "you're not ready to accept what the Grand Circle of Life gives us."
"No," pleaded Littlefoot desperately as more tears ran down his face.
Grandma gently nudged Littlefoot away from Grandpa's body and guided him towards his sleeping spot. "Please try to understand, little one. There's nothing we can do," she said mournfully as she and a weeping Littlefoot walked away, "try not to concern. The Grand Circle of Life also brings us many nice facts...sometimes, until we at least expect them."
As the brokenhearted Littlefoot was guided off, he took one last look at Grandpa's body and, saddened by what was going on, but knowing there wasn't anything he could do at the moment. As for Littlefoot, he was guided towards his nest by Grandma as the sun was starting to set off in the horizon. "The Circle of Life.....is simple...and deep," said Grandma.
Grandma: A quite straight forward line
That goes around and round and round
It starts at the beginning...
And that will never end
Littlefoot got into his nest and began settling in, all while Grandma continued her lullaby, before the sun eventually set, darkening the heavens.
Grandma: And that, to me,
Must surely be life's secret...my friend
For the Circle of Life continues everyday
None of us can stop it from going on its road
With each new generation, one more circle is full
On and on and on, it goes repeating.....
Repeating...repeating...repeating...
As Grandma sang her lullaby, other herds of locals were settling in for the night; some of these locals tucking their children in. Some young spiders began floating across the valley breeze, while a Pterosaur gently helped her hatchlings, all of whom saddened by what was going on as well, fly into the air; a sign of growing up and presenting the positive aspects of life carrying on.
Grandma: It nurtures the young
Until they're completely grown
And soon life's magic circle
Brings them children of their own
The family of nature...each husband and wife.....
Enhances the circle......the ever-winding circle...
The wonderful Circle......of Liiiiife!
Completing her lullaby, Grandma knelt down to Littlefoot, who was on the brink of falling asleep. "Goodnight...my little one," she said as a tear ran down her face.
With that said, Grandma slowly walked away, making her road towards Grandpa's body, all while Littlefoot watched her go. The sight of Grandpa's body, laying on the ground, caused Littlefoot's despair to come back, before he lowered his head to the ground, trying to fall asleep, only for him to moan in frustration, for this chain of events was too hard for him to accept and sleep off. But as he kept grumbling to himself, another thought came into his mind; one that instead of making him mournful, made him grow with determination. "There's something I can do. I can find the Night Flower," he whispered, before going to his feet, "I'll be back."
Littlefoot took one last look at his grandparents, with Grandma about to cuddle with her sick husband, all while remaining oblivious to Littlefoot's new plan. "Please don't worry," he said as he walked away, ready to begin his mission.
As Littlefoot was ready for his daring quest, the news of Grandpa being sick yet plaguing his mind with disgrace.
Elsewhere, Littlefoot was also about to start his mission of heading to the Land of Mists. Silently walking past a herd of sleeping Stegosaurus, and a Triceratops, Littlefoot approached the sleeping herd of migrating sauropods, trying not to make a sound. Carefully making his road through this snoozing crowd, Littlefoot made sure not to awaken any of the grownups, at last passing the sleeping Old One, before eventually reaching someone whom Littlefoot thought would be of big help. “Ali,” he whispered, trying to awaken Ali, “Ali, wake up.”
"What," asked Ali as she opened her eyes, "Littlefoot?"
"Csendes," silenced Littlefoot.
"What are you doing here," asked Ali.
"I have to find the Night Flower," replied Littlefoot.
"What," exclaimed a shocked Ali, almost blowing their cover.
"Csendes," silenced Littlefoot again, before the two of them walked away together, "will you warn me where to find it?"
"I can't, Littlefoot," said Ali, who was unsure, "it's too dangerous. The Land of Mists is filled with horrible monsters. You can't go past yourself."
"I'm not," said Littlefoot, "I'm going to ask Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike to go with me."
"But...what about me," asked Ali as she stopped in her tracks.
"Well...I...I didn't think you'd wanna come because you...you don't like my friends," said Littlefoot as Ali turned away with a mournful look, "and besides, you just said you didn't wanna go."
"I'll go," replied Ali, willing to accompany Littlefoot now, "but...but we can't take the others."
"What," asked an alarmed Littlefoot.
"You see, if we take them, it'll only slow us down," replied Ali.
"I don't know," said Littlefoot, unsure about Ali's words.
"Hurry up, Littlefoot," said Ali as she began running away, "I know the road, the others don't. We have to go now, or the grownups will try to stop us."
Seeing that Ali was unwilling to let his friends come with him, but knowing that there was no time to argue any further, Littlefoot ran after Ali, beginning his quest to find the Night Flower and save his grandfather, whatever it would take.
The following morning, across the valley premises, life carried on, despite the unfortunate news of Grandpa turning sick. Amongst these locals were Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike, who were all oblivious to what was going on. Petrie flew over some tree branches and past some lizards, while Ducky jumped over some lily pads and rocks on a creek, going past a Triceratops and a Saurolophus in the process. She made her road to dry land, where Cera and Spike were waiting. “I cannot find Littlefoot anywhere,” she said as she leaned on Spike.
“I no find him either,” added Petrie as he landed near his friends.
“Oh, he’s probably just hiding from us where he can play with that dumb old Ali,” said Cera, before pretending to be Ali, “‘oh, Littlefoot, I’m afraid! Your friends are so eerie! Keep them away! Keep them off!’”
Cera’s dramatic acting was met with laughter from the others, who found Cera’s antic funny. Cera joined in on the laughter, amused herself, but just as soon as they started laughing together, a loud, frantic voice split through the air, getting their attention. “LITTLEFOOT!!”
“That is Littlefoot’s grandma,” said Ducky as everyone reacted with shock and concern.
“LITTLEFOOT, WHERE ARE YOU,” Grandma’s voice echoed through the forest again.
“Something is wrong,” said Ducky, sensing danger ahead, “that is…that is.”
“LITTLEFOOT,” cried Grandma again.
Having searched the forest for her grandson, and finding no trace of him, Grandma walked back to where Grandpa lay on the ground, having heard Grandma’s cries for Littlefoot, stood near Grandpa’s body, concerned about where Littlefoot was. “I’m afraid he’s gone to find the Night Flower,” said Grandma to her husband, before looking out over the horizon, “oh, my brave Littlefoot.”
Looking at Grandpa’s body, and taking in what Grandma was saying, Puffin once again grew with concern over how this situation just became more complicated. “Oh, dear.”
The hot blistering sun shone down on a barren landscape. Within this silent, mysterious area, not much activity was going on, save for the wandering of two young individuals, who had just left the Grand Valley and were on a mission to find the Land of Mists. Littlefoot and Ali, having set out to find the Night Flower for Grandpa, were wandering across this dry area, trying to find their road to their intended quarry. "You're sure you know where we're going, Ali," asked Littlefoot.
"Well...sort of," replied an uncertain Ali.
"Sort of?"
"You see, my herd has moved so much......sometimes I lose track at where I am...or where I've been," said Ali, before grinning again, "but don't worry. I think we go this fashion!"
Ali led Littlefoot towards a different direction, all while Littlefoot followed her with a sigh, hoping that she was right about where she was going. Making their road across the rocky terrain, the two longnecks look around the area, before Ali shouts out to Littlefoot. "Littlefoot!"
Meeting up with Ali on a small cliff edge, Littlefoot saw the two rainbows illuminating over the waterfalls and gasped in awe. "It's beautiful."
"Ah, Littlefoot, I remember this waterfall. After all, we're going the right road," said Ali, recognizing this landmark from long ago, "let's go! We have to go through this cake."
The two friends ran down the pathway and approached the entrance to the dark cave ahead. Upon reaching the entrance, Littlefoot gazed upon the dark interior with awe. "Wow."
"Let's go," said Ali, before she and Littlefoot ran into the cave.
The two longnecks burst into joyful laughter as they ran into the cave, having a best time, and eager to explore what was ahead. Unbeknownst to them, though, this cave was not uninhabited, for in one of the cave's lakes, a pair of red eyes belonging to a large Deinosuchus poked out from the water and looked upon the two visiting children. Oblivious to this, Littlefoot and Ali ran further and further into the cave, before Ali suddenly stopped upon seeing something nearby. "Why are we stopping, Ali," asked Littlefoot.
"Dark water," said Ali as she looked at the deep end of the river they were running through, "that means it's very deep. My mother had to carry me through it."
"Is there another road through the cave," asked Littlefoot.
"I don't reckon."
"Well..." said Littlefoot, having another idea, "we're going to have to explore. Let's go."
Now leading the road, Littlefoot ran towards a separate direction, with Ali following suit. As the two children ran, the Deinosuchus watched them run away, before another creature appeared overhead; an Ichthyornis. Like the crocodile, this bird took notice of the two appearances in the cave, but remained silent about their exploring.
Not far off, Littlefoot and Ali, having made it back onto dry ground, slowly looked upon the immense variety of cave sightings around them; the former having never explored this cave in his life before and finding it fascinating. The two longnecks kept making their road through the cave, before Littlefoot spotted something up ahead. "Ali, look," he said as the two saw what looked like a pathway leading to an exit, "this looks like a path to follow. Run with you!"
The two longnecks ran toward the exit, laughing joyfully while doing so, and thinking they were going to be alright. Unfortunately, as soon as they started running down the path, they swiftly skidded their runs to a halt upon realizing that this wasn't leading to an exit out of the cave, but rather a cliff with some really sharp stalagmites poking out from the bottom. Realizing that they weren't going to get out of the cave like this, Littlefoot hesitantly turned to Ali and said, "I...think we'd better go back."
"Go back...go back...go back..." Littlefoot's voice echoed across the stalagmites.
"Who was that," asked Ali, confused.
"I don't know...but I think he wants us to go," said Littlefoot, "WHO ARE YOU?!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the stalactites. "I'm Littlefoot," said Littlefoot, thinking it was someone else speaking to him.
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the speleothem. "You can't be down there.....if you're up here, you can," asked Ali, not understanding what was going on.
"I don't think so," said Littlefoot.
Suddenly, almost as if Littlefoot jinxed himself, the ground around him and each other started shaking. This made the two extremely hesitant, before Littlefoot realized what was going on and grew with terror. "EARTHSHAKE," he cried as the stalactites above them became loose and began plummeting to the ground.
"AAHHHH," the two shrieked as they ran to get away.
Unfortunately, more stalactites began falling from the ceiling, some of which almost smashing into the two as they ran for dear lives. Barely dodging the sharp spikes, the two attempted to get further and further away from the falling wreckage, but with each moment they spent running, the more it seemed parts of the cave were coming down on them, almost as if the cave itself was trying to prevent their escape. To make matters worse, a crack in the ground started forming ahead of the two, almost stopping them in their tracks. "JUMP," cried Littlefoot, as Ali jumped over the crevice.
