The Land Before Time VIII: The Big Freeze/Transcript

Narrator: The planet earth, a world of constant change and unpredictable weather, our home. Millions of years ago, it was home, to the dinosaurs. Although these great beasts seem so unlike us, in some ways, they weren't so different at all. Like people, they came in all sizes, and shapes, and colors. Some could jump. Some could climb trees. : Some could swim. And some couldn't. And just like all of us sometimes, some had a hard time getting to sleep.
Ducky: Whoa! Move over, Spike. I do not have room. You sure do take up a lot of space. Every sleepy time is the same thing.
Ducky: Spike! Spike! Please, not tonight. Do not make the sleep rumbles. I am so tired. Please, please, please.
Mr. Thicknose: Long, long ago, further back than anyone can remember, great creatures first crawled up from the murky ooze, onto the dry land, and thus began the age of the dino...
Littlefoot: Excuse me, Mr. Thicknose.
Mr. Thicknose: I beg your pardon.
Littlefoot: Well, if it's too far back for anyone to remember, then how do you know it even happened?
Mr. Thicknose: I, uh, well, uh, we know it happened. Well if it hadn't, we wouldn't be here.
Cera: Duh.
Littlefoot: Yeah, but how do you know the first ones came from the murky ooze?
Petrie: Me flier. Family maybe come down from high hills.
Littlefoot: And Ducky's family are swimmers. Maybe they swam right up from the Big Water.
Petrie: Wonder where Spike's family come from.
Cera: Wherever it was, it must've been a lomg walk, 'cause he's awful tired.
Mr. Thicknose: Young ones, please! Ducky, was your herd up all night gathering tree stars?
Ducky: No.
Mr. Thicknose: Then, please, try to stay awake.
[Spike chuckles]
Ducky: That is so not fair. You were asleep, too. Why does he pick on...
Mr. Thicknose: Ducky!
[Ducky gasps]
Mr. Thicknose: Could you please be a little quieter? Like Spike.
Mr. Thicknose: [clears throat] Now, uh, where was I?
Littlefoot: You were explaining where we came from.
Mr. Thicknose: Oh, yes, yes. Well...
Littlefoot: And I said, "How do you really know where we came from?" And you said...
Mr. Thicknose: I remember. Perhaps, we should talk about something else. Food gathering. I have had the opportunity to study the many methods used by different herds to gIn sustenance from the green food, which surrounds us here in our fertile Great Valley. Spiketails and three-horns employ the cranio-impactus method. Ramming trees with their head to make tree stars fall. Fliers use their wings to fly to the tip top branches.
Littlefoot: Oh, oh, oh! I know how longnecks do it.
Mr. Thicknose: Yes, Littlefoot. So do I. But I am not talking about longnecks at the moment. Now, where was I? Three-horns, longnecks, spiketails... Oh, yes. Oh, yes. [clears throat] But, perhaps the most...
Ducky: No, no, no!
Mr. Thicknose: [to Ducky] What is it now?
Ducky: Spike ate my special tree stars. My mom gave them just to me.
Mr. Thicknose: All these interruptions, I can't think straight. Here, you two move away from each other. Ducky, you go here. Spike, over there. And a perfect example of what I was just relating. Notice that some of the spiketails graze, while others are using the cranio-impactus method I spoke of earlier. These spiketails are wanderers. They come to the Great Valley every now and then on their travels, searching for food. Luckily, we have plenty here for all, and peaceful visitors are welcome.
[Ducky blows raspberry at Spike]
Mr. Thicknose: [clears throat] To continue, food gathering, perhaps the most interesting technique of all is that used by hallow horns. They bellow so loudly through the horns on their heads that tree stars just fall all around them. Of course, some trees will not give up their green food so easily. Perhaps the most reluctant is this one here, just above me. It's broad, pointed, leafy greens, though succulent to the taste, often prove too frustrating to...
Littlefoot: What do ya know? It works.
Littlefoot: I don't know why Mr. Thicknose even bothers to talk to us. We just seem to upset him.
Cera: What do you mean "we"?
Petrie: Do you really think Mr. Thicknose upset?
Cera: Well, how would you feel if someone dropped a big ol' piece of fruit on your head?
Petrie: We don't know.
Cera: Ha!
Petrie: Me do know.
Cera: Come on, Littlefoot. Forget it. Pass the ball.
Littlefoot: Well... [kicks the watermelon to Cera]
Cera: Yeah.
[they all laugh]
Petrie: Hey, over here!
Cera: [to Ducky] What's wrong with you?
Ducky: I do not know. I feel funny.
Cera: Funny good or funny bad?
Ducky: Funny bad, in here.
Cera: [gasping] You think maybe you're sick?
Ducky: I feel like there is something inside my tummy which is hot, hot, hot. Like the bubbling waters inside the mountain that blows its top. [sighing]
Cera: Oh, that. [chuckling] You're not sick. 
Ducky: Oh, good. Then, what is wrong with me?
Cera: Nothing. You're just mad.
Ducky: Mad?
Cera: Yeah.
Ducky: Really? Hmm? What do you know? I am mad. Who am I mad at?
Cera: Don't you know?
Ducky: Hmm... Well, let me see.
Littlefoot: There it goes.
