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CHAPTER SEVEN: THE VENDETTA
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“What did they do?” Cera asked.
“A good many things.” said Tryus gruffly. “It all started when Angus started to bully me as a lad. Angus loved pushing around those who he thought were weaker than himself. He stole my food and beat me up. He was a real jerk. Finally, one day, I stood up to him and fought him. We’ve been fighting ever since. It’s always been one or the other of us trying to get even against whomever won the last fight.”
“Yes, and his kids started picking on me.” said Topps. “They nicknamed me Topsy. Tria here happened to pick it up.” said Topps.
“I thought they were being funny at first. It sounded like a cute nickname. I had no idea.” said Tria defensively.
“I’m not blaming you.” said Topps.
“They pushed him in mud and stole his food. They constantly beat up on him.” said Tryus.
“And you never did anything about it?” grumbled Cera angrily.
“He has to learn to be tough.” said Tryus.
“Yes.” said Topps, nodding.
“That is too much!” protested Cera.
“No, you need to learn to stand tough and not back down!” said Tryus.
“I know that, thank you. I stood up to Bambo and the others who didn’t think a girl should be in the Threehorn Gathering.” snapped Cera.
“Well, I…” said Tryus.
“You don’t think I can do it, do you?” asked Cera, thumbing her nose into the air in typical Cera fashion.
“Well, I…” said Tryus again, sweating nervously.
“What about me? I entered the Threehorn Gathering as well.” chimed in Tria.
“Tria, well, I…” said Tryus, sweating nervously. “Well, I guess there is a first for everything.” said Tryus nervously, dripping sweat.
“So, we are going to get those creeps for all the misery they’ve caused us all these cold times.” continued Topps.
“Why don’t you just refuse to fight them?” asked Littlefoot. The Threehorns, minus Tria, who happened to agree with him, all stared at him in shock.
“Are you kidding?! Then they’d have gotten the better of us!” retorted Topps.
“I don’t see how Topsy. Littlefoot is right. If you stop playing their game, they won’t be able to get to you anyway.” said Tria.
“No, I must make sure that they don’t get one up on me! They let my wife and kids die! They didn’t help!” snapped Topps.
“It was an accident. While it’s true that they didn’t help, Cerata wouldn’t want you to be acting like this.” replied Tria.
“No, I wasn’t tough enough then. I’ve got to stand tougher this time. Make them too afraid to show their sorry hides around the Great Valley again.” said Topps.
“But all that will do is make sure that you just keep fighting till the day you die. Nobody will win.” replied Littlefoot.
“No, we’ve got to stand tough enough so that they know we’re tough. Then they’ll never come back.” said Topps. Olivia nodded. Tria shook her head.
“Yes, let’s kick their tushes at the next round!” said Cera. She and her family went off for the night.
“I hope they can learn that fighting isn’t always the answer.” said Littlefoot to his grandparents.
“That is something they will have to learn for themselves.” replied Grandpa Longneck.CHAPTER SIX: HIDDEN SECRETS
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“CERA!” came Topps’s voice.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” sobbed Cera.
“Tell you what?” asked her father, concerned.
“About Mom and my siblings? I thought Sharpteeth did it all of these cold times! I even held that against poor Chomper and Ptero!” she continued to sob.
The moonlight cast an eerie white glow on Topps. Cera saw that her father looked suddenly older in the glow of the Night Circle. “It’s all my fault. I won’t deny it.” said Topps, starting to cry.
“There wasn’t enough food. They told me to leave. But I wanted to stay. I wasn’t going to let them just hog it all when we could share. I wasn’t tough enough. I was afraid of what Chas, Banger, and Prong would think of me if I just left.” said her father.
“But you I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.” said Cera, totally shocked as if she’d just heard that Ozzy had given up eggs.
“There were many things that I’m afraid of. I just don’t show them because I’m tough.” said Topps.
“I’m tough, yet I can show my fears and worries.” said Tria. Topps and Cera said nothing.
Cera stood there, her mouth open, hesitant, but wanting to admit something she’d mostly kept in for a long time. Finally, after making many pained expressions, she said “I’m afraid of things too. I’d been afraid of Sky Fire for a long time. I’ve been terrified when Sharptooth attacked Littlefoot’s mother. I’d been so mean to Longnecks when I’d encountered them. She saved me though.” said Cera.
“It’s my fault Cera. I’ve done you wrong. You too Olivia.” said Topps, a lot of painful expressions on his face. It was a rare moment indeed when Topps had admitted that he’d done wrong and even more so that he and Cera would admit that they were afraid of things. Everyone was dead silent.
Tryus, who was also there, had his mouth open. “A Longneck saved you?” he said to Cera.
“Yes. She didn’t make it though.” said Cera.
“And Ignatius here saved me from Fast Biters and also a fire.” said Topps.
“I guess I’ve been wrong about Longnecks. Perhaps you were right about having the kinds together.” said Tryus.
The other grownups were there looking utterly dumbfounded. They looked at each other and silently agreed that it had to be a dinosaur world first for Topps and Cera to admit that they were afraid of things and for Topps and Tryus to admit that they were wrong, all in one night.
Cera looked at her father. There was a look of betrayal on her face. “Why didn’t you tell me what happened?” she asked.
“I didn’t want you to hate me. There wasn’t enough food. I asked them to share, and they said no. They were being stubborn. It wasn’t right. I told them I wasn’t going. They came forward to fight. I wasn’t going to back down, for I NEVER do, and so I charged back at them. We tussled and in the confusion, we hit rocks. They fell on your mother and your siblings.” said Topps, tears streaming down his face.
Littlefoot and his friends were there, feeling very sorry for Topps and his family. They didn’t know what to say. They didn’t feel that they should be there and turned to go.
“No, stay guys!” said Cera.
They stared at her. “I need you. I’m really hurting right now.” said Cera. She was no longer proud and haughty, as usual, but very scared and sad.
“What happened to the other Threehorns?” asked Littlefoot.
“I let them have it.” said Topps.
“I thought that Threehorns were so great. How could this have happened?” asked Cera, totally stunned. She no longer thought that Threehorns were as good as she’d always thought.
“And that Banger, Chas, Angus, and Prong. They could have helped out. But they did nothing. It’s all THEIR fault!” said Topps angrily.CHAPTER FIVE: THE THREEHORN GATHERING
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“Cera, what’s bothering you?”
Littlefoot noticed that Cera seemed down. “What they said last night. That Dad could have saved Mom and the others.” said Cera gloomily.
“We don’t know what happened.” said Littlefoot.
“I wish they’d tell me.” said Cera, shaking her head.
“Look, it’s our Aunt Cera, the great Sharptooth fighter!” said Dana and Dinah to a Club Tail of about their age.
“What did you tell them?” asked Littlefoot incredulously.
“About our adventures with Sharpteeth.” said Cera, grinning.
Olivia came to Cera. “What stories are you filling their heads with?” she asked.
“Stories about my adventures with Sharpteeth.” said Cera.
Olivia shook her head. “You’re going to give them bad Sleep Stories.” she said in a scolding tone.
Cera decided to ask her older sister about her mother and siblings. “What happened with Mom and my siblings?” Cera asked Olivia.
Olivia said nothing. Her father had wanted to keep it a secret. She knew it was a matter of deepest shame to him. Topps had asked her not to tell Cera.
Olivia left crying. “Come back here!” said Cera angrily. Cera followed her. “Tell me the truth!” demanded Cera.
“I can’t. I promised.” said Olivia.
Cera fumed all that morning. What were they hiding from her? She’d seen the attack on Littlefoot’s mother. It wasn’t like she couldn’t handle it.
“Still going to be in the Threehorn Gathering?” Cera turned. It was Bambo.
“Did I hear something?” asked Cera to Littlefoot.
“Very funny.” said Bambo, scowling.
“What do you want?” grumbled Cera, giving him the stink-eye.
“I wanna know why you want to be in the Threehorn Gathering. You’re a girl. There’s never been a girl in the Threehorn Gathering before.” said Bambo.
“There hasn’t?” gasped Cera.
“Nope. You gotta be tough to be in it.” said Bambo smugly.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!” fumed Cera. “I am tough!” she growled. She began to sing:
“I’m really tough.
Even if I’m a girl I’m really rough.
Look around and you will see.
There is no Threehorn here tougher than me.