Ali ran further and further ahead of Littlefoot, terrified by the earthquake's disheartening tremor, before more and more of the cave started falling down around her. Shrieking for dear life, she ran as fast as she could before skidding to a halt as the ground started to settle. Swiftly turning around, though, she saw something that made her gasp in horror; a huge cave-in of rocks and spikes having blocked off the pathway, and separating her from Littlefoot. "LITTLEFOOT," she cried before rushing back to the pile of rocks, "Littlefoot? Are you alright?"
Ali tried to move one of the rocks in the pile away, but the rock was too heavy. Straining from the heavy weight of the rocks blocking her path, Ali started to despair. "I can't do this alone," she said, concerned on what to do.
Suddenly, Ali's concern turned into hope, for she swiftly gained a new idea on what to do so. "Don't worry, Littlefoot," she said to the pile of rocks, "I'll be right back!"
With that said, Ali turned around and ran back to the entrance of the cave, which was yet wide open and not cut off by the earthquake. Exiting the cave, Ali began retracing her steps back where she came, knowing straight off what to do to help Littlefoot, who was stuck on the other side of the cave-in, exhausted, but alive. Moaning from the sudden and horrific experience, Littlefoot got to his feet, before seeing the huge cave-in of rocks. "Ali? ALI," he asked, trying to find Ali, "CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"
Mournfully, there was no response. Littlefoot looked, afraid that he was now trapped in a cave-in, before looking up at the pile that was closed off from the cave entrance. The situation now having turned critical, Littlefoot contemplated on what to do now, fearing that with this cave-in of rocks, and no trace of Ali in sight, his mission could get badly delayed. Not only this, but he was also being watched by some of the cave's menacing occupants, with the Deinosuchus seeing what just happened to Littlefoot and smirking with a devious grin, eager for the right moment to strike.
Meanwhile, back in the Grand Valley, Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike, having heard Grandma's cries for Littlefoot, stood before the elderly sauropod as she explained everything that was going on. "And then, until Littlefoot's grandpa got sick...the Old Woman warned us that only the golden petals of the Night Flower could heal him. Littlefoot was so concerned about his grandfather," said Grandma before looking out over the distance again, "that's why that I know he went to the Land of Mists...to find the Flower of Night."
Everyone looked at Grandma with horrified expressions, shocked that Littlefoot took off to find the Night Flower last night. "Oh, dear, oh, dear," lamented Ducky, who was deeply concerned for her friend.
"Or perhaps he's actually playing with that dumb old idiot what's-her-name," complained Cera, yet upset that Littlefoot was choosing Ali over her.
"Her name is not her name, Cera," replied Ducky, "it's Ali. Remember?"
Spike looked at Cera and nodded his head up and down, agreeing with his sister. Seeing that Ducky had a point, and unable to argue against her, Cera turned guilty and let out a deep sigh. "Littlefoot wouldn't just be around, Cera," said Grandma, "not with his grandfather so sick. Besides, Ali is also missing."
Upon hearing this, Petrie, Ducky and Spike frowned at Cera, once again not happy with her stubborn words against Ali, and for disregarding the situation at hand. This caused Cera to give an awkward smirk, but Grandma said, "she probably knows the road to the Land of Mists. I'm sure she and Littlefoot are looking for the Night Flower."
"Don't worry," said Ducky, having an idea, "we'll go get them. Let's go, let's go!"
"No, Ducky, you mustn't," replied Grandma, shooting down this idea, "I can't risk you young ones either. The Land of Mists is a dangerous place. You must promise me.....you won't go there."
Cera and her friends looked at each other, yet horrified to learn that Littlefoot had left the valley to find the Land of Mists, and now seeing that Grandma didn't let them follow suit either. "Uh..." said an unsure Cera, before silently moving her hind leg behind her tail, "alright."
Spike moved his hing leg behind his tail as well, before Ducky and Petrie moved their hands behind their backs. "I promise," said Ducky.
"I promise as well," added Petrie.
Back with Cera and the others, they had walked their road towards a different part of the valley, yet horrified to hear at what Littlefoot was thinking. While most of them were afraid of their friends, Cera, on the other hand, was brimming with fury. "The more I think about it, the crazier I get," she complained, "Littlefoot should've asked us to go with him, unless. He wanted to go alone with his new friend."
"Yes," added Petrie, who perched onto a tall plant, "his new friend."
"Or perhaps Littlefoot thought we wouldn't want to go," said Ducky, "...perhaps."
"HA," scoffed Cera, "well, perhaps I've changed my mind. Perhaps I don't want to go after Littlefoot after all."
This harsh comment caused Ducky to gasp in shock. "Cera," exclaimed Ducky.
"Ooh, besides, who even knows where this old foggy foolish land is," asked an undeterred Cera, "I'm sure adults won't warn us."
Suddenly, but before the conversation could go ahead any further, everyone heard the sound of frantic shivering, as a figure sneaked through a patch of tall grass. "CERA...DUCKY...PETRIE...SPIKE..."
Recognizing the voice, everyone turned and, to their shock, they saw Ali appearing from the grass, exhausted and concerned, but relieved to have them. "I'm so glad I found you," she said as she walked out of the grass.
"Ali," exclaimed Ducky.
"You're back," added Petrie.
"Where's Littlefoot," demanded Cera, who wasn't happy to see Ali again.
"Littlefoot," asked Ali, trying to explain herself, "well, he's...you see, there was a horrible earthquake, and the cave collapsed, and..."
"And," everyone asked.
"You have to come now," pleaded Ali as she started running back the road she came.
"We're coming, Ali," said Petrie as he and the others rushed after Ali to join her.
The only one who didn't join her friends in joining Ali, though, was Cera, who instead frowned at Ali with a stubborn look. "Well, I'm not," she said, "why should we believe her? She probably made that story up."
"I did not," complained Ali.
"What have we done now," asked Petrie, unsure at what to think.
"What do you think, Spike," asked Ducky, willing his input.
Spike looked at Ali and sported a rather grumpy look, seemingly not too pleased that she was taking Littlefoot's attention away from him. Upon seeing Spike's face, Ali grew with despair, but as soon as Spike started frowning at her, his grumpy look swiftly faded as he grinned at Ali and ran towards her, agreeing to help her rescue Littlefoot. Grinning with joy, Ali ran with Spike to do just that. "He thinks we should go," said Ducky.
"Alright," replied Petrie as he and Ducky started running after them.
As Ali and the others took off into the grass, ready to start their trek back to the cave, only one individual remained behind. Shocked that her friends were believing Ali's story of Littlefoot being in danger, and too proud to let go of her grudge against Ali, Cera grumbled with frustration. "Ooh," she moaned before turning her back away from them; a proud exterior seemingly unflinching from the words of truth, and an uncertainty at what to do next, "oohhhh...."
Back in the cave, Littlefoot was attempting to dig his road through the cave-in. With super heavy rocks and stalactites blocking their road from reaching the other side, he strained as hard as he could to form a clearing in the pile, but this wasn't getting him anywhere fast. Straining to move a heavy stalactite from the pile, Littlefoot tried pushing it away, only to lose his strength and slide onto the ground. "Ali? ALI," he called out again, "ARE YOU OUT THERE?!"
But there was no response, and this further dashed Littlefoot's hopes. He sighed, disappointed just like everyone else over this predicament, before turning away from the pile and walking deeper into the cave. "We must find another road out."
Once again traveling through the cave, Littlefoot silently made his road across the intimidating scenery. Fortunately, the section of he was wandering had no steep cliffs, or opened crevices in the Earth formed by the earthquake. Instead, the ground was much smoother, and there were even some openings in the cavern ceiling, allowing some sunlight to shine through. Littlefoot looked at these unusual sights, finding them more beautiful than threatening, before Littlefoot stopped at sunlit spot and looked up. "At least it's not so dark now," he said.
Together, Littlefoot resumed his walk through the cave, hoping to find another road out. As he silently made his road through the cave, though, he was oblivious to another individual nearby, who was hiding in the dark shadows and had its eyes locked on him. Intrigued by this visitor, this fellow slowly made his road toward Littlefoot, making some loud footsteps with each step. Alarmed, Littlefoot gasped before turning around, thinking he was being watched. To his confusion, though, there was no one there. Carefully looking around, Littlefoot turned back around and resumed his stroll, thinking that it was probably nothing. However, as soon as he started walking again, he started hearing the sound of the footsteps behind him again. He stopped once again and turned back around, only to find no one behind him. Now very confused, Littlefoot looked at his own feet, confused by the sounds he was hearing, before suddenly, something nudged Littlefoot from behind. Alarmed, the young longneck looked underneath himself, only to be greeted by the grumpy expression of a sudden cave local. "HAAWWWWR," the local growled.
"AAHHHH," Littlefoot shrieked in shock.
Not wasting another second, he fled as fast as he could, only for Littlefoot to lose his footing and trip onto his back. "WOAAHHHH," he exclaimed.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY CAVE," demanded the local as he approached Littlefoot.
Gasping in fright, Littlefoot turned to the local and hesitantly said, "w-well, you see..."
"HAAWWWWR!!!!"
Littlefoot, alarmed that he was confronted, swiftly formed a defensive circle around himself, before he swiftly realized who he was up against; a large Archelon turtle. "HAAWWWWR!!!!"
"Hey, you don't have any teeth," commented Littlefoot, having noticed the mouth of the turtle.
The turtle growled again, but upon hearing Littlefoot's words, he calmed down and turned disgraceful. "Yes, yes, I know," he said, "I couldn't frighten anyone if my life depended on it, but you can't blame a guy for trying. This cave is a dangerous place, you know?"
"I know," said Littlefoot.
"The name's Archie," replied the turtle, before shrugging off his disappointment, "what's yours?"
"Littlefoot," replied Littlefoot.
"Then warn me, Littlefoot," replied Archie, "what are you doing here all alone?"
"I'm not alone. I'm with my girlfriend, Ali," said Littlefoot, before remembering Ali and turned concerned again, "...I mean...if she's alright, that is."
Meanwhile, as the newly formed acquaintanceships started forming, another group of friends were traversing the rocky terrain outside the cave. Having followed Ali back to where she and Littlefoot came across the cave, Petrie, Ducky and Spike followed Ali down the pathway, monitoring the area around them. "It's just around that bend," said Ali as they got closer and closer to the cave.
Eventually, everyone reached the cliffside where the beautiful waterfalls are roaring down the mountainside, all while a rainbow shone above them. Standing on the cliff, everyone gazed upon the beautiful sight that stood before them. "Oh, look," said Ducky.
"Wow," added Petrie.
"Hurry up," said Ali, knowing that Littlefoot needed his help, "Littlefoot's in the cave in front of you."
Back in the cave....
"Ali's on the other side of this wall," replied Littlefoot.
"Hoo-wee," said Archie, who was quite surprised by the huge pile of rocks, "that's a collapse. You're lucky you weren't hurt. I hope your friend was just as lucky."
"Do you think you can help me dig this," asked Littlefoot.