Petrie: Me got it.
Littlefoot: Spike, no!
Petrie: Over here!
Petrie: Me get another one.
Ducky: I know all right. I am mad at Spike. What do I do now?
Cera: You came to the right place. If there's one thing us three-horns know about. It's being mad.
Tippy: Hiya!
Tippy's Mom: Nos, remember, Tippy, both your food. That way, you can eat more.
Tippy: Look, mama, friend!
Tippy's Mom: Why, hello there. I didn't know there were any spiketails around here. How nice! We just arrived ourselves. You and your family must come over and see us.
Tippy: Friend!
Tippy's Mom: Yes, he seemed very sweet.
Cera: That's not too bad. Only, make your mouth go down more at the sides.
Ducky: It does not go down any farther.
Cera: [sighing] Look, if you're gonna feel mad, you've gotta look mad and act mad.
Ducky: But I do not know how.
Cera: [sighing] I can see we have to start at the beginning.
["The Mad Song" begins]
Cera: [singing] When your tummy feels all sticky and hot, like it's filled with bubbly goo. And those fuzzy, buzzy things inside you head make you sad and blue. Don't go around pretending that there's nothing wrong with you. When you feel that prickly ick-ily thing. Do what the three-horns do.
Ducky: What do you do?
Cera: [singing] We get m-m-m-m-m-mad.
Ducky: How do you do that.
Cera: [singing] First, make your face all squinty and scary. Don't raise up your head. Hold your breath until you're blue.
[Ducky inhales]
Cera: [singing] And make your eyes turn red.
[Ducky exhales]
Cera: [singing] Squint your face up, wrinkle your beak like you just smelled something bad. Turn your smiley face upside-down. That's the way you look when you're mad. Now, put your hands on your hips, shoulders back. Stomp your feet in the dirt. Kick some rocks.
Ducky: Ow!
Cera: [singing] But not too hard.
Ducky: [singing] Cause that can really hurt.
Cera: [singing] Pretend that you're a sharptooth.
Ducky: [singing] I could pretend I am your dad.
Cera: [singing] Grumble and mumble and growl real loud. That's the way you sound when you're mad.
Both: [singing] When there's mad inside you or sad inside you. You've got to let what's inside out.
Cera: [singing] Give a big old snort and stamp your feet. Stick up your beak and shout. Say, "No!"
Ducky: No!
Cera: [singing] Say, "Grr!"
Ducky: Grr!
Cera: [singing] Say, "No!"
Ducky: No!
Cera: [singing] "Grr!"
Ducky: Grr!
Cera: [singing] Now you're angry! [spoken] And once you get mad, you've got to stay mad. Don't give an inch.
Ducky: But what if I start to feel better?
Cera: No, you hold your grudge until they grovel.
Ducky: Until they what?
Cera: Grovel.
Ducky: Oh. All right then. But I do not...
Cera: And when you're really, really, really mad and you've got to let out some steam, take a deep breath.
[Ducky inhales]
Cera: [singing] Throw back your head, stand on your toes and SCRE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-EAM!!!!
Cera's Dad: Ho, ho. She's mad at somebody.
Cera: See?
Ducky: I did not know being mad was such hard work.
Littlefoot: Hey, Grandpa, I... Huh? [looks at Grandpa and Mr. Thicknose] Oh, no.
Mr. Thicknose: He seems quite bright, but, regrettably, I find that he has a very negative attitude. He doesn't seem to realize that I am the oldest and wisest in the Great Valley. He needs to learn some respect.
Grandpa: Littlefoot, is that you?
Littlefoot: Yes, Grandpa.
Grandpa: Your grandmogher was beginning to worry.
Littlefoot: I'm sorry. Are you mad at me, Grandpa?
Grandpa: Why would I be mad at you, Littlefoot?
Littlefoot: [getting up] I saw you talking to Mr. Thicknose.
Grandpa: Oh, Littlefoot, I know you're not disrespectful. But, for some reason, you've goten off on the wrong foot with Mr. Thicknose.
Littlefoot: I don't know why. I try to listen and ask good questions. [sighing] Sometimes, I think he just doesn't like kids.
Grandpa: Yet, Mr. Thicknose volunteered to share his wisdom with you young ones, to give you the benefit of all the knowledge that he's gained through the years.
Littlefoot: I know.
Grandpa: [hugs Littlefoot, laughing] You know, Littlefoot, Grandm and I have you, but Mr. Thicknose has nobody. Really, he has nothing but his dignity.
Littlefoot: Dignity? What's that?
Grandpa: It's the feeling that you're appreciated, that you have something to offer, and others know it. It's a very important feeling, Littlefoot. You should never do anything to rob someone of it.
Littlefoot: I won't, Grandpa.
Grandpa: And I won't say anything to Grandma about this. It'll be our little secret.
Littlefoot: Thanks, Grandpa. [walks to Grandpa]
Littlefoot: Wow! [laughing] Wow! W-Wow! It's so beautiful. 
Mr. Thicknose: [laughing] What's that? Frozen sky stars falling on your head?
Littlefoot: Uh-huh. And when you touch them, they turn to water.