Give it up Bambo you cannot dissuade.
For there is nothing that makes me afraid.
Guess what Bambo I’ve got news for you.
There ain’t nothing in the Threehorn Gathering that a guy can do that a girl can’t do too.” sang Cera.
“Go on ignore what I say.
You won’t last through the first day.” sang Bambo.
“Is that true?
Says who?” sang Cera. She rammed her horns against Bambo, who quickly had moved to block her. The two started to struggle, pushing each other back and forth.
“Oh I’ve really had enough!
I tell you that a girl can be tough!” sang Cera again, moving Bambo forward, air coming out of her nostrils angrily.
“This contest is only for the strong.
Having a girl in it is just plain wrong!” sang Bambo, starting to move Cera forward, though with a lot of effort.
“I’m as tough as you can get.
And the truth of that is something upon which you can bet!” sang Cera, knocking over Bambo.
“The only one that can win is a guy.
That’s a fact and I’m not going to lie!” sang Bambo grumpily. He went and rammed her, sending her flying a short distance.
“You’d hit a girl?” said Cera in mock sweetness. Bambo nodded. “Very well then.” said Cera in a threateningly calm voice. She got up and rammed Bambo, sending him flying even further than he had sent her.
“I will do what I have to to get through to you.
Winning this contest is something that a girl can do!” sang Cera defiantly. Bambo shook his head. “YES!” sang Cera.
“NO!” sang Bambo.
“Let me face you and you’ll know!” they both sang, finishing their song.
“See you tomorrow, if you’re tough enough.” said Bambo, starting to storm off.
“I hope your mommy doesn’t get all sad when I’m done with you.” snapped Cera. The two stuck out their tongues at each other. Bambo left.
“HMMMMMMMPPPPPH!” said Cera, thumbing her nose in the air.
Cera went off sulking. “Says a girl can’t be tough. What does he know?” she grumbled.
“Cera, what’s bothering you?” asked Tria.
There was a lot bothering her. First of all, her dad and sister were keeping what had happened to her mother a secret from her. Second, there was Bambo and his sexism.
“It’s Bambo. He says that a girl cannot possibly do well in the Threehorn Gathering.” said Cera.
“It’s true enough.” It was Chas. “They’ve never had a girl in there before. Why change things now?” he said, smirking.
“Oh really?” said Tria in a calm, yet dangerous tone.
“Yep. Always been that way. Why let a girl in?” he said.
“Well, things are going to be different this cold time! I’m joining!” said Tria. Cera’s mouth fell open in shock.
A while later, Topps was also shocked. “You’re what?!” he said in utter shock, his mouth also open in shock.
“That’s right. I’m in.” said Tria smugly.
“But you don’t seem the type to do this.” said Topps.
“True, I’m usually not. But this is personal.” said Tria.
Topps was wise enough not to challenge her. He knew she was tougher than she looked.
They went to bed that night. Cera was thinking about her mother and her siblings as well as Bambo and his sexism. Also, she wondered what had happened in the past between her father and grandfather and Angus, Banger, Prong, and Chas.
The next day, they woke up early. The contest began. “You can do it Cera.” said Littlefoot. Cera smiled at him.
They began. Cera plowed through the rocks. Cera noticed that Bambo was pretty tough. Cera started to encounter harder rocks. Bambo seemed to be getting ahead of her. “Told you a girl can’t do it.” he said smugly.
This infuriated her. She let out a Threehorn screech and charged forward. SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! SMASSSSSH! She charged through the rocks, heading ahead of Bambo. Bambo stared at her, dumbfounded. “Hee!” she said, smirking.
Tria was able to beat out many contenders. Topps and she were neck and neck. Several Threehorns were shocked that Tria could be so tough.
Meanwhile, Ducky had gotten some ferns and was waving them around like pom-poms. “Go Cera! You can do it! Yep yep yep! You can! Go Cera! You can do it! You can! You can!” she chanted.
“Cera going to win! Cera going to win!” chanted Petrie.
Spike, meanwhile, was distracted, eating green food. Ducky whacked him. “Spike, you are supposed to be watching Cera. You are. You are!” scolded Ducky.
Spike watched Cera. However, a while later, he started to eat one of Ducky’s ferns. She waved it, only to find part of it was missing. “Huh?” she said. She saw Spike eating it. He went and took another bite of it. “SPIKE!” she shouted angrily.
At last, Cera and Bambo were defeated. They both couldn’t get past another rock. The rocks were quite big. They were the best in their group.
Topps and Tria, along with Angus, Chas, Banger, and Prong, had also made it to the next round.
“Say Bambo, how did that part about me losing go?” said Cera smugly.
“Beginner’s luck.” said Bambo, though he couldn’t help but smile weakly at Cera. Cera smiled weakly back.
That night, Cera was worn out, but proud of herself. “Nice job Cera.” said Littlefoot. The others concurred with him.
“Well, I’ll admit, for a girl, you’re not that bad.” said Bambo, approaching her.
“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you too.” said Cera, smirking.
“Real cute.” said Bambo in annoyance.
“When are you going to admit that a girl can do it?” asked Cera.
“I’m coming around.” said Bambo. “After all, your stepmother surprised me too.”
He went off to go retire. Cera and her friends, however, heard arguing voices and crept toward them to investigate.
“Daddy, why can’t we tell her?” came Olivia’s voice.
“Cera thinks that Threehorns are wonderful. Why take that from her?” came Topps’s voice.
“She still should know.” came Tria’s voice.
“She trusts Dad. If she knew that his hotheadedness caused that fight that led those rocks to fall and kill her mother and siblings, she’d be devastated.” came Olivia’s voice.
The whole world seemed to shift around Cera. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. She let out a loud yell. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”CHAPTER FOUR: PREPARATIONS
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“The Threehorn Gathering is taking place here this cold time?” asked Grandpa Longneck.
“Yes Ignatius. They put it here so that pesky Sharpteeth won’t crash the party like last time.” said Topps.
“Just what we need around here: a gathering of hotheads.” said Grandma Longneck, shaking her head.
“It was Dad’s idea Irene!” complained Topps.
“When will it be held?” asked Cera.
“Two days from now. That’s when it starts.” said Topps.
“And I look forward to it.” said a voice.
Angus was back, followed by his sons and Chas.
“You again!” said Cera angrily, glaring at them with strong dislike.
“No violence gentlemen, I’m warning you!” said Grandpa Longneck sternly.
“I don’t take orders from a Flathead!” said Angus stubbornly.
Grandma Longneck, normally reserved, snarled at him. “How dare you?!”
SPLAT! Angus got hit in the head with a Tree Sweet. “And there’s plenty more where that came from.” said Topps angrily.
“I cannot wait to kick your tush right in front of your daughter!” said Prong to Topps.
“In your Sleep Stories pal!” said Topps angrily.
“Daddy’s been waiting to kick your tush for a long time Prong!” came a voice.
“Olivia?” said Cera in shock. It was her older sister Olivia, a black Threehorn.
“Yes Cera sweetie.” said her older sister, smiling at Cera.
“Please don’t call me ‘sweetie’ Oli, I’m nearly to the Time of Great Growing for goodness sake.” grumbled Cera.
“Sorry Cer-bear.” said Olivia. Cera put her left foreleg to her head in annoyance. Littlefoot and the others chuckled at “Cer-bear”.
“Stop it!” Cera snapped at them. They stopped laughing at once.
“It’s aunt Cera!” Cera turned and saw her annoying niece and nephew, Dana and Dinah. They had bothered the Gang and Chomper and Ruby the last time they had come. In fact, she had privately asked Chomper to eat them, but he’d refused, saying “That’s not a very nice thing to do!”.
“Oh joy of joys!” moaned Cera.
“Yes it is going to be fun.” said Dinah happily. Cera groaned. They didn’t understand sarcasm and figures of speech yet. She recalled that she had once told them to “Get lost!” and they had wandered off to Saurus Rock.
“I meant that I wasn’t thrilled about you coming.” said Cera bluntly.
Dana and Dinah started to pout. “Oh poor kids.” said Olivia’s mate Charger, a golden-colored Threehorn. He frowned at Cera.
“What? It’s true!” grumbled Cera at her brother-in-law.
“You don’t like us Aunt Cera?” asked Dana.
“Well, it’s not that I don’t like you. It’s just that I’d rather meet Sharpteeth than you.” replied Cera.