"Sure, I'll try. If there's a will, there's a road, you know," said Archie, who was happy to lend a helping hand, before he began pulling on one of the rocks in the pile, only to feel sore over the sheer weight by what he was trying to move, ".....or a pulled muscle."
Elsewhere, deeper within the cave, far from the huge cave-in of rocks, not much activity was brimming within the dark corners and crevices. A few scattered waterfalls gently flowed some water down into some small pools, before one of the locals slowly appeared from a dark tunnel, scanning the area for a meal. It was the Deinosuchus from earlier. Wandering the dark hallways, looking around for anything edible, this predator silently made its road down the pathway, before another cave local flew over it. This was the Ichthyornis, and it landed on the crocodile's head, causing the reptile to snarl and snap its jaws. "Relax, Dil, it's me, Ichy," said the Ichthyornis.
"Ichy," asked the croc, "you know I see nothing nice! Why are you sneaking up on me like that?"
"Uh...call it a mean streak," said Ichy with a smirk.
"Well, you saw something to eat," asked Dil.
"Nah...nothing since these baby longnecks," replied Ichy.
"Ichy, I'm hungry," complained Dil.
"YOU'RE hungry? What about ME," complained Ichy as he landed in front of Dil, "I do all the actual work here."
"You? I'll get all the food," said Dil.
"Well, you wouldn't have gotten it without me," retorted Ichy, before looking Dil straight in the eye, "I'm the eyes!"
"Well, I'm the teeth," replied Dil, showing off her teeth and growling at the bird.
"Aw, who needs you," complained Ichy.
"And who needs you," replied Dil.
Ichy: I need you like a hole in the head
Dil: And I need you like a bug in the bed
Ichy: You constantly bite the claw that feeds you
Both: WHO NEEDS YOU?! NOT ME!!
Dil: I need you like a pain in the gut
Ichy: Oh, yes, and I need you like a kick in the butt
You truly disgust the race that breeds you
Both: WHO NEEDS YOU?! NOT ME!!
Dil: Who needs you?
You creepy crawly creature,
You're ugly as sin,
Just a scraggly bag of skin
Ichy: And who needs you?
Your tail's your finest feature,
You're thick-skinned and a bore
Dragging your belly around the floor
Dil: Oh, I need you like a rock on my toes
Ichy: And I need you like a sock on a nose
I'm shocked and appalled by your behavior
Dil: Don't try being nice, because that won't save you
Both: I'm better off without you, I can see
Well, WHO NEEDS YOU?! NOT ME!!
These two individuals, having shared a rather turbulent relationship for a long time, frowned at each other for a brief moment of silence, before resuming their rants about each other's flaws, along with their beliefs on not needing each other.
Ichy: I need you like a cold Christmas in July
Dil: And I need you like a punch in the eye
Ichy: Of all the dumb beasts, not one precedes you
Both: WHO NEEDS YOU?! NOT ME!!
Dil: I need you like need a disease
Ichy: Oh-ho, and I need you like the sun needs to freeze
For fastness of mind, a rock outspeeds you
Both: WHO NEEDS YOU? NOT ME!!
Dil: Who needs you?
You cross-eyed crazy critter,
You twitter and squawk,
And you're knock-kneed until you walk
Ichy: And who needs you?
You flat-foot, four-foot quitter,
You're bitter and you're mad,
Because you're as ugly as your dad
Dil: Oh, I need you like I need some more teeth
Ichy: I lift a rock and find you underneath
I'm deeply upset by your demeanor
Dil: I know that I'm mean, but you're "de-meaner"
Both: No more unlikely pair could ever be
Ichy: The word is incompatibility
Dil: Not only that, you don't get on, you see?
Both: WELL, WHO NEEDS YOU,
EXCEPT THE RACE THAT BREEDS YOU?
WHO NEEDS YOU?!
Dil: NOT ME!
Ichy: NOT ME!!
Dil: NOT ME!!!
Ichy: NOT ME!!!!
Both: NOT MEEEEE!!
On this conclusion of their argumentative song, the two split up and went in separate directions in the cave. Dil crawled her road towards some of the cavern pillars, while Ichy flew towards a small rock; both individuals brimming with outrage over each other's faults, and unwilling to cooperate any longer.
But just as it seemed that a separation was going to occur, Ichy spotted something up ahead that made him very intrigued. Turning back around, he saw Dil walking away, before flying after her. "Hey, Dil," he said, guiding the crocodile towards his direction.
Slowly showing Dil where to go, Ichy at last flew onto Dil's head, before pointing to what he felt would be an opportunity for them both. "Csendes! It's one of the baby longnecks," said Ichy as they watched Littlefoot and Archie continuing to strain with the cave-in of rocks.
The sight of this two friends standing near the rock pile caused the two predators to brim with anticipation. "Something warns me that dinner is about to be served," said Ichy as he licked his chops.
Unaware that they were being watched, Littlefoot and Archie continued to strain with pushing the rocks away from the pile. Even with Archie's strength, and both of them working together, though, it was yet incredibly difficult to budge any of the large boulders. They strained as they pushed against one rock with all their might, until eventually they got shoved it out of the road. Despite this minor achievement, no one was feeling any better. Shivering for breath, Littlefoot looked at the large quantity of rocks left to dig through and began to despair. "It makes no sense. We'll never get through this. We need more help."
But just as it seemed hopeless for the two to continue, a series of familiar voices called out from the other side of the cave-in. "LITTLEFOOT," they called.
Hearing these voices, Littlefoot grew with shock and ecstasy. "Archie, it's my friends," he exclaimed.
And sure enough, on the other side of the pile, Ali, Petrie, Ducky and Spike, were busy digging through the pile, trying to make their road towards their loved ones. While there were a lot of heavy rocks on their side as well, there were also some lighter weight chunks of the cave, making it easier for them to dig through. "We have to hurry, you might get hurt," said Ali as they dug their road through the rubble.
"I'll get Littlefoot out," said Petrie as he grasped a rock with his feet and attempted to fly into the air.
This effort, however, did not work well for Petrie, for the rock was too heavy for him to lift up, and soon he found himself plummeting down to the ground. "WAAHHHH," he shrieked, before landing on the ground, sore and dizzy, "oohhhh....heavy."
As for Spike, he was having a much easier time rolling his section of the pile away by using his strong tail to swat the rocks off. Looking at the progress everyone was making, Puffin grinned with delight, seeing that everything seemed to be going well, only for his pride to swiftly shatter once the ground started to shake again. Alarmed as well, Spike tried keeping himself stable on the pile of rocks, before sliding down to ground level, all while everyone shrieked in terror over what they thought was another earthquake. They swiftly got away from the falling rocks and debris as Spike landed at the base of the pile, with a few tiny rocks landing on his head. Fortunately, this tremor was nowhere as bad as the previous one, and it ended in seconds. This didn't make anyone less worried, though, for they yet had a lot of work ahead of them, and they were now aware of the dangers if this pile were to become unstable.
On the other side of the cave-in, Littlefoot and Archie heard the confusion happening on the other side, and became shocked. "Sounds like a rock fall," said Littlefoot.
"Don't worry, boy," said Archie, trying to reassure his friend.
Suddenly, a loud menacing roar echoed across the cave, spooking everyone to the bone. Now frantic himself, Archie hesitantly looked down at where the roar came from. "I take it back," he said, "don't worry!"
Littlefoot looked down towards the ground and gasped in horror, for he saw two predators coming their road, with one of them flying overhead and directing the other. "Your dinner is just ahead, Dil," said Ichy as he guided Dil towards the two.
Growling and roaring savagely, Dil slowly approached the cave-in, eyes locked on her now terrified prey. "RUN," exclaimed Littlefoot as he ran down the pile of rocks.
"IN HERE, HIDE," exclaimed Archie as he hid himself in his shell.
Running down the pile of rocks, away from Dil's direction, Littlefoot got to ground level, before noticing that Archie wasn't with him. "ARCHIE," cried Littlefoot, "ARCHIE!!"
From his shell, Archie glimpsed down at where his friend was and muttered, "I can't leave the boy out there alone."
Pulling his legs and head out of his shell, Archie made his road down the cave-in, just as Dil reached the base of the pile and was ready to climb it. "Littlefoot," said Archie as he met up with Littlefoot.
"Archie, we have to slow down the descent," said Littlefoot, "pull the rope!"
"Follow me," said Archie as he swiftly led Littlefoot down the rocks, almost getting chomped on by Dil in the process.
Making their road towards a small pool of water, Archie guided Littlefoot towards a vertical crevice in a nearby wall. "In there, boy," he said as he gestured for him to go in.
Littlefoot was the first to go inside. As he made his road into the crevice, though, Ichy flew overhead and watched him trying to hide for shelter, before flying away towards Dil; his flight being noticed by Archie. "What about you," Littlefoot asked Archie.
"Don't worry," said Archie as he moved towards the pool of water, "now you see me....now you don't," he said as he hid his flippers and head underwater, with the top of his shell being the only fact visible above the water; perfectly camouflaged to make himself look like a rock.
Littlefoot backed as far as he could into the crevice, trying to avoid being seen, before Ichy and Dil appeared nearby; the former guiding the latter towards their targeted quarry. Littlefoot held his breath as Dil walked close side-by-side, before seeing her walk away, having missed Littlefoot. Ichy, however, was not fully fooled, and he flew overhead near the crevice, eyeing Littlefoot hiding within it, before flying back to Dil. Looking left and right, Dil tried finding her prey, but to no avail, before Ichy appeared in front of her. "Where'd he go, Ichy," she asked, "where'd he go?"
Ichy pushed Dil's snout towards the crevice and pointed towards it. "There," he said, "in that column."
Ichy flew back towards the crevice, this time flying not too far ahead where that Dil wouldn't lose him. Archie wasn't noticed by either of them, for they were focused on where Littlefoot was hiding. Suddenly, Dil snapped her jaws into the crevice, frightening Littlefoot hiding inside. Dil continued attempting to reach her prey, getting ticked off by the moment. Shaking her head and growling frustratedly at Littlefoot, she turned herself around before raising her tail high into the air and hitting it into the wall. Littlefoot, in hiding, gasped in horror as the monstrous croc attempted to break the crevice apart; each bash of the tail causing the walls around him to shake uncontrollably, and lots of debris to fall from above. "YES, SIR! THAT'S USING YOUR COCK," cheered Ichy, who watched from the sidelines and was enjoying Littlefoot's growing panic, before two stalactites fell to the ground close to him, giving him a fright, "AAH!! WATCH IT!!!"
Taking to the air, Ichy flew close to where the stalactites were positioned, before seeing more of them fall to the ground; a result of Dil's immense strength with breaking through the crevice. Dil, oblivious to what she was thinking, swung her tail into the wall again, scoring another direct hit, but also almost hitting Ichy. "YOW!! DIL, WATCH OUT," he shrieked.