Mr. Thicknose: Noe, Littlefoot, really. Such a thing is not unheard of, but never in the Great Valley. Only in distant places that Far Walkers come here to get away from.
Littlefoot: But I saw it. I... Okay, sorry.
Mr. Thicknose: Very well. Now, to return to our previous discussion.
Littlefoot: You believe me, don't you?
Petrie: Oh, sure. Me believe you. But then, me believe anything.
Ducky: Wee! Look at me. I am a swimming Sharptooth.
Ducky's Mom: Ducky, I think Spike feels left out.
Ducky: I cannot help it if I can swim, but Spike cannot. I am a swimmer, and he is not. No, no, no.
Tippy: Hiya! Hiya!
Tippy's Mom: Well, hello there. We meet again. And where is your family, dear?
Ducky's Mom: Hello. I am his mother.
Tippy's Mom: Really? How nice!
Ducky's Mom: Well, you see, Spike lost his parents and...
Tippy's Mom: Spike. Is that his name?
Tippy: Spike, Spike, Spike.
Ducky's Mom: Yes. Anyway, there were no other spiketails in the Great Valley and...
Tippy's Mom: Until now.
Ducky's Mom: Well, yes.
Tippy's Mom: And so, you took him in.
Ducky's Mom: That's right.
Tippy's Mom: Oh, I think that's wonderful.
Ducky's Mom: Well, of course, it hasn't always been easy.
Ducky: Hey, look out, you two. Move over. Watch it! [falls in the water] Mama! Mama!
Ducky's Mom: Oh, Ducky, just swim, dear.
Tippy's Mom: It just occurred to me. Do you think Spike would enjoy visitinv my herd?
Tippy: Yeah, yeah, visit!
Ducky's Mom: Why, I don't...
Tippy's Mom: Well, no. I mean, just for the day. He could... Well, he could see how his own kind live.
Ducky's Mom: Oh, well, would you like that, Spike?
Spike: Uh-huh.
Tippy: [jumping around] Goody, goody!
Tippy's Mom: Well, I'll have him back before the Great Circle leaves the sky. Come alomg, boys.
Tippy: Visit fun!
Tippy's Mom: And if you enjoy your day today, perhaps you could even stay longer.
Ducky's Mom: [to Ducky] Shall we go back in the water, Ducky?
Ducky: Maybe later.
Ducky's Mom: That's right. Spike lost his parents. 
[Later that night, snowflakes fall from the sky. As morning came. Ducky woke up to see snow fallen.]
Ducky: Mama, what is it? Am I dreaming?
Ducky's Mom: No, dear, it's real.
Ducky: Oh, it is all sparkly.
Ducky's Mom: It's beautiful.
Ducky: Do you think Spike can see it?
Ducky's Mom: I'm sure he can, Ducky.
[Littlefoot wakes up and sees snow.]
Littlefoot: I told 'em. Wow! [he laughs as his grandparents wake up.]
Grandma: Have you ever seen this before, dear?
Grandpa: No, but I've heard of it. This is what the wanderers come to the Great Valley to escape.
Grandma: And now it's come here, too.
Grandpa: We need to talk to Mr. Thicknose.
[Later]
Mr. Thicknose: Well, uh, uh, I've never known this to happen in the Great Valley, in all my years.
Lambeosaurus: So, why is it happening now?
Ankylosaurus: This stuff is horrible. It's EVERYWHERE.
Cera's Dad: I'll say, it's SO slippery, I almost couldn't make it up the hill from my nest.
Corythosaurus: Yeah, he slid backwards RIGHT into my nose.
Cera: [laughing] It was really funny.
Littlefoot: See? White sparkles from the sky, just like I told you.
Cera's Dad: What did you say, Littlefoot?
Grandpa: Go ahead, Littlefoot.
Littlefoot: I, uh, I just saw some of the white sparkles fall the other nigh, and I told...
Cera's Dad: Told who? Who'd you tell?
Littlefoot: Um, my friends, and Mr. Thicknose.
Cera's Dad: You knew this stuff was falling?
Mr. Thicknose: The boy said something, but it seemed so unlikely.
Cera's Dad: We're really disappointed in you. We thought you knew everything.
Mr. Thicknose: So did I. [walks away]
Grandpa longneck: Uh, here come the spiketails.
Tippy's Mom: Oh, hello.
Cera's Dad: Hello. How are you doing?
Tippy's Mom: It's good to see you. Welcome.
Cera's Dad: You folks are wanderers. You must've seen this stuff before.
Stegosaurus Leader: Oh, yes. When the frozen sky stars fall, well, that's when we leave.
Tippy's Mom: But that's just us. You know, we pretty much eat all the time, and green stuff is a bit harder to find under all this.
Stegosaurus Leader: Oh, yeah.
Tippy's Mom: I think, here in the Great Valley, they will turn to water very soon.
[Spike walks to Ducky then nudged her. Ducky is still upset with him. ]
Ducky: Cut it out, Spike. I do not like that. 
Petrie: Hey, that looked like fun.
[Petrie tries to make a snowball]
Cera's Dad: Watch it, kid.
Petrie: Me sorry.
[The dino kids started to have fun.]
Cera: I'll get you for that.
[???]
Ducky: Keep them coming, guys.
[the snow hits Ducky]
Ducky: Hey!