“You mean Chomper?” asked Dana.
“No, like the kind that we met at Saurus Rock.” said Cera.
“Why would you want to do that? You might get eaten?” asked Dinah, who didn’t get the point of Cera’s comment.
Cera had an idea. “Why don’t we go and talk about my fun with Sharpteeth?” said Cera, grinning devilishly.
“Oh boy. That will be fun!” said Dana and Dinah, skipping happily.
She told them about her encounter with Sharptooth. She was kind enough not to go into detail about the attack on Littlefoot’s mother, for that would make the two freak out. She’d had trouble not wetting herself at about their age when she’d seen it happen personally. She just mentioned it briefly. It still made them shake.
“So, there I was in the canyon. He seemed dead. So I rammed him over and over.” said Cera dramatically. Dana and Dianh listened eagerly. “But then, one eye opened and he woke up!” she said even more dramatically. Dana and Dinah gasped. “He went after me, but I’m so awesome that I was able to get away of course!” said Cera, grinning. The two listened eagerly.
Cera continued, telling them about the rest of her encounters with Sharptooth. The two listened eagerly, shaking. Cera hoped they wouldn’t freak out. They, however, were tougher than they looked and were able to listen to it. She continued with the story of Chomper’s parents, then the Fast Biters before the first Time of Great Giving, then Dil and Ichy in the Land of Mists, then the story of the Plated Sharptooth.
“So, you see, I had plenty of fun with Sharpteeth before you came to meet us that time we went to Saurus Rock. So that dumb ole Sharptooth that we met there didn’t bother me that much. I’m not afraid of anything.” said Cera. Her niece and nephew were quite impressed with her.
She then told of the Mountain Sharptooth, the Swimming Sharptooth, all the Sharpteeth she’d encountered on her travels to the Crater and the three she’d met there, the ones that came into the Great Valley later, the Spinosaurus that they’d met, the ones that they’d met with the Yellow Bellies, Red Claw, Screech, and Thud, Ptero’s mother Agatha and her pack, and the ones that they’d met when Dayo had come and that had been after her.
“And you aren’t afraid?” asked Dinah.
“Nothing scares me.” said Cera.
Littlefoot poked her in the back. She jumped. She turned around. “What?!” she snapped.
“I know you’re having fun with story-time, but it’s time for bed.” said Littlefoot. The sun had gone down some time ago and they had sat around glowing vents as she had told the twins her adventurous, and, at times, boastful, stories.
Cera was almost asleep when she heard Tryus and Tria talking nearby. “What are they up to?” she whispered. She got her friends up, wondering what the two grownups would be doing at this time of night. They followed them. They hid behind a bush and stayed out of sight.
“So, Tria, how did you and my boy meet up. I mean, what brought you to the Great Valley?” asked Tryus.
“Just wandering. I’d been single all these cold times. Thought Topsy was happy with Cerata. Her tragic death should never have happened. I don’t blame Topsy for it. Still, I think he could have handled it better and that maybe it wouldn’t have happened. His hot head always gets him into trouble.” said Tria.
Cera gasped silently. She’d always assumed that her mother and siblings had been gotten by Sharpteeth and that her Dad, who could take on even Tyrannosaurus Rex and a pack of Belly Draggers, just couldn’t save them. So, maybe there had been a way to save them after all? Cera was totally stunned. Littlefoot and the others were also shocked.
“Could you help me clear this grass. We cannot have it this long for the Threehorn Gathering.” came a voice.
“Grandpa!” Littlefoot whispered.
The grownups were clearing away the grass. Kosh (Mr. Clubtail) was helping a lot by eating a lot of the grass. He belched.
“You’re nasty!” said Olivia.
The grownups cleared the place. “The first task will be to smash all of these rocks. They will get progressively more difficult.” said Grandma Longneck. The kids noticed rocks, some quite small that even Tricia could smash. However, near the other side were some that Cera thought might even possibly give her dad and grandpa problems.
Spike stepped on a pinecone. “What was that?” asked Mama Swimmer.
The kids, meanwhile, had taken off. They went to bed. Cera, however, thought before falling asleep that there was something that her dad and stepmother weren’t telling her about what happened to her mother and her siblings. But what was it?CHAPTER THREE: BAMBO
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“Are you all right Cera?” Tria asked her.
“Yeah, I’m fine. That creep hurt me.” she grumbled.
“Yes, he’s been a bully since he was a kid. He always picked on me. It never stopped.” said Tryus.
“So, er, Papa, what bring you to the Great Valley? You’re not fond of the kinds being together, so I find this rather surprising.” said Tria.
“Ah, yes, should have mentioned that sooner. They’re having the Threehorn Gathering here this cold time.” said Tryus.
“The what?” asked Cera.
“The Threehorn Gathering is a toughness contest for Threehorns. They come from all around to be compete to be known as the toughest.” said Topps.
“Yes, I still find it annoying that you lost to Prong in the Threehorn Gathering many cold times ago.” said Tryus.
“I won’t this time!” said Topps boldly.
“Let’s hope not.” said Tryus with a hint of “or else I’ll be disappointed again” in his tone of voice.
“I hope you get Angus this time. He got you last time.” said Topps.
Tryus was still embarrassed about that. “This time round, I’m gonna knock him a few cold times into the future, where, of course, I’ll beat him there too.” said Tryus boldly.
“I’ll bet I can kick tush in this Threehorn Gathering!” said Cera, smirking.
“I doubt a girl can win!” came a voice.
Cera looked around, trying to find who dared to say such a thing. She saw a silver Threehorn boy of about her age. He had brown eyes. Like her, he was cocky and had a “better than thou” attitude, except, in his case, it was five times as bad as hers. “Oh yeah!” she said, air angrily coming out of her nostrils. She began to run in place, digging in her heels, about to charge.
“Bring it girly!” he said, sticking his tongue out at her in defiance. He too began to run in place, as if to charge. This only further infuriated Cera.
“What’s your name wise guy?” asked Cera, a tone of fury in her voice.
“Bambo. What’s yours tough girl?” he asked, a tone of superiority in his voice.
“Cera.” she said, a tone of defiance in her voice. She began to move faster.
“Ut oh. This going to get ugly!” said Petrie, covering his eyes.
The two charged. Topps and Tryus gazed at the confrontation eagerly. “Get him Cera.” said Topps. “Kick his tush!” said Tryus. Tria shook her head. Cera got her personality from her father, that was for sure.
WHAM! The two collided. It seemed to be a stalemate. “You’re tougher than I thought girly!” said Bambo, impressed.
Cera was furious. “Stop calling me ‘girly’!” she fumed. She began to push Bambo forward.
“Not bad. For a girl.” said Bambo.
“Now he do it!” said Petrie, who knew how much trouble Bambo was going to be in. Petrie still had his eyes covered.
WHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! Cera rammed him right over. He fell to the ground.
“Yeah, not bad for a girl.” said Cera, walking off, a tone of triumph in her voice. Bambo slowly got up. He tried to sneak up on her.
“Cera, look out!” yelled Littlefoot.
Cera turned around, bared her horns, and stood her ground. He ran right into her. He fell, as she had firmly rooted herself. “Hmmpppph!’ she said, thumbing her nose up in the air.
“That’s my granddaughter.” said Tryus admiringly. Tria shook her head.
“I’d like to be in this cold time’s Threehorn Gathering.” said Cera. She had grand images in her head of being known as the toughest Threehorn of her age group. “And here’s Cera, the winner of this cold time’s Threehorn Gathering.” said an imaginary Threehorn. Cera smirked at Littlefoot. Many Threehorns were chanting “Cera! Cera! Cera! Cera!” Bambo spoke and her thoughts were brought back suddenly to reality.
“Yes, I’m in it too. I’m going to get you there. We cannot have a girl win after all.” said Bambo.
“I wouldn’t doubt Cera if I were you.” said Littlefoot warningly.
“Nobody asked your input, Flathead!” snapped Bambo.
Though Cera had called Littlefoot a Flathead on a few occasions herself, she now glared at Bambo. “Take it back!” she said angrily, again blowing air out of her nostrils.
“No!” shouted Bambo defiantly. Cera rammed him. However, this time he was ready and got her down. “Told you that a girl cannot win!’ said Bambo, this time smirking with a look of triumph.