Swiftly getting out of Dil's swinging range, Ichy landed near some fallen stalactites, before another one landed just inches away from him. Alarmed that he was almost crushed by this sudden wave of falling debris, Ichy looked up at the cave ceiling, before seeing that there weren't any stalactites left to fall on him. With that said, he leaned onto the ground and sighed with relief, only for one of the stalactites to suddenly tip over and land straight on him. "I hate it if that happens," he muttered.
Back with Ali and the others, they were yet attempting to dig their road through the cave-in, before suddenly, they felt the cave beginning to shake again. "Oh, dear," cried Ali, "it feels like another earthquake."
Another loud erupted from the other side of the cave-in; the very sound of this threatening occurrence, spooking everyone. "And it's crazy," said Petrie, who couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Spike shook in terror as Dil's roar echoed through the cave. "Very, very frustrated," cried Ducky as he held onto Spike in fear.
"What have we done now," asked an equally hesitant Petrie, "Littlefoot's in big danger!"
"Then WHAT are they all standing there," a sudden voice shouts from nearby.
Everyone looked, and to their shock, but also relieved, they saw that it was none other than Cera, having eventually arrived to help her friends. “CERA,” everyone exclaimed.
“Are we gonna save Littlefoot or not,” asked Cera, willing to get down to business.
Cera backed a few feet away from the cave-in, before suddenly charging towards it and ramming her powerful head into one of the rocks, smashing it to smithereens. Now bursting with confidence, everyone got onto the pile of rocks while Cera shook her head around, slightly dizzy from her action. Petrie took one small stone and tossed it aside, where Ducky kicked it off. Using his tail, Spike brushed the rocks aside. As for Ali, she watched everyone work together to get through the rocks; their progress now turning this situation into something that could potentially conquer. This level of teamwork fascinated her immensely, before she spotted Cera run down the pile in preparation for another charge. “Can I help, Cera,” Ali asked Cera.
“Sure,” said Cera as she charged towards the pile, before stubbornly replying, “stay out of my road.”
Unfortunately for Littlefoot, facts were yet not going well for him, as he was yet trapped in the crevice, and at the mercy of Dil’s powerful attacks breaking it down. With another swing of her tail, Dil hit the wall one last time, and this caused the walls of the crevice to eventually break apart and expose Littlefoot into the open. Gasping upon realizing this, Littlefoot could only watch as Dil slowly made her road back to the wall and tried singling him out. With her blurry vision, she looked around, trying to find her prey. “I know he's here somewhere,” she said, before eventually seeing them at last, “I SEE HIM, ICHY! I SEE HIM!!”
“Congratulations,” said Ichy as he flew onto Dil’s head, “now sic him, and remember to leave me some!”
But before Dil could launch her first attack, another individual appeared and put himself in between the two opposing sides. “BACK OFF, BELLY DRAGGER,” demanded Archie.
“What,” asked a surprised Dil.
“The boy's a snack,” said Archie, “I’m a meal!”
“Yes? Well, I call you the first curse,” replied Ichy, who wasn’t bothered, “TENDERIZE HIM, DIL!!”
Swift as a flash, Dil swung her body around, knocking Archie off his hind flippers and swatting him and Littlefoot off with her tail. Smash-landing near the cave in of rocks, the two moaned in pain from the croc’s powerful attack. Cera, ready for yet another charge, growled in fury before charging towards the cave in and ramming into it head on. This time, the wall, now very well loosened as a result of the two removing as many rocks as possible, burst with an explosion of rubble from the other side. This caught the two’s attention, the rocks bursting through the wall from Cera’s attack started falling around them. One of these rocks landed onto Dil’s head, knocking her out and knocking Ichy onto the ground. Now both predators were incapacitated, much to the two’s relief. With Ichy and Dil now out of commission, the two looked up at where the hole in the cave-in had been formed, before Littlefoot rushed up towards it. To his immense happiness, he was greeted by his friends. “CERA, PETRIE, DUCKY, SPIKE,” exclaimed Littlefoot, who couldn’t be happier to see his friends.
“You’re alright,” said Cera.
“Me miss you,” added Petrie.
“Oh, Littlefoot,” exclaimed Ducky.
Spike approached Littlefoot and gave him some affectionate licks, happy to see him as well. “How did you know where to find us,” asked Littlefoot.
“Ali came and got us,” said Ducky as she pointed towards Ali, who was standing on the sidelines, “she did so.”
“Thanks, Ali,” said Littlefoot, “I was afraid that something bad happened to you. I’m sure glad you’re alright.”
This wave of compliments from Littlefoot caused Ali to grin with modesty, before she looked at the grins brought upon her by everyone around her. By rushing back to get help, despite her insecurities of being around different species, including a group of inter-realm travelers, she helped assure that they would achieve success in this intense rescue. Looking at the rest of Littlefoot’s friends, they also grinned at her, and this made her feeling more confident in being around them…until she turned to Cera, whose rough and stubborn behavior caused her spirits to drop, especially as Cera scoffed at her again, yet unwilling to socialize with her. Everyone else noticed this and felt bad for Ali, while some grew annoyed with Cera’s attitude. “Hello,” said Archie, as he climbed up to the group, “we must get moving before that big-mouth belly dragger and her sharp-beaked friend awaken.”
“Who's he,” asked Cera, Ducky and Petrie.
“I'll explain later,” said Littlefoot, before he turned back to where Ichy and Dil were, “now c'mon.”
Luckily, Ichy and Dil were yet wiped out from the rocks falling on them, giving Littlefoot a chance to slip off unnoticed.
At last, everyone reached a clearing, far away from the cave-in, and it was here where the squad was informing everyone on what happened during their encounter with Ichy and Dil. “And then, the big-mouth belly dragger and the sharp-beak were just about to have Archie and me for dinner until you guys came to the rescue,” said Littlefoot.
“You mean I came to the rescue,” said Cera, stubbornly.
“But Ali showed us the road," said Ducky.
“And you no even come with us at first,” added Petrie as he flew in front of Cera’s face.
“Well? I yet got here, didn’t I,” complained Cera, before blowing Petrie off, “you should’ve asked your real friends to help you find the Night Flower in the first place.”
Ali lowered her head in despair; her feelings hurt from Cera’s harsh comment. “Night Flower,” asked Archie, who was confused, “what’s this about the Night Flower?”
“I have to find it to help my Grandpa, who’s sick,” said Littlefoot, “that’s why I was in the cave in the first place.”
“Well, why didn’t you say that in the first place,” asked Archie, knowing how to help, “I know a shortcut.”
Making good his word, Archie guided everyone towards a different section of the cave, but this time, this pathway full of a small river that was filtering water outside, led everyone to an exit. Everyone looked on in amazement as they approached the exit and burst with joy. “Archie, you did it,” exclaimed Littlefoot.
“Yes,” cheered Spike, “a road out!”
As everyone looked upon the exit, Littlefoot turned to Archice one last time. “Thanks, Archie,” he said, “I was beginning to think we’d never get outta that cave.”
“I want you to take good care of yourself, Littlefoot,” said Archie, “you and your friends are awfully young to be out all alone.”
“I know,” replied Littlefoot, knowing the dangers ahead, “it’s just that I have to help my Grandpa.”
“Just do me a favor and stick together,” said Archie, before smiling at everyone, “you may be little.....but together, you’re strong.”
“Don't worry, Archie,” said Littlefoot, “we’ll stick together.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” said Ducky, who was also happy to remain together with the others for this mission, “we will.”
Everyone nodded in agreement, all while Ali looked upon the camaraderie that surrounded her. She could see everyone promising to have each other’s backs for the remainder of their mission, and she started grinning again. Once again, this diverse unit of friends promising to help each other made her feel warm inside, almost like this new lifestyle could be something she could welcome into her life as well. Mournfully, as she looked at everyone, she caught sight of Cera standing nearby and scoffing at her again, yet unwilling to accept her. This caused Ali to turn back to Cera with disappointment. “Farewell, children,” said Archie, wishing everyone well for their mission, “good luck!”
Everyone else bid Archie a farewell as he slowly crawled his road back into the dark cave. With Archie now having made his road back into the cave, everyone else turned back to the exit. Ali was the first to approach the end of the river. “Littlefoot, come and see,” she said.
Everyone walked out of the cave and joined Ali in gazing upon the horizon that awaited them. Here, they saw a vast valley with marshes and forests, but also lots of misty clouds shrouding the area. The sight of this huge landscape caused some of the gang to look on in awe. “Wow,” said Littlefoot.
“Pretty,” commented Ducky.
“Is...is this it, Ali,” asked Littlefoot, who had a feeling on where they were.
“Yes, Littlefoot,” said Ali, as everyone looked out over the horizon, realizing that they had made it to their intended destination, but also knowing that while their dangers in the cave were bad enough, their biggest attempts were just getting started, “.....the Valley of Mists.”
A thick blanket of fog shrouded a large marshy forest, surrounded by tall mountains spread out over several miles. Wet, soggy and highly unpredictable, this landscape was the subject at so much change happening, whether from new creatures moving into the land and occupying the large rivers and lakes, or from sudden shifts in weather. This was the Land of Mists, the former home from which the Old One and her migrating herd of longnecks used to traverse for several generations, only to driven out until it became too dangerous for them to use anymore. With the herd vowing never to venture into this land again, and passing the knowledge of this dreaded ecosystem down to others, it seemed that this land wouldn't receive any visitors willing to explore it...until today.
Walking down to solid ground, and ready to begin the most dangerous part of their quest to find the Night Flower, Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, Spike and Ali, looked upon the foggy environment that lay ahead of them. "Stay close. If you get lost in the mists, you get lost," said Ali.
These words caused Petrie's anxiety to grow once again, causing him to whine while chattering his teeth and shaking his legs. Ducky, who was riding on top of Spike with Petrie, approached her frightened friend and said, "don't worry, Petrie. I'm here."
"I'm not afraid," cried Petrie, "I'm terrified."
The only one not so intimidated from looking at this landscape, or from what Ali was saying, was Cera, who slowly walked ahead of everyone with a proud look. Together, everyone else followed suit, with Spike gently biting onto Littlefoot's tail to avoid getting lost. "How long will it be before we find the Night Flower, Ali," asked Littlefoot.
"Not long now," replied Ali.
As the group carried on, Cera, yet unflinching, and a short distance ahead of the group, started hearing a variety of sounds coming from all around her. All of them were coming from far away, but the sight of so many unfamiliar noises caused Cera to lose her firm exterior and turn hesitant. Looking up at the heavens, she saw that it was incredibly misty and impossible to see the sun and clouds. Frightened, but keeping calm, she stood in place, afraid of what was lurking in this environment, before suddenly, a small lizard-like fashion slithered its road around Cera's feet. "AAHHHH," shrieked an alarmed Cera, before rushing to get away.
"What is this, Cera," asked a concerned Littlefoot.
Skidding her run to a halt upon reaching a cliff edge, the frightened Cera turned back to the others. "Something slimy touched me," she whined, before she saw the fog slowly get heavier and heavier.