Petrie: Good shot, Mom.
Petrie's Mom: Happy to help, dear.
[A snowball knocks petrie off the tree.]
Cera's Dad: Hey, longneck, here it comes.
[The three horn rollsl the snowball right at grandpa longneck. Everyone laughs. Later that day.]
Petrie's Mom: Well, time to head for the nest.
All: Aww.
Petrie: Night, Littlefoot.
Littlefoot: Bye, good night.
Petrie: Night, Cera.
Cera: Good night. See ya.
Petrie: Night, Ducky.
Ducky: Good night.
Petrie: Night, Spike.
Ducky: This was a good day. [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep. 
Ducky: Come on, Spike, let us go home.
Ducky's Mom: If you'd like to stay another night, it's okay.
Tippy: Yay! Yay!
Tippy's Mom: Well, come on, boys. Let's go home.
[They leaev as Ducky frowns. That night, snow continued to fall.]
Littlefoot: I like the white ground sparkles. Don't you, Grandpa?
Grandpa: Yes, Littlefoot, I do.
[Later, a snowstorm started to pick up, making the dinosaurs freeze.]
Grandpa: Do you still like the ground sparkles, Littlefoot?
Littlefoot: Maybe not as much as I thought.
Grandpa: Wait, Littlefoot. I see something you will like.
[He pulls a tree star but it flies away. Thicknose was about to eat the leaf.]
Cera's Dad: Back off, Thicknose!
Mr. Thicknose: But I'm-I'm so hungry.
Cera's Dad: So what? Everyone's hungry. There's almost no food left, and if you ask me, it's all your fault. [smashes the tree star]
Mr. Thicknose: Mine? But, I-I...
Grandpa: Come, now. You can't blame Mr. Thicknose for the weather.
Cera's Dad: Well, maybe not. But if he's so smart, why didn't he know that the white ground sparkles brought such cold with them that it killed all the food? Why didn't he warn us to store away some tree stars until warmer weather?
Mr. Thicknose: But I couldn't! I mean, how could I...
Grandpa: This has never happened in the valley before. Why would you expect him to know what it would be like?
Cera's Dad: Well, everybody says he's been everywhere, and he knows everything. If you ask me, he doesn't know much at all, and I don't think he should be allowed to confuse the young ones with his crackpot ideas.
Littlefoot: Gosh.
Grandpa: Really, Mr. Three-horn, I think you're being unreasonable.
Cera's Dad: Well, I can't help it. I'm hungry. That's why we've decided to leave. Now, don't get me wrong, just because I was yelling at him.
Grandpa: Nobody said you have to go.
Stegosaurus Leader: I know, but there's hardly enough food in the valley for those who live here all the time.
Stegosaurus: We spiketails eat more than our fair share as it is. Besides, we're used to moving around.
Stegosaurus Leader: And we'll be gone tomorrow before the Great Circle is high in the sky.
Grandpa: Good luck. I hope you find food.
Stegosaurus Leader: Well, we can't do worse than here.
[Littlefoot sighs. Meanwhile, Petrie flies over to the lake and wakes Ducky.]
Petrie: Hey, wake up. You hear the news?
Ducky: What?
Petrie: The spiketails leaving the Great Valley.
Ducky: Hmm? [hugs Petrie] Yes, yes, yes!
Grandpa: Good luck to you all. [walks away]
Ducky: [Do not worry, Spike. [shakes snow off] I am sure they will come back someday.
[Spike groans]
Tippy: Spike!
[Tippy laughs]
Ducky's Mom: I'm sorry this happened. Not all of us want you to go.
Tippy's Mom: We'll be all right. We're wanderers.
Tippy's Mom: I-I don't know quite how to ask this, but would he...
Ducky's Mom: What?! Why, no, I'm sure he wouldn't. I-I mean, we're his family.
Ducky's Mom: [sighs] I'll ask him. Do you want to go with them, Spike?
Spike: Huh?
Ducky's Mom: We'll understand, if you do. Ducky and I just want what's best for you.
Ducky: If it is SO hard to figure out, I will do it for you. Go, go, GO!
[She leaves as Spike joins in.]
Tippy: Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Oh, boy! [licks Spike]
Ducky's Mom: Goodbye, Spike. We'll miss you. [hugs Spike]
Tippy's Mom: We'll come back someday soon, won't we, Spike? When the white ground sparkles are all gone, why, we'll see each other before you know it.
Spike: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
[Spike and the stegosaurs begin to leave.]
Ducky: I do not understand why Spike would leave his own family. I mean, then what is a family anyway?
["Family" begins]
Ducky: [singing] Is it someone who looks like us? Is it someone who acts like us? Is it someome who sleeps beside us in a nest? Is it someone who speaks like us? Has a tail or a beak like us? Or is it someone that we like the best?
Ducky's Mom: [singing] I think family, family is more then being friends when you're family, family the loving never ends.
Littlefoot: I can't believe Spike is really leaving.
Cera: Maybe he wants to go with them! After all, we're not his family. [singing] He doesn't look like us, he doesn't eat like us.
Littlefoot: [singing] Yes, but he still likes to play the way we do.
Petrie: [singing] Hm, he doesn't walk like us. He doesn't talk at all!