“We’ll see about that!” said Cera defiantly.
“Come along Bambo.” said Bambo’s mother.
Bambo stuck his tongue out at Cera as he left. Cera retaliated by blowing a raspberry at him as he left.
“I’ll show him!” Cera vowed angrily.
“Can me open me eyes now?” Petrie asked.CHAPTER TWO: OLD FOES
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“I’m not a kid anymore!” said Topps gruffly. He wasn’t going to take it anymore. “You yourself told me to be tough.” said Topps.
“Yes, but not to consort and fraternize with other kinds.” said Tryus.
“Topsy, who are you talking to?” said a voice. It was Tria. She came forward. “Oh, it’s…er…you Tryus.” she said, a bit annoyed.
Cera was shocked. She’d never seen her stepmother look at anyone like that, other than the time before Tria had married her father, when her father had overdone it with the Tinysaurus issue.
“I live here now. Things are different here. We must all change.” said Topps.
“Henh!” grumbled Tryus. “Olivia didn’t change. She still stays in the Mysterious Beyond.” said Tryus.
Topps said nothing. He felt bad that Olivia had stood up for the separation of the kinds and had lived in the Mysterious Beyond as a result of it, as she didn’t like the Combined Herd. It was ironic, but, then again, she didn’t see what he had. Threehorns doing the unthinkable. All of these cold times he had tried to tell Cera that Threehorns could do anything. What he’d never told her was that that included bad things. She had truly no idea and thought that Threehorns were truly the best. Topps was sure that she still had some bias in her. He was glad, though, that it hadn’t gotten like Olivia’s. He’d had Tria go over and talk to her. He himself tended to argue and get in arguments, and Tria had a magic touch. She’d had some effect on Olivia. Olivia had been here, at least for a few weeks, though she was still grumpy. Topps was worried about his grandkids, Dana and Dinah, and how the things he’s put into Olivia were now, no doubt, going into them. Just as Tryus had put it into him. Would this chain ever break?
“Listen here Dad, I’m a grown man now! I can do what I want! You have no idea what I went through!” said Topps.
“Perhaps I don’t. But you need to toughen up.” said Tryus.
“Dad’s tougher than anyone here!” said Cera. “And he taught me too.” said Cera. She went and rammed a fair sized boulder, and smashed it into tiny pebbles.
“Impressive. Perhaps there’s hope for you yet Topps.” said Tryus.
“I doubt it.” came a voice.
It was Angus. “YOU!” said Tryus. Tryus himself looked slightly alarmed.
“Ah, with your boy I see. What a disappointment he is. It’s such a pity he can’t be more like my boys.” said Angus.
Banger and Prong came forward, as did their friend Chas. “Hello Topsy!” they said.
“YOU!” said Topps.
“Scared?” said Banger.
“Of what?” said Topps defiantly.
“You used to be afraid of us all the time Topsy. We got you and pushed you into the mud and splashed water in your face when you were a kid.” said Prong.
“Yes, and we ate your Tree Stars.” said Chas.
“Leave my Dad alone!” said Cera. She was shocked that anyone could have bullied her dad as a kid and even more that they’d have the nerve to bully him now.
“Oh, what you gonna do missy? Poke me with that little horn of yours?” taunted Angus.
Cera rammed him with her horn, for she had a temper. “Yes, I am.” said Cera defiantly.
WHACK! Cera was knocked flying. Luckily, she landed in the tall grass or else she’d have been hurt a lot worse. As it was, she only got the wind knocked out of her.
Topps was in a rage of fury. “How…dare…you…hurt…my…daughter!” he bellowed. He rammed Angus. Nor had he been the only one to do so. Tryus had joined in. It was now Topps and Tryus versus Angus, Chas, Banger, and Prong.
“Hey, cut it out!” said Tria, coming to join in.
“Ah, you need the missus to help out?” laughed Banger.
“Tria, stay out of this. I can kick their tushes without your help!” said Topps. The groups continued to fight.
WHAM! Topps and Tryus were knocked backward. WHAM! WHAM! Angus, Banger, Prong, and Chas were knocked backward. Grandpa Longneck had moved Topps and Tryus away with his tail. Both he and Grandma Longneck had moved away the four others with their tails combining to push away them.
“Break it up gents!” said Grandpa Longneck.
“Ahhhhh, you’ve brought in Longnecks! Have you no shame?” laughed Angus, getting up and dusting himself off. He moved toward Topps and Tryus again. Grandpa Longneck blocked his way.
“You want to fight, you can go do it in the Mysterious Beyond!” he snapped threateningly.
“Come on Topsy, wanna take me on out there?” laughed Banger.
Topps looked ready to consider it. However, Tria shook her head at him. “No, not now.” he said.
“What, are you a coward?” laughed Prong.
Topps moved to go forward. It took Tria, and Mama and Papa Swimmer to restrain him.
“We’ll be back!” said Angus. He, his two sons, and Chas left.
Tryus moved to go after him. Grandma Longneck, however, blocked his path. “They’re not worth it. Trust me.” she said.
Things soon cooled down. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” said Grandpa Longneck to the kids.
“How long are you going to stay?” Grandma Longneck asked Tryus.
“For a while. I need to toughen up Topps. He’s gone soft in the Great Valley. And I need to settle that Angus personally. He’s picked on me when I was a kid and it’s time I got him for it!” said Tryus.
The two Longnecks shook their heads. They had a feeling that the fight wasn’t over. And they were right.CHAPTER ONE: THE RETURN OF TRYUS
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Cera ran along with Littlefoot. Both of them had something in common, as much as she thought that Threehorns and Longnecks were still pretty different. They both had lost their mothers. She had actually seen the attack on Littlefoot’s mother. She hadn’t been there when his mother had died. She hadn’t been there when her own mother had died. She assumed that her mother and most of her siblings had been killed by those pesky Sharpteeth. It had been her and her dad for a while, with occasionally her sister Olivia visiting with her kids Dana and Dinah. Dana and Dinah had been a royal pain in the tush, but, now as they were getting older, they were more tolerable.
Cera had been most reluctant to allow Tria to marry her father. However, in the end she had given in. Cera now had a cute half-sister named Tricia who seemed to sometimes get all the attention of her dad and stepmother. Still, Cera loved Tricia. Tricia had learned quite a few words. Cera had been teaching her to smash rocks with her head. Tricia liked to do this, though sometimes she hurt herself.
Cera had never seen her grandfather Tryus since she was little. She knew that her grandmother had died during the Leaf Famine. She knew there was some kind of trouble between her dad and her grandfather. She didn’t know what though, and Topps absolutely refused to talk about it. He apparently hadn’t told Tria either, or else Tria had agreed to keep it a secret, for naturally she had asked Tria if she had known.
Cera acted all brave and tough. However, she could be afraid. It had happened from trauma in her life. First of all, her Grandmother’s death had been hard. Worse still, had been Sharptooth’s attack on Littlefoot’s mother right in front of them. And then, of course, she had heard from her dad that her mother, Cerata, had died along with most of her siblings. Indeed, she was the only one of her hatch group left.
She had acted all tough as a coping mechanism for all she had been through. She was afraid to shown a sign of weakness. She had to keep up her facade and always not walk away from a fight. It was the only way. Her dad, and even grandpa Tryus, had told her that you always have to be tough and not back down from a fight. You always have to keep brave. She assumed it was the proper thing to do for being a Threehorn, yet Tria and Tricia didn’t seem to be that way. Some Threehorns were bull-headed too, though none, except Grandpa Tryus, like her dad. She knew that something had to have bothered him in his childhood, but she didn’t know what it was. And it seemed that her dad was as likely to say Longnecks were better than Threehorns as to tell her or the others in his family about it. She knew that Tria had to have known, but her dad must have gotten Tria to keep silent too.
She had no idea still how Tria had even known her father. And, as her dad was all hush hush on his past, she wasn’t likely to find out. It really saddened her.
“Look Cera! Farwalkers coming!” said Petrie. Indeed it was true. A group of Threehorns were coming. Threehorns often didn’t come to the Great Valley. They tended to be more pro-herd separation and hence found the Combined Herd of the Great Valley to be wrong.
“Look Cera, there’s some of your own kind.” said Littlefoot. Cera went to go look with the others.
She gasped as she saw one of them. “Who is it?” Ducky asked.
“It’s my Grandpa Tryus!” she said.