"CERA," cried Littlefoot, before the fog got too heavy to see her.
"AAHHHH," shrieked Cera again upon realizing she was now on her own.
"She's disappeared," exclaimed Petrie.
"Oh, poor, poor Cera," cried Ducky.
"We'll find you, Cera," called Littlefoot, "don't worry."
"Alright...just hurry up," pleaded Cera, not like her predicament, "...please."
Fortunately, as soon as the heavy fog appeared, it started to fade away, revealing just where Cera was. "There she is," exclaimed Littlefoot.
Suddenly, before any of them could reach Cera, the ground started to shake again, but this time, it wasn't from an earthquake. Turning to the forest nearby, everyone saw that it was something fully different, but no less dangerous; a stampede. Getting out of the road of the stampede, this herd consisting of Struthiomimus, everyone watched as the herd made its road towards Cera. "CERA, WATCH OUT," exclaimed Littlefoot.
Cera swiftly jumped out of the road of the charging herd and hid her face. Fortunately, the herd wasn't after her, and instead, they jumped into the large river behind her. From the forest, everyone shivered from having dodged the stampede, before realizing that they were trying to get away from something, and sure enough, as soon as the herd jumped into the river, everyone heard a loud thud behind them. Turning around, they saw a huge Pachycephalosaurus standing over them and roaring savagely. "AAHHHH," everyone shrieked before getting out of the frustrated dome head's road, "AAHH!!"
Stomping its road through the forest, the growling dome head looked around his territory, before seeing something that really made its blood boil; a second Pachycephalosaurus roaring frustratedly at him. Challenged, and teeth bared, the first dome head charged out of the forest; his head dipped downward to point the thick dome towards his opponent. The other dome head did the same fact and charged right back, before the two enemies collided head on; their dome heads smashing into each other like the horns of mountain goats. "Oh, I get a headache just watching," added Petrie as they watched the fight go ahead.
"C'mon," said Littlefoot, "we must find Cera."
High above the intense activity, storm clouds began forming in the misty heavens, before they started bringing down some heavy rainfall. Lightning flashed in the heavens as Littlefoot and the others, having found no trace of their missing friend, rushed to a nearby tree for cover. "There's a tree where we can hide in," said Littlefoot as everyone took refuge underneath the branches.
"I don't like it here," said Ducky, "oh, dear, oh, dear."
Suddenly, another series of sounds started going off, this time straight above the terrified group. "What's the use," complained Littlefoot.
"I think it's my teeth....." whined Petrie, who couldn't control his shaking mouth or legs, "...or knees."
Looking up in the tree, everyone saw multiple eyes looking down at them from the branches, as squeaky voices overlapped each other, implying a large crowd scurrying up in the trees. One of these locals ended up falling from the tree and landing on Spike's snout. The little creature looked into Spike's eyes, before suddenly squeaking in terror and running towards Ducky, who shrieked in fright as the creature ran past her. "AAHHHH!!!!"
"WAAHHHH," everyone else yelled as the creature ran past their feet.
As everyone shivered from what just happened, Spike saw the tiny creature into the nearby undergrowth, seeing how afraid that tiny fellow was. "This isn't the time to eat," said Petrie as Spike looked through the bushes and plants.
A glimmer of sunshine poured through the rain clouds as the rain eventually settled. With that storm over, Spike kept looking through the undergrowth. Suddenly, he heard a silent sneeze in the flowers, before the spiketail saw the small creature that fell from the tree. It was a small, furry mammal that looked like a mouse; a Megazostrodon. Rubbing his nose, the tiny mammal looked up and saw Spike looking down at him. Grinning up at Spike, the little mammal gazed upon the curious and gentle spiketail, before Spike grinned and wagged his tail back and forth. The tiny mammal repeated the same motion with his own tail, before Spike tilted his head sideways, like a dog, to which the mammal did the same thing. Fascinated, and having made a new friend, Spike gave the tiny mammal some affectionate licks. "He doesn't seem eerie to me," said Ducky as she looked at the mammal.
Curious about Ducky, the mammal jumped onto her and gave her a hug. Ducky giggled as she hugged him back. "Oh, dear, oh, dear. He's cute. He is," she said, before feeling the fur all over his body, "he has tickling fuzz all over him. I'll call you Tickles. I am."
Tickles, liking his name, squeaked with delight. "Tickles, have you seen our friend Cera," asked Littlefoot.
Squeaking to get everyone's attention, Tickles ran to the highest branch and pointed towards a separate direction. "Petrie take a look," said Petrie as he flew overhead to get a better view himself.
"I think he sees her," said Littlefoot.
"I see her as well," added Petrie.
Back with Cera, she lay on the edge of her cliff, having stayed there during the rainstorm. "OVER HERE," cried Ducky, getting the Triceratops' attention.
"OVER HERE, CERA," added Littlefoot.
"CERA," added Petrie.
"I see you," replied Cera happily, relieved to have found her friends at last, "hey!"
But this moment of relief was short-lived, for just as it seemed Cera was about to meet back up with her friends, the ground underneath her suddenly cracked, sending her into the river. "AAHHHH," she shrieked as she plummeted into the water.
Resurfacing above water, Cera attempted to keep her head above the surface. "I CAN'T SEE!! AAHHHH," cried Cera as she attempted to swim, "HEEELLLPPP!!!"
"HOLD ON, CERA," cried Littlefoot as they ran after their friend from the cliff edge, "WE'LL THROW YOU OFF A VINE!!"
"HURRY UP," begged Cera, before she bumped into a dead tree almost submerged into the water and catching hold of it.
"CERA," exclaimed Littlefoot, "CATCH THIS!!"
Swinging the top of its rope in the air, like a lasso, she swung it down into the raging river. The lasso landed in the water, just inches away from the panicked Cera, before she saw it float nearby. Cera dove her head into the water, catching the rope with her mouth. Now Cera had a best grip on her rescue device. Suddenly, the tree Cera was holding onto became loose, catching her off guard and causing her to lose control on both the tree and the rope. The tree resurfaced, with Cera attempting to hold onto it, before she found herself unable to stay on and plummet into the water again. "AAHHHH!!!!"
Underwater, Cera attempted to swim her road back up to the surface, but the current was too strong. "C'mon, let's pull her up," said Littlefoot, before catching the rope and pulling it towards the land, "PULL!!"
Working together, everyone pulled as hard as they could, desperate to save their friend. "DRAW," exclaimed Littlefoot as they strained, "SHOOT!!"
"That's it, guys," said Jean-Bob as he saw Cera get pulled closer and closer to safety, "keep it up! We almost had her!"
"FIRE," exclaimed Littlefoot again as they kept pulling, with Cera now just a few feet off of being pulled back up onto the cliff.
Unfortunately, as Cera watched as her friends attempted to pull her to shore, and as it seemed she was going to be fine, she spotted a familiar-looking pair further downriver coming their road, eyes locked on her and their friend onshore. To her full horror, these two were none other than Ichy and Dil, having left the cave themselves and now about to attack. Flying onto the rope, his very presence shocking everyone onshore, Ichy spoke to everyone trying to save their friend. "Thanks for showing us that shortcut," he mocked, before chomping the rope and tearing it up, fully shattering their rescue attempt, "TO DINNER!!"
"AAHHHH," shrieked Cera as she was swept downriver again, "AAHH!!"
"GOT YOU NOW," exclaimed Dil before she opened her jaws and chomped down.
However, all that Dil ended up munching on was a stray log that was floating nearby, Ichy watched as Dil, realizing that it wasn't meat that she was biting into, spat out pieces of the log, clearly disgusted by what she almost ate. "You ugly belly dragger, that wasn't food, that was a log," complained Ichy as he landed on Dil's head.
"I thought it tasted funny," commented Dil, before something small struck her in the head, "OW!! You hit me!"
"I didn't," replied Ichy, before muttering to himself, "that's not a bad idea."
Suddenly, Ichy was also struck in the head by something flying through the air. "OW!! What did you do that for?"
"Did what?!"
Suddenly, the two found themselves in the midst of a shower of rocks. "That," said Ichy, before seeing what was going on, "oh, it's these rotten little edibles."
Sure enough, onshore, Littlefoot, Ducky and Spike were throwing small rocks brought to them by Petrie and Tickles down on the two predators, trying to divert their attention away from Cera. She, however, was not the only one showering attacks on Ichy and Dil. As the attacks went on though, Ali looked down at where Cera was and saw her grasping onto a submerged rock, stopping her from going any further downriver. "You guys keep them busy," said Ali before rushing towards an incline leading to where Cera was, "I'll save Cera."
"ALI, NO," added Littlefoot, "IT'S TOO STEEP! YOU'LL FALL!!"
"Don't worry, I..."
Unfortunately, as soon as Ali set foot on the incline, she swiftly tumbled down to the incline. "AAHHHH," she shrieked as she rolled further and further down, before smashing into a broken tree near the water.
And to make matters worse, Ichy saw Ali’s tumble down the cliff and quickly became intrigued. “How nice, dessert,” he said, willing to change targets, “head for shore, Dil. My sweet tooth calls.”
“But Ichy, you know the routine; dinner first, then dessert,” replied Dil.
“What’re you, my mother,” asked an irritated Ichy, before flying ahead, “c'mon!”
“ALI,” cried Littlefoot, trying to awaken Ali.
“WATCH OUT,” added Ducky.
“WAKE UP,” added Petrie.
Moaning and dizzy from her fall, Ali didn’t move, as Ichy and Dil got closer and closer to shore, eyes locked on her. Ali made her road towards the water before jumping on a few rocks, a part of the tree root, before eventually jumping onto a nearby Dil’s back. “I’m a-coming Cera,” she said as Dil, having noticed Ali on her back, tried shaking her away.
Meanwhile, for Ali, she rode Dil’s back, standing at the top of the huge croc’s tail, before Dil ended up swimming near where Cera was. “What,” asked Cera, before seeing that Ali was coming to her rescue and grabbing her tail.
Ali pulled Cera onto Dil’s back, as the croc became more and more restless. Seeing Dil swimming nearby, but also seeing Cera and Ali on top of her, caught hold of Cera’s tail, before she was pulled onto Dil himself. Now with all two children on her back, the frustrated croc jumped through the air, trying to shake them away. “AAHHHH,” they shrieked as they held on for dear life.
Fortunately, they managed to hold onto the croc’s back, and as Dil was ready to shake herself around, she smashed nose first into the tree near the shore. This flung her body upwards, allowing Ali and Cera to jump onto the tree and climb to safety. “Hurry up, Cera,” said Ali, “belly-draggers can’t climb.”
Recovering from her crash, Dil looked up and saw the two friends climb back up the cliff, away from their striking range. Ichy, with his head poking out from the root he had smashed through, frowned at Dil with disgust. “You let them get away.”
“Me? It was your fault,” complained Dil as she approached her partner.
“You’re dreaming, now be silent!”
“YOU be silent!”
“OH, YES?! WELL, YOU’RE THE ONE WITH THE BIG MOUTH!!”