Littlefoot: [singing] But just think of all the things that we've been through.
Both: [singing] He's family, family, though he may go away. He has always been our family.
Petrie: [singing] And family he'll stay.
Ducky: [singing] I guess someone that you like can make you angry.
Ducky's Mom: [singing] That's something that we have to rise above.
All: [singing] Though families are different, one thing stays the same.
Ducky's Mom: [singing] At the heart of every family is love. And a family, a family is something strong and fine. He will always be part of his family.
Ducky: [singing] And he will always be a very, very big part of mine. Family.
Ducky's Mom: Ducky, it-it's for his own good. Spike needs more food than we do.
Ducky: I know.
Ducky's Mom: Besides, they'll be back. You heard what Tippy's Mom said.
Ducky: I know.
Ducky's Mom: And he's never had a chance to spend time with other spiketails. He needs to be with his own kind.
Ducky: I know.
Ducky's Mom: And it's clear that they love Spike. They're patient, and kind, and...
Ducky: I know, okay? I know!
Ducky's Mom: Ducky.
Ducky: I am sorry, mama. 
Ducky's Mom: That's okay, dear. I understand. 
Ducky: Um, we told Mr. Thicknose we would meet him one last time. Is it all right for me to go?
Ducky's Mom: Of course, dear.
[Ducky gets off and leaves. Once her mom is gone she begins to leave. Meanwhile, everything is a lot colder.]
Petrie: Oh, me sure gonna miss Spike. [makes another snowball]
Littlefoot: Yeah, me, too.
Cera: Hey, if he found some friends he liked better, that's his business. I'll bet it won't be long before we forget what he even looked like. Well, maybe not.
Ducky's Mom: Hi, kids.
Petrie: Hello, Ducky Mom.
Littlefoot: Hi.
Ducky's Mom: Where's Ducky? Is Mr. Thicknose gone?
Littlefoot: Uh...
Cera: Huh?
Ducky's Mom: I was so glad when Ducky told me he was meeting with you children today. It's given her something to think about besides Spike. You miss him, too.
Littlefoot: We sure do.
Ducky's Mom: Yeah, so do I. Well, I should go. She's probably already waiting for me back at the nest. Bye, kids. Stay warm.
All: Bye!
Cera: Why would Ducky tell her mom we were meeting with Thicknose?
Petrie: That not true.
Littlefoot: I don't know. Maybe she didn't want her mom to know where she was really going.
Cera: Where was that?
Littlefoot: I bet I know.
[Far from the canyons, Ducky followed the tracks.]
Ducky: Spike! Spike! I did not think spiketails could walk so fast. No, no, no.
[Meanwhile.]
Stegosaurus Leader: Careful. Slippery here.
Tippy's Mom: Tippy, Spike, don't lag!
[Spike continues following as the two stegosaurs slide and then crashed into the herd.]
Stegosaurus Leader: What is going on back...
[The herd crashes into the leader and stop.]
Tippy: Fun, fun, fun!
The stegosaurs groan in pain.]
Stegosaurus Leader: Oh, my back.
[Meanwhile...]
Cera: So, if Ducky's gone after Spike, why don't we just tell her mom?
Littlefoot: I may be wrong. And there's no point in getting her all worried.
Petrie: Earthshake!
[It was Thicknose who had been covered with snow.]
Mr. Thicknose: What do you think you're doing?
Littlefoot: Mr. Thicknose?
Mr. Thicknose: Oh, hello, children.
Littlefoot: What-What are you doing up here all by yourself?
Mr. Thicknose: Please, Littlefoot, no more questions.
Cera: Littlefoot, come on! We've gotta find Ducky and get back before the grownups miss us.
Littlefoot: Yeah, okay. Bye, Mr. Thicknose.
Petrie: Yep, Ducky come this way for sure.
Littlefoot: Well, here we go.
Mr. Thicknose: Children!
Cera: Mr. Thicknose?
Mr. Thicknose: Am I correct in understanding that you are going into the Mysterious Beyond, without your parents' permission?
Cera: No.
Petrie: Yes.
Littlefoot: Maybe. Okay, yes, but we've got to. Ducky's out there somewhere.
Mr. Thicknose: I absolutely cannot allow it.
Littlefoot: But...
Mr. Thicknose: If your families found out that I let you leave the valley unsupervised, I could never show my face around here again. Therefore, I'm coming with you.
Cera: You are?
Petrie: Huh?
Cera: Great.
[Later]
Mr. Thicknose: Children, wait up, please! I'm not as young as I used to be.
Cera: He's not as young as anybody used to be.
Littlefoot: Don't be mean.
Cera: Why do we have to let hime come along?
Littlefoot: 'Cause if we don't, he'll tell the grownups. Besides, he's been everywhere and seen everything, he can help us find our way through the Mysterious Beyond.
Petrie: Me sure hope so.
Mr. Thicknose: There it is.
Littlefoot: And here are the spiketails tracks. Looks like Ducky followed them out of the valley.
Mr. Thicknose: Then, let us follow those tracks as well. The spiketails can't be too far ahead. They move awfully slow, you know.
Cera: Yeah, unlike us.
Petrie: Me got idea. Me fly up. Look-see if I spot Ducky up ahead.