Tryus was wrinkly, but still around. He was as tough as ever. And he didn’t look happy. He approached Cera and the others.
“Is that my granddaughter Cera? And playing with Longnecks, Spiketails, Swimmers, and Flyers too! Disgraceful! I can’t believe it!” he said in disgust. The others gasped as he said this. Cera turned bright red with embarrassment. Her dad may have been a bit on the prejudiced side. Her grandfather was far worse.
“Threehorns don’t play with Longnecks, Spiketails, Swimminers, or Flyers! Get away from her!” snapped Tryus at Littlefoot.
“Mr. Threehorn used to be like that, but now he’s gotten better.” Littlefoot said.
“Used to? We’ll see about that!” snapped Tryus.
“Stop it Grandpa, you’re embarrassing me!” grumbled Cera.
“You should be embarrassed for playing with Flatheads and Big Mouths!” snapped Tryus. Cera shook her head. This really irked Tryus.
“I’ll have to talk to that son of mine! This is totally unacceptable! TOPPS! TOPPS!” he called out. Topps came forward. Cera saw something strange in him. Something she had never seen in her father before. He was afraid!
Topps was hesitant. “Get over here Topsy!” said Topps’s father.
“Dad, don’t call me that. I let Tria call me that but it was my childhood name.” said Topps, turning bright red.
“I don’t care! I’ll call you more than that. How dare you let your daughter play with other kinds!” said Tryus, fuming.CHAPTER ONE: TOMMY MEETS CHOMPER
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“What are those supposed to be?” Littlefoot asked his grandparents a short time later.
“We have no idea.” replied Grandpa Longneck.
They looked at Phil and Lil,who were eating worms. “They have the same eating habits as Guido.” commented Grandma Longneck.
“Look, it’s dinosaurs!” Tommy said excitedly.
“Yes, we are.” replied Littlefoot, who could somehow understand them, perhaps due to their baby talk being understandable to him.
“Cool, a talking dinosaur!” replied Angelica in awe.
“But I thought you said all the dinosaurs got turned into tonsils.” Tommy said to Angelica.
“What’s a tonsil?” asked Littlefoot, who didn’t know that they meant fossils nor would he have known even what that was.
“We musta gone back in time!” Chucky cried in shock.
“Cool!” said Lil in awe.
Phil pointed at Spike. “Look, it’s a Stegosnoreous!” he cried.
Spoke looked at him in confusion. He didn’t know what that meant, especially as the kids has mispronounced it.
Tommy looked around at all the various dinosaurs. He noticed one lacking, his favorite: Reptaur.
“Where is Reptaur?” he asked. They looked at him in confusion.
“What’s a Reptaur?” Cera asked.
“What, you don’t know who Reptaur is? Were you born under a rock?” Angelica asked incredulously.
“No, actually I hatched from an egg.” Cera remarked.
“Reptaur is big and scary.” said Kimi, trying to describe Reptaur.
“That could apply to a lot of dinosaurs.” said Topps, shaking his head in annoyance.
Just then, Chomper came by. “Guys, I tried to get the Stinging Buzzers, but the nest fell on me and I had to run from them for a bit before I finally got them. We can play toss the seed now.”
Tommy stared at Chomper. Chomper was the same species as Reptaur. He stared in awe. His mouth was open agape. Chomper stared at the seven humans. “What are they supposed to be?” he asked.
“We’re not sure.” replied Grandpa Longneck.
“What are you?” Chomper asked them.
“We are people Mr. Reptaur’s baby.” Tommy replied.
“Reptaur’s baby?” said Chomper in confusion.
“Yes, Reptaur is the same type of dinosaur as you.” Kimi said.
“You’re looking for a Sharptooth?” gasped Topps in shock.EPISODE 31: YELLOW BELLY ADVENTURE
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CHARACTERS
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Littlefoot
Cera
Ducky
Petrie
Spike
Chomper
Ruby
Loofah
Doofah
Foobie
Red Claw
Screech
Thud
Fast Biters (OCs)
Yellow Bellies (OCs)
SONGS
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Adventuring
Yellow Belly Bounce
The kids were walking together in the Great Valley playing Toss the Seed. The seed went sailing out of sight. “Where could it be?” said Littlefoot. “I think it went that way.” said Ruby. The Fast Runner went around a corner and looked for it. She saw a Yellow Belly lying on the ground. The seed was next to him. “Are you ok?” she asked, concerned.
“This thing conked me on the head.” said the Yellow Belly. “Sorry about that.” said Ruby, blushing. “Ruby, did you find it?” came Littlefoot’s voice. “Yes, and I find a Yellow Belly.” said Ruby. “Yellow Belly?” said Littlefoot. He and the others came into view. Doofah walked toward them. “Hello there. Glad to see you again.”
[Theme song: “All I see is the day in front of us. All I see is the day in front of us. Burning bright with a new-born sun. Burning bright with a new-born sun. Come follow me. Hills to climb and plains to roam
Oh, streams to follow all the way home
To the Land Before Time
Before time.”]
“What are you doing here?” asked Cera. “We were helping our friends here get to Berry Valley. However, this really big Sharptooth came after us. He had one yellow eye and one red eye. He had this red claw.” said Loofah. “You mean Red Claw?” said Chomper.
Loofah, Doofah, and Foobie and the other Yellow Bellies jumped back. “Sharptooth!” they cried. They turned and ran. “Wait, come back, I’m not going to hurt you.” said Chomper. The Yellow Bellies turned and looked at Chomper. “You’re not?” said Foobie.
“No, I’m a nice Sharptooth. I’m friends with Littlefoot.” said Chomper. The Yellow Bellies came back. “Perhaps you can tell that other guy to leave us alone.” said Doofah. “Red Claw won’t listen to me. He wants me dead.” said Chomper.
“We tried up with our tush and look like a bush. Didn’t work. The ground was rocky.” said Loofah. “What?” said Chomper. They moved up their tush and looked like a bush. Chomper snickered.
“Very clever disguise. However, there is another problem with that. One you didn’t think of.” said Chomper. “What?” said Loofah “Your smell.” said Chomper.
“Smell? I don’t smell that bad, do I?” said a Yellow Belly, sniffing his armpit. “PU! I guess he was right!” said the Yellow Belly. Chomper tried hard not to laugh.
“No, that’s not what I meant.” he said. “A Sharptooth will smell you and chase you based on it. It doesn’t matter if you look like a bush if he has your scent. Our sniffers can find you anyway.” “So, what do we do?” said another Yellow Belly. “You need to smell like something else other than you.” said Chomper.
“How do we do that?” asked a Yellow Belly. A while later, they were rubbing berries on themselves. “Good. That ought to mask your scent.” said Chomper. A Yellow Belly started licking off the berries. “Mmmmm.” she said. “No, no, no!” said Chomper, irked.
“Mmmmmm, berries.” said other Yellow Bellies. They started to lick the berries off of themselves too. Chomper groaned. “This is going to be harder than I thought.” he said in annoyance.
Sometime later, they were once more covered in berries. Chomper whacked one of the Yellow Bellies, who was about to lick himself. “Stop it!’ he said. “Sorry.” said the Yellow Belly. PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBTTTTT! A Yellow Belly tooted. Chomper gagged. “Yuck!” he said. “Sorry.” said the Yellow Belly, embarrassed.
The Yellow Bellies started to dance. “What are they doing now?” asked Chomper, bewildered.
“They like to dance.” said Littlefoot.
“Except those ones over there. They no dance.” said Petrie, pointing at some Yellow Bellies who weren’t dancing.
“They don’t know how.” said Loofah.
“Well, let’s get to Berry Valley.” said Littlefoot.
“Do you even know the way?” asked Ruby. Littlefoot nodded.
“We’re going to go adventuring.” sang Littlefoot.
“Adventuring?” sang Loofah.
“Adventuring?” sang Doofah.
“I’m goin’ to go adventuring
and who knows what I’ll find.” sang Littlefoot.
“Will we be able to find some way
to get to Berry Valley and keep Red Claw away?
If he finds us it will wreck our day.” sang Cera.
“I sure hope not.” sang Chomper.
“Will we go near a water fall?” sang Ducky.
“Will me meet Sharpteeth big or small?” sang Petrie.
“I hope we don’t meet them at all.” sang Ruby.