“OH, YES?! I OUGHT TO...”
As the two predators argued on, Ali and Cera finally got onto the cliff, safe at last. Shivering from her near-death experience, Cera took several deep breaths, spooked that she almost drowned and was almost eaten, but beyond relieved to yet be alive, before she looked up at Ali. Upon doing so, she became filled with awe upon realizing something: this longneck whom she’d dismissed and treated unfairly just risked her life to save her, and thanks to her, she was back on the safety of land, and away from Ichy and Dil. Blown away by this realization, no longer feeling upset, and having new thoughts on this longneck, she formed a smile. “Thanks, Ali,” she said.
“You’re welcome,” replied Ali, happy to have helped.
Cera and Ali, who were mostly focused on each other, kept grinning at one another, before Cera, no longer harboring any ill will towards Ali, turned to everyone else who stood nearby. “HEY GUYS! YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ANYMORE!! ALI AND ME ARE FRIENDS,” she said, resulting in a big cheer going up amongst everyone.
With Cera having been rescued from the raging river, Ali led everyone further into the Land of Mists, going into a forest that was slightly less misty than near the river. "Well, you see, with my pack moving around so much, I never had to know anyone but other longnecks," said Ali.
Everyone looked at Ali, now understanding why she was initially reluctant about meeting them, but this moment of worry faded as Ali grinned and turned to the others again. "But after everything that's happened, I know now that it's grand to have all kinds of friends," she said as she looked at everyone, "in all shapes and sizes as well."
Everyone looked at each other, happy for Ali opening up about the idea of having a nice variety of friends, whether they were of different species, or of different viewpoints with beliefs of their own. This also caused Littlefoot and Cera to look at each other; the very essence of Ali's words causing them to remember how they first met, and how they at last formed an extremely strong bond with each other. Seeing how far they'd come with each other, and seeing how Ali was potentially on her road to follow in the same footsteps, they turned back to Ali, before she started explaining her newfound respect for her newly formed outlook on life.
Ali: It takes all sorts to make a world
Short and tall sorts, large and small sorts
To fill this pretty planet
With love and laughter
To make it grand to live in tomorrow...
And the day after.....
Littlefoot: It takes all types without a doubt
Dumb and wise types, every size types
To do all...the facts...that need to be done
Littlefoot, Cera and Petrie: To make our life fun
Find our place in the sun
Ali: And the brightest fashion,
The rightest road,
According to reports is simply to
Take...all...sorts...
Everyone else, agreeing with these words of life, expressed their beliefs as well, happy to share this music number together as they traveled further and further across the land.
Cera: It takes all sorts to make our day
Petrie: Smart and slow sorts
Ducky: High and low sorts
Ali and Cera: To make the world we live in
A place worth being
To try and make our future a future...
Really worth seeing
All: We need all types
To make our road
Littlefoot: Tried and true types
Cera: Me and you types
All: To create...a world...that's really worthwhile
That knows how to grin,
How to do facts in style
Ali: Well, the surest and
Securest fashion
Which everyone supports is simply to
All: TAKE...ALL...SoooooOOOORTS!!!!
The gang of friends journeyed on, embracing the idea of a world with variety and diversity as the best fashion to one life's worthwhile; any insecurities about life, or each other, now history, and the bonds of friendship having grown stronger than ever.
However, while Littlefoot and the others had their bonds strengthened and destined to stay that fashion for years on end, quite the opposite was going on with a different group of individuals; these two brimming with fury over their current predicament. Yet trapped in the tree with only his head sticking out, Ichy looked upon the cranky Dil, who was doing nothing to help him. "Stop your shivering, Dil, and get me out of here," he complained.
"Get yourself out," replied Dil.
"And ruin my feathers," asked Ichy crankily, "listen, Leatherhead, we have to find these children, and you can't do it without me."
"Alright," replied Dil, reluctantly agreeing to comply.
Eyes locked on the tree, Dil slowly started to open her jaw, much to Ichy's growing fear. "No, Dil, remember the best times we had," pleaded Ichy before Dil suddenly chomped on the bottom section of the tree, "WAHAHA!! Not this close next time, Lumphead!"
Spitting out the bark in her mouth, Dil turned to the upper section of Ichy's tree, and reared up on her hind legs. She chomped on that part of the tree, causing Ichy to fall to the ground, free from the tree at last, except for a section that yet remained around his neck. "Now look what you've done," complained Ichy as he looked at the wood surrounding his neck, "how are you going to fix this?"
Turning to Ichy, seemingly serious by his words, Dil growled silently before licking her lips and opening her jaws wide. "No, Dil," begged Ichy, once again fearing for dear life, "IT'S ALRIGHT!! NO-NO-NO-NO...."
But Dil lunged forward and chomped onto the wood surrounding Ichy's neck. This caused a burst of dust to form around the Ichthyornis, and as it subsided, Dil saw a very frustrated bird looking at her with some ruffled and messed up feathers all around his head; a clear result of his mocking of Dil, and being on the receiving end of his own insults.
Later that evening, Ichy and Dil, having begun their search for Littlefoot and the others, marched through the forests and marshes. Trying to find their quarry, but having no success, both were very tired from the long search. "Ichy, we've been looking for these children for hours," suggested a tired Dil, "how about some eye rest?"
Letting out a big yawn, Ichy, who was riding on top of Dil's head, replied, "you're right, Dil. You continue while I take some snooze."
"But, but..." said a suddenly hesitant Dil.
"Hey, wait," complained Ichy, "who's the eyes around here?"
"Ichy, you know I can't see," said Dil.
"Yes, but if you keep moving, we're bound to run into something sooner or later," said Ichy, before settling himself in for the night, "good night."
Now on her own, Dil was ticked off over Ichy's laziness. "One of these–––DOH," she ranted, before bumping into a tree, "...days, Ichy––DOH!!"
Having bumped into two trees in a row, Dil resumed her walk in a separate direction. "One of these–––DOO," she complained as she bumped into another tree, "oh, forget it! DAUOW," she ranted before she bumped into another tree; a clear sign that their attempts to find their quarry were not going to go as smoothly as they thought.
Meanwhile, in a different section of the valley, far, far away from the two, Littlefoot and the gang were yet on the move, trying to find the Night Flower. By now, they were walking through a grassy field, but it had also gotten very dark, with the valley mist continuing to shroud a lot of the starry heavens, blocking out the moonlight. "Where are we going to get there," asked Cera, who wanted to rest, "my corns hurt and I'm hungry."
Spike, seeing that they were surrounded by grass and some tall plants, chomped on some of the foliage. "I know, Cera, but we have to keep going. We have to find the nightshades for my grandfather," said Littlefoot, before turning to Ali, "we're almost there....are we, Ali?"
"I think so," said Ali, who wasn't sure herself, "you see...I've never really seen the flowers before."
"You haven't," asked a shocked Littlefoot, before Ali mournfully shook her head no.
"Well, Littlefoot," replied Ali, "you tried to sell me a stolen Night Flower?"
"Oh," moaned a saddened Littlefoot.
Everyone else grew with disappointment as well, for they had no fashion of knowing where to go now, and with already a lot of time lost, they started to despair, not to mention get sleepy from the long walk to get here. Ducky let out a big yawn and said, "I'm very, very tired. I am."
Spike and Tickles also yawned, sharing Ducky's sentiment. Eventually, Littlefoot yawned himself, at last feeling too tired to carry on. "Perhaps we should rest for a while."
Agreeing with Littlefoot, everyone else spread out and started forming their own sleeping groups within a few feet of each other. Ducky approached an already sleeping Spike and Tickles and cuddled in front of the former. Petrie flew onto Littlefoot and cuddled onto his neck. Cera, glad to eventually be given a chance to rest, approached Littlefoot and lay down next to him. Ali, seeing Cera cuddle next to Littlefoot, grew with despair, feeling left out again. However, Cera opened her eyes again and moved a few inches away from Littlefoot, allowing Ali to join in. Flattered, and happy that Cera was no longer jealous, Ali cuddled in between her and Littlefoot, before they all drifted into deep slumber. The grassy blades and plants swayed with the evening breeze as the clouds started slowly pulling off, revealing a complete moon.
As the night carried on, though, something started happening to some of the plants. They started flowing their blades way up towards the heavens, just underneath the complete moon, before one plant started pulling off its leaves and blossoming into a beautiful golden-colored flower. Another plant started doing the same, and then another, then another, then another, until eventually, like magic, the grassy fields became flooded with golden glowing flowers that illuminated in the night like fireflies. A truly beautiful sight, that was, but for everyone who was asleep, they were oblivious to the incredible transformation that had just happened around them. Luckily, this was not bound to last long, for Spike slightly opened his eyes, before realizing what was going on. He grew with fascination and joy, before Tickles awakened and saw what was going on as well. Getting to his feet, Spike turned to Ducky and licked her in the face, trying to awaken her. "I don't need a bath, Mum," muttered Ducky in her sleep, before cuddling onto the ground.
Spike gently nudged Ducky towards one of the glowing flowers, trying to wake her, before she was placed on her bottom and faced with a nearby flower. Slightly opening her eyes, Ducky looked upon the beautiful plant that stood before her. "How beautiful....a golden flower....." she muttered, yet barely awake.
Suddenly, Ducky opened her eyes wide upon realizing what she was looking at. "Golden flower," she exclaimed, before turning to Spike, "Spike, it's the Night Flower! That's it!"
Spike nodded happily in agreement, before Ducky turned to the others. "Wake up! Wake up! We were looking for the Night Flowers, but the Night Flowers found us," she cheered as she hugged a few flowers together with joy.
Everyone was awoken by Ducky's words, and swiftly grew with astonishment. Looking upon the flowers that surrounded them, Littlefoot and the rest of the gang looked upon the gorgeous flowers with big grins. Littlefoot couldn't believe his eyes, before he ultimately realized that these were exactly what they were thinking about; the very facts that he had spent so long to find. "We found them, Grandpa," he said before bursting into cheers with everyone else, "WAHOO!!"
Everyone burst into cheers again before laughing together; a mission to find the Night Flowers a big sucess, and everyone knowing that all that was left was to gather them up and begin the long trek home.
With the Night Flowers successfully found, Littlefoot led his friends down through the grassy field. A few Night Flowers were put on Spike's back, with Ducky and Tickles looking upon them and the golden glows they were giving. The sight of the flowers being carried through the Land of Mists gave everyone a lot of hope that they'd succeed in their mission in no time. "If we continue like this, we'll make it tomorrow morning," said Littlefoot as he walked side-by-side.
As everyone continued on with the flowers in their possession, eager to get back to the Grand Valley before morning. However, just as it seemed it would be smooth sailing, someone appeared from the grass in front of them from the grass and stopped them in their tracks. "Surprise," exclaimed Ichy, "you're not going anywhere but the interior of our stomachs. Right, Dil?"