Mr. Thicknose: I was just about to suggest that.
Petrie: [No see nothing yet.
Cera: Fly higher!
Petrie: [continues flying] Still no nothing! Getting real cold up here!
[the snow covers Petrie, ]
Littlefoot: What's the matter with Petrie?
Cera: He's sure flying funny.
Mr. Thicknose: Gracious! There's frozen water on his wings.
Petrie: Wings so heavy. Can't move 'em. [falls down]
Littlefoot: Petrie!
Cera: I can't look!
[Petrie landed in the snow.]
Littlefoot: Oh, he made it.
Cera: Yes!
Mr. Thicknose: Oh, my... That was a close one.
Petrie: Me okay.
[they hear a creak]
Mr. Thicknose: What is that noise?
Cera: Don't look at me.
[The snow started to shake and then causing an avalanche.]
Littlefoot: Look out!
Cera: Run! [screaming]
Littlefoot: Come on, this way! Go! Go!
[They start to run]
Littlefoot: Faster, faster!
[The snow caught them until they stopped at the edge of a cliff.]
Mr. Thicknose: Are you all right, children?
Littlefoot: Yeah.
Cera: Me, too.
[Petrie pops out]
Petrie: Me three.
Mr. Thicknose: Oh, my goodness.
Cera: What?
Mr. Thicknose: The pass into the valley, it's gone.
Cera: We're trapped out here?
Littlefoot: And so are Spike and Ducky.
[Meanwhile, sun is beginning to rise.]
Ducky: I will just say, "That is all right, Spike. I forgive you." And he will come back with me. [sighing] But what if he does not forgove me? Oh, no, no, no. At least spiketail foot holes are easy to follow
[She lands on a footprint.]
Ducky: These are not spiketail foot holes. I hope whatever made these foot holes just kept on going. [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep. It sure is lonesome out here. Spike! Hey, that is funny. A talkback. Spike! Huh? Even my walking has a talkback.
[She gasps, realzing that someone is behind her. She turned seeing an Albeartosaur. She screams and tries to run. She leaped and slid down the tail.]
Mr. Thicknose: Look at those rock formations. Can you imagine how long they've been standing there? Almost as if they've been waiting for us.
Cera: I know just how they feel.
Mr. Thicknose: Beautiful. Simply beautiful. I've never seen anything like it.
Littlefoot: Never?
Mr. Thicknose: Why, no, I, uh, that is, uh....
Littlefoot: Mr. Thicknose, I hate to ask this, but is this your first trip to the Mysterious Beyond?
Mr. Thicknose: Why, I... Well, I...
[They hear Ducky as she run past them.]
Cera: Ducky!
Mr. Thicknose: Oh, dear.
[The albeartosaur appears as the kids scream and ran to the top. Littlefoot turns and stops.]
Littlefoot: Petrie, Cera, help me!
[The sharptooth begins to approach Thicknose as he runs. The kids started to throw snowballs at the albeartosaur.. He roars in anger as the rest continue to make a snowball.]
Littlefoot: Hey, ugly, wanna play?
[As the albeartosaur approaches, Thicknose climbs to the top, panting.]
Littlefoot: Mr. Thicknose, get outta the way!
Mr. Thicknose: I beg your pardon. Oh, I see.
[He doges as the snowball knocks the albertosaur down.]
Mr. Thicknose: Well done!
[Ducky laughs]
Petrie: [hugs Ducky] Yay!
Ducky: I am so happy to see you. [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep. Except you.
Cera: Huh?
Ducky: This is all your fault. You told me to be angry at Spike, and now look what has happened.
Cera: Me? But I just told you to express your feelings.
Ducky: [sighing] I know. And my feelings were mad. I am sorry. I do not want to be mad at you either. I do not like being mad. No, no, no.
Littlefoot: Well, did you find Spike?
Ducky: Mm-mm. Well, at least Mr. Thicknose is here to help us find our way.
Mr. Thicknose: Yes, well, I'm afraid that, um, that is... [sighs] I think the time has come for me to confess. You see, uh, how should I put this? Uh, the actual extent of my experiences outside the Great Valley is somewhat less than I've led you to believe.
Petrie: You mean, you not been in Mysterious Beyond as much as everyone think?
Mr. Thicknose: That is correct.
Cera: How many times have you been out here?
Mr. Thicknose: Counting this trip? Once.
[Everyone gasped in shock.]
Littlefoot: How could things get any worse?
[Meanwhile, a snowstorm picked up.]
Cera: You had to ask, didn't you?
Grandma: Why, no, dear, we haven't seen Ducky anywhere.
Ducky's Mom: I'm so worried. It's getting late.
Grandpa: Would you like me to help look for her?
Ducky's Mom: No, no. You just rest and try to keep warm. I'm sure she's probably with Littlefoot and the others.
Grandma: Oh, I hope they haven't wandered far in weather like this.
[Meanwhile.]
Ducky: Spike! Spike! Spike! Spike!
Ducky's Mom: Ducky!
Cera's Dad: Cera! Cera!
Petrie's Mom: Petrie!
Grandpa: Littlefoot!
[Later, the snowstorm has stopped.]
Littlefoot: I'm glad that's over.