“I hope there’s lot of berries that we find!” sang a Yellow Belly.
“And we leave all those pesky Sharpteeth behind!” sang another Yellow Belly.
“So if you go adventuring, adventuring
There’s just one thing
You know what you are going to have to do?
You’re gonna have to take us all
with you.” sang all but Littlefoot. “We want to go adventuring too.” the others sang, ending the song.
“Let’s get going?” said Littlefoot.
“Going where?” said a voice. It was Mr. Threehorn.
“Hello. I don’t think I’ve met you before.” said Loofah.
“Somehow, I think that’s a good thing.” remarked Topps, eying Loofah with annoyance.
“They’re going to Berry Valley with us.” said Doofah.[To Be Continued]
EPISODE 30: NIGHT IN THE MYSTERIOUS BEYOND
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CHARACTERS
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Littlefoot
Cera
Ducky
Petrie
Spike
Chomper
Ruby
Red Claw
Screech
Thud
SONGS
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Out There (New Song to the tune of Big Water.)
Always There
It was getting late. The Bright Circle would be down in about an hour. Chomper, however, was hungry. He went to get some Stinging Buzzers. However, it didn’t quite go as planned, for they went after him. He came running, trying to avoid being stung. The others also took off. They ran right up the Great Wall. They moved aside to avoid the Stinging Buzzers, and were able to avoid them. However, they slipped and rolled down rocks on part of the Great Wall.
They were ok, though they were sore and bruised. Ruby, however, got the worst of it. “My ankle is dislocated. Dislocated it is.” said Ruby. They went toward the path back into the Great Valley. “It is too steep. If I climb it when I’m like this, I will fall.” said Ruby. “You should rest for a bit. You should. You should.” suggested Ducky. However, they didn’t have time to rest. ROARRRRRRRRRRRRR! It was Red Claw, Screech, and Thud!
They ran. Littlefoot and Chomper supported poor Ruby. They were able to hide in a cave. Quickly, they blocked most of the entrance with rocks. The bad guys went past.
(Theme song: All I see is the day in front of us. All I see is the day in front of us. Burning bright with a new-born sun. Burning bright with a new-born sun. Come follow me
Hills to climb and plains to roam
Oh, streams to follow all the way home
To the Land Before Time
Before time
)
“I think we lost them.” said Littlefoot. “They won’t give up that easily. Not if I know Red Claw.” said Chomper. Ruby moaned. “Are you ok?” Ducky asked her.
“I’ll be fine as I only dislocated it.” said Ruby. Chomper and Cera pushed against her leg. It went back into joint. “That feels better. Thank you my friends.” said Ruby.
“Ok, let’s go back.” said Cera. Chomper peaked through the cracks of the rock wall they had made. “It’s dark out. We can’t.” he said.
“Why not?” asked Cera. Chomper and Ruby looked at each other. “There are Sharpteeth that hunt at night. It won’t be just Red Claw, Screech, and Thud out there.” said Ruby. “I’m not afraid.” said Cera. “Me am.” said Petrie nervously. “Me too. I am, I am.” said Ducky, seeing the fear in Chomper and Ruby. “I don’t know…” said Littlefoot, uneasy himself. Spike nodded to show that he agreed with the others, minus Cera.
“Come on guys, stop being a bunch of Scaredy Eggs.” said Cera. She headed for the opening. However, Chomper, grabbed ahold of her. “You must not go out there at night for if you go out there, you will likely get eaten.” said Ruby. “It’s not like I haven’t been chased before.” said Cera, still not convinced.
Ruby and Chomper began to sing.
“The Mysterious, mysterious Beyond! The Mysterious mysterious Beyond!
We don’t want to go out there at night.
We’d rather not get in a fight.
We don’t want to suffer a fright.
We’d prefer to stay in here and be alright.
And not go out there.” they both sang.
“I’d rather stay in here and got some sleep
then go out there and met a fanged creep, a big fanged creep.” sang Chomper.
“No thanks I don’t need a scare.
I’m not going out there. Not out there.” sang Ruby.
“Things that could rip off your arms, legs, and head.
Things that will catch you and leave you dead.” sang Chomper and Ruby together.
“We don’t want to risk it so we’re…” they both sang.
“Not…” sang Chomper.
“Not…” sang Ruby.
“going out there.” they both sang.
As they finished the song, they heard creepy noises coming from the Mysterious Beyond. They all huddled together, terrified.
After some time, Cera said, “So, what now?” “Well, I need to get something to eat.” said Chomper, who unfortunately happened to be looking at Cera. “Don’t look at me!” said Cera. Chomper went off. He came back later with some Crawlers that he’d found. He started to eat them.
“Could you not eat those in front of us?” said Cera irritably. Chomper went to another section of the cave and finished his meal. He came back when he was done.
“Ok, now that Chomper has had his really disgusting dinner, what do we do now?” said Cera. KABOOM! KABOOM! SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! It started to thunder, lightning, and rain outside. “Just great!” moaned Cera. The others groaned too.
“We’re going to have to spend the night here in the Mysterious Beyond. I suggest we spend the night here in this cave as it is dry here and if we go out there, we’ll get wet, if not eaten.” said Ruby. “We should check out this cave first. We have to check that there is not another way in. It would be awful if Red Claw, Screech, and Thud camed upon us in the middle of the night. It would. It would.” said Ducky. “Good idea.” said Littlefoot.
They checked and found that, though the cave was big and had a few passages and caverns, there were no other entrances. They decided to settle in the back of the cave. However, just as they were snuggling and about to fall asleep, water came in through a part of the roof. “Hey!” said Cera, jumping up in alarm.
The water started to pour in. Soon, the chamber was flooding. “Hang on!” said Ruby and Littlefoot. They got the others out of there in time. They moved to a higher level.
“Wow, that close!” said Petrie. “I do not like being in here. I do not.” said Ducky. “I wanna go home!” said Cera.
“Me wish me were with Mom.” said Petrie. Ruby and Chomper nodded.
They began to sing:
“When the rain come down
And storms come in the night.
When me afraid of sky fire
She always there to help me with me fright.
She wrap her wings around me
And tell me “Don’t be scared”
And me knew that me was safe because
Me Mom always there.” sang Petrie.
“When there would be many things at night that would give me a scare.
i was able to rest at night feeling safe because I knew, they were always there.
Always there when I was feeling bad.
They always were there to protect me: my Mom and Dad.” sang Chomper.
“Always there
Someone you can count on
To comfort you
Always there
Like a green, green valley
You can come home to.” all of the kids sang.
“I can recall the times I’d lay awake.
Something in the night would cause me to shudder and shake.
But Mom and Dad would always be there for me.
And they’d say ‘We’re always there.'” sang Ruby.
“Always there
Someone you can count on
To comfort you
Always there
Like a green, green valley
You can come home to.” sang all of the kids.
“Always there.” sang Petrie.
They huddled together. They soon fell asleep.
The next morning, they awoke. “Morning already?” said Cera, stretching and yawning. They went outside and found that it was still raining hard. They all groaned.
“Maybe the rain will throw them off of our scent.” said Chomper. They headed out into the rain. They didn’t meet any enemies. However, as they neared the entrance to the Great Valley, they heard roaring. Red Claw, Screech, and Thud were coming.
They headed up a path to the Great Valley. Water was running down it and they slipped many times. They held on to each other and were able to get back up and into the Great Valley. Red Claw, Screech, and Thud, meanwhile, had tried to go after them. However, Screech and Thud slipped on the mud and fell down the hill, colliding with Red Claw and taking him with them. They eventually reached the bottom. Red Claw snarled at his two Fast Biter minions in disgust.
Meanwhile, the kids came into the Great Valley. “Littlefoot!” said Grandpa and Grandma Longneck. “Cera!” said Topps and Tria. “Petrie!” said Mama Flyer! “Ducky! Spike!” said Mama Swimmer. “Chomper and Ruby!” said all of the parents. “We’re fine.” said all of the kids. “We got stranded out there but we’re back now.” they continued. Their parents hugged them, and Chomper and Ruby too. All was well.EPISODE 29: RETURN OF THE EGG STEALERS
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CHARACTERS
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Littlefoot
Cera
Ducky
Petrie
Spike
Chomper
Ruby
Ozzy
Strut
Screech
Thud
Metriacanthosaurus Mom
Metriacanthosaurus Dad
SONGS
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Eggs
I Feel So Happy
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“Ok Strut, let’s see what we can get today.” said Ozzy. “I don’t know Ozzy. Stealing Sharptooth eggs seems dangerous, don’t you think?” said Strut. “Maybe we could some green leaves and…” said Strut, picking up a green leaf and preparing to put it into his mouth.