Crawling through the grass, agreeing with Ichy, and ready to strike, Dil revealed herself to the shocked gang, jaws wide open and sharp teeth bared. Everyone shrieked in terror as the two predators were ready to attack. Turning around the other road, everyone fled from Ichy and Dil, who swiftly gave chase, unwilling to let their victims get away again. Managing to get a decent lead, everyone took refuge behind a large boulder, and hid themselves as best they could as the two predators appeared nearby, trying to find them. "They're hiding out here somewhere," said Ichy silently who rode on Dil's snout, before seeing the boulder, "I bet it's behind that rock."
"What kind of rock," asked Dil, who couldn't see well in the dark.
"It doesn't matter, just stay close to me," whispered Ichy as he got onto the ground, "I'll sort them out, and you'll catch them."
Liking this idea, Dil growled silently in agreement, before following Ichy towards the rock. From behind the large boulder, everyone held their breath, trying not to make a sound. Unfortunately, as they were ready to glimpse at what their enemies were, Ichy suddenly appeared above them, frightening them all, causing them to shriek once more. Using his sharp talons, he caught hold of Petrie and swiftly flew back towards Dil, much to everyone's horror. "Look what I've found, Dil," said Ichy as he showed Dil the captured Petrie.
Dil opened her jaws and lunged towards Petrie, but Ichy suddenly flew backwards, causing the large croc to miss her intended target. "Hey, what'd you do that for," complained Dil.
"Because this skinny snack is barely enough for ME," replied Ichy, who was unwilling to share.
Infuriated, Dil lunged towards Petrie again, but Ichy flew around the enraged croc, sparking another fierce argument between the two. "You are so selfish," raged Dil.
From their hiding place, everyone watched as the two predators bickered over who was going to eat Petrie, and frantically concerned for their friends' safety. "What have we done," whispered Cera with concern.
Tickles, however, was in no mood to wait any longer. After squeaking to the others about his plan, he scurried towards the bickering two. Ichy and Dil, too focused on each other, were too busy arguing to notice him coming. "I AM NOT," snapped Ichy to Dil, "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S INDEPENDENT!!"
Tickles rushed to the tip of Dil's tail and pulled it towards Ichy, who had seen enough of arguing against Dil. "He's mine and THAT'S FINAL," argued Ichy who opened his jaws and was ready to chomp down on Petrie.
However, just before he could bite into the hopeless flyer, Tickles eventually brought the tip of Dil's tail towards Ichy's beak, causing him to chomp on the tail by mistake. This caused Dil to gasp in pain from Ichy's attack, while Ichy, realizing what he just did, hesitantly looked at his partner, before spitting the tail out. "Blaugh," he spat, not liking Dil's taste, "Dil...I didn't do anything."
With the two predators distracted, Petrie seized his chance and rushed back to his friends. He hugged with Spike, relieved to have made it out of that jam alive, before Tickles met back up with the others and got onto Cera's back. Together, they silently ran into the forest, hoping to avoid being heard by the two arguing predators, who were yet focused on each other. "Honestly, it wasn't me," begged Ichy, trying to stop Dil from attacking him.
But suddenly, before Dil could bite Ichy, the two of them heard a snapping sound coming from the forest. Turning around, they saw Littlefoot and the others trying to escape, only to stop upon realizing that they were compromised. "It's them," ranted Ichy as he and Dil started pursuing their prey again, "they're right there!"
Dil roared in fury as she and Ichy chased after their fleeing prey. Not wasting another second, Littefoot and the others swiftly fled into the forest. They shrieked in terror while the two frustrated predators ran after them, fiercely determined to catch them. Rampaging through the bushes, and breaking through any stray tree roots in her path, Dil roared viciously as she and Ichy continued the chase. Everyone kept running for dear lives, ultimately getting out of the forest, and approaching a ditch, where a small river flowed far underneath ground level. Running over a log perched on top of a ditch like a bridge, everyone kept fleeing as fast as they could. "Stay together, everyone," said Littlefoot.
As everyone ran, though, one of the Night Flowers lost its balance on Spike's back and fell onto the log. Everyone, however, was too busy running to notice, except for one individual. "Oh, dear," said Ducky, before she jumped off Littlefoot and ran to retrieve the flower, "come back, flower. We must stay together."
Unfortunately, this attempt to retrieve the flower left the little swimmer vulnerable, for just as she was about to pick up the flower, she looked up and saw Ichy and Dil appear with their eyes locked on her. "AAHHHH," shrieked Ducky as she caught the flower and ran.
As for the others, they made it to the other side of the ditch, but Littlefoot heard Ducky's shriek and turned back around. "DUCKY," he cried.
Unfortunately, Ducky's attempts to flee were all for naught, because Ichy, seeing her as easy prey, grasped onto her with his talons, stopping her escape. "I'll save you, Ducky," said Petrie as he flew straight towards Ichy.
Petrie flew towards Ichy, and attempted to strike him down, but Ichy, having noticed him too soon, dodged the Pteranodon's attack. "PETRIE," cried Ducky.
"GET AWAY," demanded Ichy, "GO! LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
But Petrie frowned furiously at Ichy and flew straight towards him. Catching hold of Ducky's tail, Petrie attempted to pull Ducky to safety, but Ichy pulled back himself, refusing to let go. "LET GO," demanded Petrie.
But Ichy refused and instead pulled harder, resulting in a pretty serious game of tug-of-war. Unable to get out of the road in time, Ichy was smacked across the face by Puffy's wing, and this caused him to release Ducky. Unfortunately, this action was so sudden, that it also caused Petrie to incidentally release Ducky, sending her plummeting into the ditch. "AAHHHH," she shrieked as she fell.
Ducky kept falling and falling until she splashed down into the river, hard. Everyone gasped in terror upon seeing this happen. "No," whined Cera.
"Ducky," lamented Petrie as he flew to the water, only to see just the Night Flower surface, "...Ducky."
"Oh, dear," lamented Littlefoot.
However, as soon as everyone began fearing the worst, Ducky resurfaced above the water, albeit knocked out cold. Her limp body floated above the surface, before another fact appeared just below her. To everyone's horror, it was none other than Dil. Petrie gasped in fright over the sight of the huge croc, before seeing Ducky's body on her snout. "PUT MY FRIEND DOWN," demanded Petrie.
But all Petrie got in response was Dil growling at him and sending him off with her breath. Dil looked at the unconscious Ducky laying on her snout, before Ichy appeared overhead. "You found her, Dil," he said.
"I did so? Then she's mine," said Dil, before she flung her snout upwards, sending Ducky into the air, before opening her jaws wide.
"DUCKY," cried Littlefoot.
"WAKE UP," added Cera.
"WATCH OUT," added Ali.
Ducky began falling, with Petrie having failed to catch her in time. "DUCKY," he cried.
"DUCKY," everyone else cried as well, fearing for their friend.
But as everyone watched in horror as Ducky began falling into the ditch, another individual, horrified just like everyone else, attempted to shout. "Duh...duh...DUCKYYYYYY!!!"
Everyone gasped upon hearing this sudden voice, before seeing that it was coming from Spike. Shocked to hear that he spoke, everyone stared at him in alarm. Thankfully, Spike's loud cry for his sister awakened Ducky at last, just as she was falling. Shocked to have heard the voice, she looked upwards, before realizing where she was falling. Looking down, she saw Dil's wide opened jaws, ready to snap her up. Gasping in terror, Ducky caught an overhead branch and managed to stop herself from falling any further, just before Dil snapped her jaws shut. Confused, Dil looked around, wondering why she didn't catch anything, before suddenly feeling the branch smack into her head multiple times. "Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-OW," complained Dil, before the branch stopped smacking her.
On the branch, Ducky grew dizzy from all the swinging around, before feeling her sore head. Grasping her head, she attempted to come out of her dizzy state, before seeing Dil resuming her attack. Lunging out of the water, Dil tried to snap up Ducky from the branch, only to miss and fall back into the water. This wasn't going to stop the hungry crocodile, though, for she jumped up at the terrified Ducky again to catch her. Now Ducky was trapped on the branch, just inches from death. "We must do something," said Littlefoot as he was ready to carefully make their road down the wall, "c'mon!"
However, just before he could climb down to retrieve his friend, Ichy reappeared over him. "You're next, my little diet delights," mocked Ichy as he turned to Littlefoot.
Ducky, who was yet holding onto her branch, was more focused on Dil, who kept attacking her. "Oh, dear, oh, dear," she whined.
But just as it seemed it was game over, Ichy's injured body was sent flying into Dil's mouth, going deep into her throat, before Dil chomped down on him. Ducky watched as Dil landed in the water, shocked that Ichy ended up getting chomped on by Dil, but beyond relieved to yet be alive, as was everyone else, Petrie flew towards Ducky and escorted her to safety, while Dil swam away, thinking she caught her prey at last. "DON'T SWALLOW, DIL," shrieked Ichy from inside Dil's mouth as he attempted to get out, "IT'S ME, ICHY!!"
"Ichy," asked a confused Dil, shocked that she ended up swallowing Ichy.
"OPEN UP, YOU IDIOT!!"
Opening her jaws, Dil watched as Ichy was beaten up in exhaustion and extremely frustrated, Ichy flew down towards Dil and said, "you almost ATE me!"
"But it was an incident, Ichy," said Dil, who felt bad, "I didn't see you."
"Of course, you didn't see me," mocked Ichy, having none of it, "YOU CAN'T SEE YOUR OWN NOSE AT THE END OF YOUR FACE! YOU'RE USEFUL!!"
This insult caused Dil to grow frustrated herself. "'Useless'? Without me, YOU'D STARVE!!"
"I WOULD NOT," retorted Ichy.
"YOU WOULD AS WELL," snapped Dil.
"WOULD NOT!"
"WOULD AS WELL!!"
"WOULD NOT-WOULD NOT-WOULD NOT!!!"
"WOULD AS WELL-WOULD AS WELL-WOULD AS WELL!!!!"
"THAT'S IT, DIL," yelled Ichy upset, eventually having seen enough.
"I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU, ICHY," snapped Dil, also having had it with her partner.
"FROM NOW ON..."
"I'M GOING ALONE," the two of them yelled at each other.
With that said, the two now-former partners split up in separate directions, with Ichy heading downriver. He shivered heavily for breath, before he started slowly lose height in the air. This, however, was the last of his problems, for as he turned back, he saw Dil raising her tail into the air, ready to strike him. "NO," he exclaimed as he tried getting away, only for Dil's tail to strike his already broken body and send him flying far off, "YAAOWWWW!!!!"
Ichy shrieked as he was sent flying off, at last eliminating him as a threat for real. Frowning at where Ichy fell, Dil was furious, content that Ichy was gone. "That'll teach him," commented Dil, relieved that Ichy was gone herself.
Dil began swimming upriver, ready to strike out on her own, but as soon as she did so, she ended up bumping into something that was standing in front of her in the water. "Wait, what," she asked, before turning confused, "who's there?"