Petrie: Me cold.
Cera: And hungry.
Mr. Thicknose: And thirsty. I would love some water right now.
Ducky: Me, too! [gasping] Hey, there is water.
[She gets off of Littlefoot. only to land on the icy rink,]
Ducky: That water is hard.
Petrie: [touching the rink] Hey, this like what got on my wings.
[Mr. Thicknose touches a rink, and slips.]
Littlefoot: Mr. Thicknose, come back!
Ducky: Wait for us!
[They follow, slipping through the frozen lake.]
Ducky: [slipping on a rink] No, no, no!
Petrie: Stop, stop, stop!
Mr. Thicknose: That's not good.
[The ice breaks and fell into the water.]
Mr. Thicknose: My goodness! Why, this is quite warm.
Cera: And not deep. I'm standing on the bottom.
Petrie: Me, too. Well, sorta. [chuckling]
Littlefoot: This feels so good.
Cera: Why is it all warm like this, Mr. Thicknose?
Mr. Thicknose: [gets up] Why, it appears to be some sort of underground spring. See? There's hot water just bubbling up down there.
Cera: Even the rocks are warm.
Littlefoot: Mr. Thicknose, have you ever seen a place like... No, I guess not.
Mr. Thicknose: I regret to say, I haven't. But I've heard of them from wandering herds who passed through the Great Valley, and I seem to recall that where there is warmth and water, there is likely to be...
Cera: Green food! Mmm, not bad.
Littlefoot: Mr. Thicknose?
Mr. Thicknose: Yes, Littlefoot.
Littlefoot: How come you tell those fibs about how you've been everywhere and seen everything?
Mr. Thicknose: You know, Littlefoot, I never intended to become such a fibber. [chuckling] It just happened. When I was young, I was very shy. Never seen or heard. But when wanderers told of the Great Beyond, I remembered every word. As I grew older, I told those stories as if I had lived them, too. In everyone's eyes, I was good. [singing] I was wise to everyone but you.
["The Lesson" begins]
Mr. Thicknose: That is why I had such a hard time with you, Littlefoot. You're so curious, so bright, you ask such good questions, I was afraid you would catch me in a lie. Discover my secret.
Littlefoot: Rob you of your dignity?
Mr. Thicknose: Yes, I suppose so. You see... [singing] Everyone wants to be important, everyone wants to be heard. Everyone wants to be the center of the circle, where friends are hanging on your every word. No matter how close you are to an egg or how old you grow to be. Everybody need somebody to listen, even somebody like me.
Littlefoot: [singing] Everyone wants to be respected.
Petrie: [singing] Everyone wants to be liked.
[Littlefoot laughs]
Mr. Thicknose: [singing] Whether you've got three horns on your head.
Cera: [singing] Or a beak that's sharp.
Ducky: [singing] Or a tail that's spiked.
Mr. Thicknose: [singing] When you want to be more fascinating, you may say things that aren't quite true. Everyone's tempted to fib sometimes.
Littlefoot: [singing] Even someone good like you.
All: [singing] We want folks to admire us, we want someone to care.
Littlefoot: [singing] We want to make a difference.
Cera: [singing] And to know that others know we're there.
Mr. Thicknose: [singing] But everyone has their own importance. That is what I've come to see. Everyone has their own special place.
Petrie: [singing] In the nest.
Cera: [singing] In the herd.
Littlefoot: [singing] In the family.
Mr. Thicknose: [singing] Respect's not a thing you can make someone give you. It's something you have to earn. Who would've thought after all this time. There were more things I had to learn. [spoken] And thank you all for teaching me. [singing] You're never too old to learn.
Littlefoot: [sighing] I wish the grownups could be here and have some of this food.
Ducky: And Spike.
Littlefoot: Yeah, and Spike. I bet there's enough green food to last us all until the white ground sparkles go away.
Petrie: But pass in the valley closed, 'member?
Ducky: The grownups are all trapped-ed inside, and we are stuck out here.
Littlefoot: And lost.
Mr. Thicknose: No, not lost. I know that tall rocky place. That is, I've never seen it, of course, but it's been described to me by many'a traveler. The valley is just on the other side. I know exactly where we are. Not that it does us any good.
All: Uh-huh.
Mr. Thicknose: Wait. You're not thinking that...
All: Uh-huh.
Mr. Thicknose: But we can't! I mean, our type of creature doesn't... We can't climb something like that. Can we?
[Meanwhile.]
Stegosaurus Leader: It's no use. After that storm, I'm-I'm completely lost and exhausted.
[Tippy cries]
Tippy's Mom: Oh, don't cry, Tippy. We'll find food, just you wait.
Tippy's Mom: Oh, Spike, you, too? I'm so sorry. I...
[Spike sniffs]
Tippy's Mom: [to Spike] Do you smell something, Spike?
Spike: Mm-hmm.
Tippy's Mom: You smell food?
Spike: Mm-hmm. [licks around]
Tippy's Mom: Do you think you can find it?
Spike: Mm-hmm.
Tippy's Mom: Spike knows where to go. I say, we follow him.
Stegosaurus Leader: Follow him? Why, he's just a kid.
Tippy's Mom: What have we got to lose? Okay, Spike, lead the way.