“No!” said Ozzy angrily, knocking the green leaf out of his brother’s hand. “You’re going to learn to like eggs Strut! One way or another!” snapped Ozzy. “Just because you’re my older brother doesn’t mean you can always boss me around like that. I have feelings you know.” said Strut.
“I want you to be normal, instead of the oddball you are!” said Ozzy angrily. “Watch and learn brother.” said Ozzy. Strut covered his eyes, for his brother was going for Metriacanthosaurus eggs. Ozzy dodged the watchful eye of the parents and grabbed several eggs. Ozzy saw that his brother was standing nearby with his eyes covered. He groaned. He moved away from the Sharpteeth. He then yelled to his brother: “Come along Strut!” Strut opened his eyes and took off after his brother.
The Sharpteeth, who had been sleeping, woke up and noticed that their eggs were gone. They were saddened about the loss of their eggs. However, in the distance, they heard others coming. They sniffed the air. “Flat Teeth.” they said to each other in Sharptooth.
Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, Spike, Chomper, and Ruby were in the Mysterious Beyond again. They had gone out here to talk to Ruby’s family. They were on their way back. Ducky and Petrie were in front. Suddenly, some clawed hands grabbed them.
“Let me go! That is not nice. It is not.” said Ducky. “Me no like this!” whined Petrie. They turned and saw yellow eyes staring at them. The creatures had pointed teeth. “Sharptooth!” the two yelled.
Chomper ran forward. Let them go! he said in Sharptooth. They are our lunch! the Sharptooth couple said in Sharptooth. Isn’t there any way I can persuade you to let them go? Chomper pleaded in Sharptooth. As a matter of fact there is. said the Sharptooth father in Sharptooth. What? Chomper asked eagerly in Sharptooth. “Our eggs were stolen just moments ago. If you can get them back the Bright Circle goes down, we will let them go. If not, we will be having them for dinner.” said the Sharptooth mother in Sharptooth. There didn’t seem to be any other hope for Ducky and Petrie. “Deal.” said Chomper in Sharptooth.
“What did they say?” asked Littlefoot. “Their eggs were just taken. If we get them back before the Bright Circle goes down, they will let Ducky and Petrie go. If we can’t then…then…” said Chomper. He couldn’t say “they will die” so instead, he just drew his claw across his throat dramatically. The others got the message and gasped.
Theme song plays [“All I see is the day in front of us! All I see is the day in front of us! Burning bright with a new-born sun! Burning bright with a new-born sun! Come follow me
Hills to climb and plains to roam
Oh, streams to follow all the way home
To the Land Before Time
Before time”)
“How are we supposed to find those nasty Egg Stealers before the Bright Circle goes down?” Cera asked. They were all worried for the safety of Ducky and Petrie. “I’ll smell them out.” said Chomper. He sniffed the air. “Odd, I recognize that smell!” he said.
Meanwhile, Ozzy and Strut kept going, looking for a safe place to eat the eggs. Out here in the open simply wouldn’t do. “Ozzy, are you sure about this?” asked Strut, worried. He recalled what happened when he had gotten on the wrong side of Chomper’s parents. “Yes, I’m sure.” said Ozzy. “I don’t think Eggs are worth this risk.” said Strut. “Yes, ALL eggs are!” said Ozzy angrily.
“When I wake up
first thing I do
Eggs
Is to look around
for something to chew
“Eggs-actly”
Feeding myself is very, very tricky
because you see, I’m ridiculously picky
Eggs” sang Ozzy.
“Ozzy, I don’t mean to bother you but I think we should…” sang Strut.
“This Struthiomimus
won’t settle for the dregs
I’ll borrow
I’ll beg
I’ll even hug you.” sang Ozzy.
“Hug me?” sang Strut in shock.
“For my dear beloved dose…
of eggs.” sang Ozzy.
“Um Ozzy I don’t think this is such a good idea
I don’t like being chased or eaten.
Why not get a juicy little leaf
with a beautiful stick in it
Why not just give up on eggs
so that we don’t have to risk it?” said Strut.
“Strut!” sang Ozzy.
“What?!” Strut sang.
“You imbecilic eater
great green globs couldn’t
possibly be sweeter
than a pile of eggs.
It’s worth risking Sharpteeth even at night,
to get a tasty bite!
You’ve got to smell them, feel them, crack them open
for a great big nest full I am hoping.” sang Ozzy.
“Why don’t we just admit that we’ve been beaten?
There’s no risk in getting green.
It certainly couldn’t hurt.
and we won’t get eaten.” sang Strut.
“The colors and shapes and assorted sizes
gobble them all for appetizers
Eggs-tasy.” sang Ozzy.
“Ozzy, what’s the matter with a little vegetation?
It negates the risk of our possible extermination.” sang Strut.
“I’ve had it up to here with this continuous aggravation!” sang Ozzy.
“Why not have a piece of a tree?” sang Strut.
“Oh you lunkhead, why can’t you be more like me?
You leaf-loving” sang Ozzy.
“Hey!” said Strut.
“Bush-burping
Stem-smelling
Garden-gorging” sang Ozzy.
“Wait a minute!” said Strut.
“Plant-popping, tree-tasting, always running,
Dirt-devouring beast!” sang Ozzy.
“Ozzy!” said Strut.
“You’ve got to have eggs
Thrice a day
at least.” sang Ozzy.
Meanwhile, the kids were following Chomper, who was smelling the air. “I know that smell. I smelled it before, some cold times ago.” said Chomper. “What is it?” said Littlefoot. “Remember those Egg Stealers that we had trouble with when we first met?” said Chomper. Littlefoot gasped. “It’s them, isn’t it?” said Littlefoot. Chomper nodded.
“Well, there’s seven of us and only two of them, if it is.” said Cera. “Don’t underestimate them. They’re a lot more dangerous than they look.” said Littlefoot. Chomper nodded.
Meanwhile, Ducky and Petrie were struggling. “Let me go. I do not like this, oh no I do not.” she said. “Me want to go home!” Petrie moaned. The two Sharpteeth stared at the kids. “Why did the young boy want to try and get them from us? Surely, his mom and dad can get him something to eat.” the female asked her mate in Sharptooth. “No idea. Perhaps he is hungry for Swimmer and Flyer.” he replied in Sharptooth.
“What are they saying?” Ducky asked Petrie. “Me no know. Me no understand Sharptooth.” said Petrie. The two were both afraid. They wondered why they were still alive. Ducky nervously poked the male Sharptooth. “Are you going to eat us?” she asked.
Neither he nor his mate understood what she said. However, they kind of guessed. “It doesn’t look good for you kid either way. Most likely we’ll be eating you after the Bright Circle goes down However, if by some luck, we get our egg back, that young boy will be eating you.” he said to Ducky in Sharptooth.
Neither Ducky nor Petrie could understand him. “What you say?” said Petrie. The female Sharptooth guessed that they could not understand them. She decided to do it the old fashioned way.
She pointed at the Bright Circle, then at the ground, then at her eggs, then at Ducky and Petrie. Ducky sat there, perplexed. She said to Petrie “We have until the Bright Circle goes down to do something with eggs.” said Ducky, trying to understand the charades. The female Sharptooth pointed at a spot where some eggs were clearly missing from her nest.
“Oh, me get it. They want their eggs back before the Bright Circle goes down.” said Petrie. They nodded to show that they got it. The male Sharptooth put rocks where the missing eggs were. He then pointed at them and showed claws walking away. Eventually, the kids got it.
“They said that if they get their eggs back before the Bright Circle goes down, they will let us go.” said Ducky. “What if they not get them back in time?” Petrie asked Ducky. He and Ducky threw the rocks out of the nest and then pointed to himself and Ducky.
The female understood and pointed to Ducky and Petrie. Then she opened her mouth and pointed inside it. “They say that if they no get them back by the time Bright Circle down, that they eat us!” said Petrie in fright. They both whimpered.
The female Sharptooth looked at them with pity. “I’ve eaten their kind before, but this is going to be awful.” she said in Sharptooth to her mate. “We will do it quickly dear.” he said back in Sharptooth to her.