Too blind to see what she was faced with, Dil could only look up and see what was staring down at her with frustrated eyes. It was a huge plesiosaur with frowning yellow eyes, and a mouth complete with razor-sharp teeth. The plesiosaur let out a loud, anguished shriek before moving its head down and almost chomping into a now terrified Dil's snout. "UH...UH...ICHYYYYYYY," shrieked Dil as she swam for dear life, with the plesiosaur hot on her trail and chomping at her, at last chasing her out of view, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "STEELE!!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the ditch. Back with Littlefoot, he got himself back onto solid ground, before he turned his attention to an exhausted Ducky. "Ducky," exclaimed Littlefoot.
"Are you alright," asked Ali as she looked at Ducky.
"I...guess so," said Ducky, "...but I thought I heard Spike speaking."
"He did, Ducky," said Littlefoot happily, "Spike spoke so."
Amazed, Ducky got to her feet as everyone turned to Spike, who was just as happy as everyone else that Ducky was safe. "Oh, Spike, I am so happy," said Ducky as she gave Spike a big hug, "you've spoken! Yes, yes, yes! You did so!"
Spike gave Ducky an affectionate lick, happy to have spoken up to help her, before the two siblings looked at each other with big grins, hearing the frustrated Deinosuchus shout his name.
At last, everyone made their road back to the cave where they first entered the Land of Mists, but as they stood at the base of the exit, ready to leave the valley behind, they found themselves saying a farewell to one of their traveling companions. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us, Tickles," asked Littlefoot.
Tickles squeaked back at Littlefoot, agreeing to stay behind in the Land of Mists with his family. "Do you think we'll ever see each other again, Ali," Cera asked Ali.
"I hope so," replied Ali as everyone turned back to Tickles, "the country is changing. Perhaps we'll all move in together one day."
Tickles and Spike nuzzled together, bidding each other a farewell. Everyone else bid Tickles a farewell as well as he began making his road back home. Before leaving, Tickles took one last look at all of his friends, and waved a farewell to them all, wishing them luck, and hoping to one day see each other again, before scurrying away to return to his family. Everyone happily wished Tickles luck as well, before they began making their road through the cave, ready to resume the trek back home; a dangerous quest now behind them, and the Night Flowers in their possession at last.
Evidently, after a long, but smooth journey, everyone made their road to the edge of the Great Valley, where they passed a small cave and came out on the other side. Here, they saw the morning sun shine high above the valley, and the countless forests, prairies and rivers that helped make such a gorgeous landscape. To everyone, it felt grand to be back in the Great Valley once again. “We’re home,” said Cera.
But while everyone looked out at the valley with joy, Littlefoot grew with worry, for he was yet gravely concerned. “Y-Yes. I hope my Grandpa’s yet......” 
Unable to complete his sentence, Littlefoot stopped and looked out at the valley with concern. Cera, knowing they yet had limited time, said, “c'mon, Littlefoot. We should hurry up.”
Down in the valley, yet laying on the ground, and barely moving a single muscle, Grandpa lay motionless, all while Grandma looked over her husband with concern until they heard a familiar voice coming from nearby. “Grandma?”
Looking up towards the voice, Grandma immediately recognized it before she saw Littlefoot appear before them. “Littlefoot,” said Grandma.
“We’ve bought the Night Flowers, Grandma,” said Littlefoot as he stood before the two grownups.
“Oh, Littlefoot,” said a relieved Grandma as she nuzzled with Littlefoot, beyond thankful that he came back.
“Is…is Grandpa...alright,” asked Littlefoot hesitantly.
Grandma looked at Littlefoot with worry before turning to Grandpa. “He’s so weak,” she said, near tears.
“Don't worry, Grandma, the night flowers will make him well again,” said Littlefoot as he looked at Grandpa’s body, "the Old One said so."
“I hope she was right,” said Grandma, before looking at Grandpa’s body again, “…and I hope it’s not too late.”
“C'mon,” said Littlefoot to his friends, “let’s hurry up.”
With that said, everyone gathered around Grandpa, with Spike delivering the Night Flowers to the sick sauropod. With the little strength remaining in his mouth, he munched down on whatever flowers he could console, slowly moving his mouth up and down, and allowing the flowers to travel down his throat. “He ate as much as he could,” said Grandma as she and everyone else stood side-by-side, “now, all we can do is wait.”
Everyone held their breath, hoping that it wasn’t too late to save their friend. They watched as Grandpa remained motionless, before he slowly moved his head around the ground. “Littlefoot,” he asked weakly.
“Grandpa,” asked Littlefoot as he approached his grandfather.
But Grandpa didn’t respond, much less move. Fearing that it was no use, Littlefoot turned mournful and lowered his head in disgrace, thinking it was already over. However, as he started to sink into despair, one of Grandpa’s eyes opened up and looked upon the young longneck. “Well…hello there, Littlefoot,” said Grandpa as Littlefoot looked up and saw that Grandpa was awake.
“Hello yourself, Grandpa,” replied Littlefoot as he and his grandfather grinned at each other.
“How are you feeling, darling,” asked Grandma.
“Oh, much better,” said Grandpa as he leaned his neck upwards to look at his wife, “I think Littlefoot’s golden flowers are working.”
“Does that mean Grandma and I won’t be leaving the Grand Valley after all,” asked Littlefoot.
“That’s right,” replied Grandpa with a grin.
“Littlefoot,” asked Cera, who stood nearby with the others.
“He’s alright,” exclaimed Littlefoot happily, “my Grandpa’s gonna be alright!”
On these words, everyone burst into happy cheers. They had successfully cured Grandpa, and the worst was now officially over. Everyone cheered and laughed with joy, beyond relieved that Grandpa was alright. Amidst the cheering though, Petrie thought of something else going on. “I think I should be going now.”
Ducky gasped upon hearing Petrie, before realizing what he meant. “You are right, Petrie. Our mummies and daddies are probably very concerned.”
With that said, Littlefoot’s friends bid their friend a farewell, before they started rushing away to find their families and let them know that they were back home at last. As for the army, they bid them a farewell, before turning to Littlefoot and his grandparents and wishing them a farewell as well. They started walking away, before Puffy stopped to see Littlefoot happily embrace with his grandparents. She grinned with joy upon seeing her friend have this precious moment with his family before letting out a big sigh of satisfaction; a dangerous quest over, a medicine successfully delivered, and best of all, a family together again, with the worst of a serious health emergency now history, and a guarantee that facts were going to be just fine.
Later that same day, Littlefoot and the others gathered around again for something fully different. With Ali having returned all safe and sound, and ready to begin another trek outside the Great Valley, the Old One watched as her herd was ready for another big migration. “Listen up, everyone,” she announced, “we will be leaving in just a few moments.”
As the Old One supervised the herd, Ali ran back to Littlefoot and the others, ready to say a farewell to them. “Farewell, Littlefoot,” she said to Littlefoot, “I know we’ll see each other again someday.”
“I know we will as well,” replied Littlefoot.
“Thanks for being my friend, Cera,” said Ali to Cera.
“Aww…heee…” said Cera, feeling a little awkward, but yet happy to have let go of her disdain for Ali and become friends with her.
“Farewell, Petrie,” said Ali to Petrie, “I’m gonna miss you an entire lot as well.”
Ali gave Petrie a lick on the face, causing Petrie to blush. “Awww, jeez,” he said.
“I’ll miss you and Spike as well, Ducky,” said Ali to Ducky and Spike.
“And we will miss you very, very much. We will,” replied Ducky, before turning to Spike, “but Spike speaks now, where he can warn you for himself. Go ahead, little brother.”
Everyone agreed and urged Spike to say something, eager to see what he’d say. Spike, forming a grin, opened his mouth, before suddenly dipping his head downwards and chomping on some plants. Everyone looked at him with bewilderment, seeing that he chose food instead of speaking, but they all grinned at the spiketail with amusement. “Yes, yes, yes,” said Ducky, who didn’t mind Spike’s antics at all, “Spike can speak...until he wants to.”
Everyone burst into laughter, happy for Spike. Flattered, and thankful to have met them all, Ali nodded at them, thanking them for everything, before everyone saw Ali’s grinning mother approach the group, waiting for her to come. “Well, farewell,” said Ali to her friends before joining her mother.
Everyone wished Ali a farewell as she joined her mother in leaving the Grand Valley. They stood on the hilltop together, watching their new friend leave. Ali took one last look at the group standing together, vowing never to forget them, before turning back towards her mother and joining her and the rest of the herd in beginning their migration all over again. Littlefoot and the others watched as she walked on, at last disappearing from view. The group started to walk away, but Littlefoot stayed standing on the hill, looking on at where Ali once stood, before thinking back on his whole experience with her. From the day they first laid eyes on each other, their time together swiftly grew into a series of memories that Littlefoot found incredible. For the first time in his life, he had found someone who was another young longneck, like him, and someone who loved to play, had a strong sense of adventure, and was willing to put aside traditional taboos to become a better person; the most prominent of which being her letting go of her fear and becoming friends his group of diverse friends, from his friends in the Grand Valley. It wasn’t an easy path to get this far, nor was it easy to see if it would work, but the fact that it paid off extremely well made Littlefoot feel so proud. The fact that Ali was one of his cousins made this series of accomplishments all the more satisfying to him. Thinking back on all the memories made during their latest adventure, Littlefoot grinned, before remembering some of Ali’s words on what could potentially happen in the future between them and the others. “‘Perhaps we’ll all move in together one day.’”
On these words, Littlefoot took a deep breath and turned away from the hill himself, heading back to his grandparents. For Littlefoot, his latest adventure had come to an end, with the migrating dinosaurs having left the Grand Valley for lands unknown. That, however, was alright, because Littlefoot knew he had plenty more adventures lying ahead in the future, and he also knew in his heart that he, along with his friends, Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike, would indeed see each other again one day…but that was another story. For now, he was content to be back home at last, and see Grandpa completely recover and get back on his feet; a guarantee that he would face whatever came next with his family as a strong unit, and that all was calm once again…in the land before time.
Executive ProducersSHERYL STAMPS LEACHDENNIS DeSHAZER
Supervising ProducerJIM ROWLEY
Senior ProducerJEFF GITTLE
DirectorFRED HOLMES
WriterTROY CHARLES
Consulting ProducersLINDA HOUSTONBEN VAUGHN
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 • MAURICE SCOTTBaby Bop's Voice • JULIE JOHNSONBaby Bop's Costume • JEFF AYERS
Cast:Stephen • CHASE GALLATINDanny • JEFFREY HOODHannah • MARISA KEURSKim • ERICA RHODESMiss Etta Kette • BRICE ARMSTRONGScooter McNutty • TODD DUFFEY
Production ManagerCHARLOTTE SPIVEY
Associate DirectorTERRIE DAVIS
Writing CoordinatorPERRI VERDINO-GATES
Art DirectorELIZABETH SAGAN VELTEN
Wardobe SupervisorLISA 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 BJ 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 © 1996 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.