Tippy: Spike, wait for me!
Mr. Thicknose: Oh, it's no good. Why don't you just leave me here?
Littlefoot: We can't do that.
Mr. Thicknose: I'm slowing you down! And, frankly, I don't think I can go another step. Of course, I could be wrong. [walks away]
[Suddenly, they realize the albertosaur has followed them. The kids scream and runn]
Petrie: What going on down...
]Ducky and Petrie scream in horror as they run higher.]
Littlefoot: Cera, hurry! Let's go!
Cera: I'm hurrying, okay?
Mr. Thicknose: What am I doing? I should be protecting these young ones, not running like a ninny.
[The kis scream as the sharptooth chases them. Thicknose pushes a large tree trunk and knocks the albertosaur down.]
Petrie: That gotta hurt.
Littlefoot: Mr. Thicknose, thanks.
Mr. Thicknose: I am delighted to have returned the favor. We owe that Sharptooth our thanks, as well. He provided just the boost I needed to get to the top.
*
Littlefoot: Yeah! We made it! Over there, the pass, through the mountains.
Mr. Thicknose: Why, yes, just beyond that rock bridge. We could walk to it.
Cera: So what? It's all blocked up, thanks to Petrie.
Petrie: No go there.
Ducky: We're almost home.
Littlefoot: Yeah, but how do we get our folks to the hot springs? Grandma and Grandpa could never climb this mountain. [sighing] If only there were a way to clear the pass.
Petrie: Oh, me no wanna hit mountain again.
Littlefoot: Maybe you won't have to. Mr. Thicknose, do you remember you taught us about the way hallow horns make tree stars fall?
Mr. Thicknose: Uh, ah, brilliant!
Grandpa: Littlefoot! Any sign?
Ducky's Mom: I can't find them anywhere. [hears a distant yelling] That's funny. Sounds just like Ducky.
Grandpa: And Littlefoot.
Cera's Dad: Cera?
Petrie: [sighing] It not working.
Mr. Thicknose: We're not loud enough.
Ducky: [gasping] But you are.
Cera: Huh?
Ducky: Cera, get mad at the white ground sparkles.
Cera: Huh?
Ducky: Get really mad. Really, really mad.
Cera: Oh, yeah. Okay. [she inhales and roars]
Ducky's Mom: Up there!
[The snow begins to crumble and the snow falls.]
Grandpa: You went where?
Ducky's Mom: You did what?
Littlefoot: It's okay. Mr. Thicknose was with us the whole time.
Cera's Dad: Oh, yeah, I'm sure he was a big help.
Littlefoot: He was! After all, he's the oldest and wisest of us all.
Littlefoot: Sorry.
Cera's Dad: That's okay. But you still got some explaining to do, young lady.
Cera: I know, daddy, but wouldn't you rather listen while you eat?
Cera's Dad: Did you say, "Eat?"
[Later at the spring.]
Grandpa: How are you feeling?
Grandma: Better than I have in ages.
Grandpa: Thanks to Littlefoot and his friends.
Cera's Dad: Yeah, you kids did okay. You, too, Thicknose.
Mr. Thicknose: How gracious of you. Mr. Longneck, I take back all that I said about Littlefoot. He's quite a remarkable young one. You should be very proud.
Grandpa: We are.
Littlefoot: Thanks, Mr. Thicknose.
Ducky's Mom: You wish Spike were here, don't you?
Ducky: I would not even complain when he hogs the nest. No, no, no. If only he could...
[She looks over and saw the stegosaurs.]
Ducky: Spike? Spike! You're back!
Cera: All right!
Ducky: Yeah!
Tippy's Mom: My goodness!
Stegosaurus Leader: Is-Is there enough to share?
Cera's Dad: Now, you, uh...
Grandpa: Of course. You're welcome.
Ducky's Mom: I never thought I'd see them playing together again. It's a wonderful sight.
[Tippy slips on the rink and bumps into Spike.]
Littlefoot: Spike, be careful!
Ducky's Mom: Spike!
Petrie: Oh, no, Spike!
Cera: The water's deeper there!
Ducky: Spike cannot swim.
Cera's Dad: Somebody help him. Quickly.
[Spike swims up, trying to break the ice]
Spike: Mama!
[Spike dsinks into the water. Ducky's mom dives in and then pulled Spike out of the water with her mouth,]
Cera: She got him! Yes!
Ducky: That is my mama. My mama did that. [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep.
[Ducky's mom put Spike down.]
Ducky: Mama, you did it. You saved him.
Ducky's Mom: Of course I did. He's my boy. [hugs Spike]
Ducky's Mom: Hmm? It's obvious who Spike's real family is.
Tippy's Mom: We'll always be grateful that you saved our herd, and you can visit us any time you like. Right, Tippy?
Tippy: Tippy love Spike!
Ducky: Ducky love Spike, too! [hugs Spike, laughing] From now on, you can make all the sleep rumboes you want, and I will never get mad again. No, no, no.
Narrator: The families would be happy here until the Great Circle began to warm the land once more, melting the white ground sparkles and allowing new life to spring up, turning the earth green again. Then they could return to the Great Valley, where they could all get a good night's sleep, even Ducky.
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