Ducky and Petrie didn’t understand what they were saying. However, they both knew that time was running out, and that, if Chomper failed, this would be their last day on earth.
Meanwhile, Chomper had caught sight of the Egg Stealers. “Hey you, give back those eggs!” he said. Ozzy and Strut turned to glare at him. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the young Sharptooth who showed us up a few cold times ago!” said Ozzy. “Give back those Eggs you smelly Egg Stealers!” said Chomper.
“Or what? You going to eat us?” said Ozzy, smirking. “Come on Ozzy, don’t provoke him.” said Strut nervously. “Yeah, I might.” said Chomper. He was seriously considering it. If they lost Ducky and Petrie, these two were going to pay he thought!
“Get him!” yelled Ozzy. The two tackled Chomper before he could react. “I’m going to deal with you once and for all!” said Ozzy. “Let’s throw him off a cliff, eh, brother.” said Strut. Ozzy and Strut went off, carrying Chomper. They had left their eggs behind.
“Get the eggs. I’ll go get Chomper.” said Littlefoot. The others got the eggs. “We must hurry. Hurry we must before they come back.” said Ruby. “I hope Ducky and Petrie are ok. How do we know the Sharpteeth will keep their promise?” said Cera. “We’ll have to trust them. What choice do we have?” said Ruby. Cera realized that she was right.
Meanwhile, Ozzy and Strut had Chomper near the edge of a cliff. “So long Sharptooth!” said Ozzy. Strut laughed maniacally.
“Leave my friend alone!” said Littlefoot. “Oh, just what I hate, a pesky weed wacker!” said Ozzy. “I’ll get you too!” said Ozzy.
“Forgetting something?” said Chomper, smiling. “What?” said Ozzy angrily. “Dropped something?” said Chomper. “What did we drop?” said Strut.
“Our eggs!” said Ozzy in horror. “Egg-actly!” said Chomper, smiling. Littlefoot rammed Ozzy, who dropped Chomper. Strut ran forward, but Chomper took a bite at him. Strut moved aside just in time. Ozzy and Strut collided, rolled down around the edge of the cliff, and fell down a few feet into pricker thorns.
“YOW!” they both yelled. They eventually got out of the thorns. “How could this day get any worse?” said Ozzy in disgust. Just then, Screech and Thud came. “Now it’s worse.” said Strut. The two ran. It took them a while to lose the two Fast Biters.
Strut picked up a green leaf. “Leaf?” he said, offering it to Ozzy. Ozzy whacked him. “Strut!” he said angrily.
Meanwhile, the kids had come back with the eggs. And just in time, as a moment later, the Bright Circle went down. The kids all started to sing, especially Ducky and Petrie.
“Me feel so happy
Me want everyone to see
It like the bright circle
All shiny inside’a me.” sang Petrie.
“Me thought that this was the end.
That it would be the doom of me and me friend.” sang Petrie.
“I was so worried about what would become of Petrie
and he was so worried about what would become of me.
I thought for sure, that that this was something they could not do.
But Chomper and Littlefoot made it through.” sang Ducky.
“We feel so happy
We want everyone to see
It’s like the bright circle
is shining inside of me
Feel so Happy!” they all sang.
The Sharpteeth, true to their word, let the kids go. They snuggled their eggs. They gave a courteous nod to Chomper. As they saw them walk away, the male said to the female in Sharptooth “I think he’s friends with the others.” His mate replied in Sharptooth “They have a great friend.”
The kids were able to get back into the Great Valley. All was well again.EPISODE 28: BAD INFLUENCE
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CHARACTERS
Littlefoot
Cera
Ducky
Petrie
Spike
Chomper
Ruby
Topps
Tria
Tricia
Grandma Longneck
Grandma Longneck
Red Claw
Screech
Thud
SONGS________________________________________
I’m So Mad
Feel So Happy
“Let’s go to the Meadow of Jumping Waters!” said Chomper. “Last one there is a rotten egg!” said Cera.
They ran out into the Mysterious Beyond. They were running through the geysers, playing a game of trying to see who could avoid being hit by the water the most. Petrie was winning.
“Me doing the best.” bragged Petrie.
“But I am catching up.” said Ducky, who was also doing quite well.
“Isn’t that your stepsister?” asked Ruby, pointing toward Tricia, who was coming toward them.
Cera, who thought it was a trick, laughed “Nice try Ruby!”
“Cewa!” said young Tricia. Cera was stunned and ran right into a bunch of geysers. The others laughed.
“Tricia, what are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be out here!” Cera scolded.
“I think it’ll be all right.” said Littlefoot.
“Are you sure that we should let Tricia with us? If she got into trouble, then we’d get into trouble because she got into trouble.” said Ruby. “Ruby, you worry too much.” said Cera. “Me think Tricia will be fine.” said Petrie.
Ruby sighed. “If you say so. Last time we came here, we had a bad encounter with….” she said. ROAR! “Red Claw!” she screamed.
Red Claw came after them, his mouth dripping saliva. They all turned and ran. Screech and Thud came toward them too. They were headed for Tricia.
“We can’t lose Tricia!” said Cera. There was a ledge in front of Tricia with a drop off below it. There was another side about 8 feet from where Tricia was.
“Tricia, you need to jump! Jump you need to!” said Ruby to Tricia. Tricia jumped. She almost made it to the other side, but slipped. She dangled, hanging onto a vine and crying.
“Tricia!” said Cera! Cera jumped across and got her sister. The others also were able to get across. Red Claw, Screech, and Thud too were able to get across. They headed toward the entrance to the Great Valley. They were able to get in.
Red Claw, Screech, and Thud turned back, knowing they couldn’t take all of the Leaf Eaters in there. “Yeah, we did it!” said Littlefoot.
They turned and saw Topps glaring at them. “You were careless with Tricia!” he said gruffly. “But Dad I…” said Cera. “I’ve told you that the others were a bad influence!” said Topps. “Dad, we…” she said. “I don’t want Tricia going with them anymore! That was too close!” said Topps. “What?!” said Cera in shock.
(Theme song: All I see is the day in front of us. All I see is the day in front of us. Burning bright with a new-born sun. Burning bright with a new-born sun. Come follow me
Hills to climb and plains to roam
Oh, streams to follow all the way home
To the Land Before Time
Before time
)
“It’s not fair!” said Cera angrily. She had tried to get her father to back down but he wouldn’t budge. “I did what I had to. I can’t let Tricia get hurt.” said Topps. “Hmmmmmphhhh!” said Cera, angrily running and smashing a boulder. “Cera!” Topps called after her.
“Don’t you think you’re taking it a bit too far Topsy?” said Tria. “No! I lost my wife and most of my kids. I’m not going to let anything happen to Cera and Tricia!” said Topps firmly. “You’re being too harsh! It was an accident!” said Tria. “Well, that ‘accident’ almost cost Tricia her life!” said Topps.
Tricia was crying, as she too thought her father was overdoing it. Cera was fuming. “It’s not fair Tricia!” said Cera. Tricia nodded.
Littlefoot and his friends also thought this was unfair. “Your dad is being unreasonable!” said Littlefoot. “Normally, I’d make you sorry you questioned my Dad, but right now I agree.” said Cera. “Perhaps your dad just trying to do what he think right.” said Petrie.
“Well, it’s not fair
We didn’t mean for that to happen.
He doesn’t care
Now I feel hurt on the inside
And Tricia is upset as well.
I can tell.
Makes me wanna yell
Smash rocks and kick them
Step aside
Get outta my way, ’cause I’m angry
And it’s something I can’t hide
But after all
I kick and stomp and roar
It seems that I
I still feel
that I can’t take it anymore
I still feel bad
I’m still mad
So what now?” sang Cera.
“I’m sure I don’t know.” said Ruby. “We could play with her anyway. We could. We could.” suggested Ducky. “You don’t want to cross Dad. Trust me.” said Cera matter-of-factly. “Well, I have an idea.” said Littlefoot.
He came to his grandparents. “We have a problem with Mr. Threehorn.” said Littlefoot. “What’s he done now?” asked Grandma Longneck. “Tricia went with us into the Mysterious Beyond. Red Claw, Screech, and Thud came. It wasn’t our fault that she almost got eaten and almost fell to her death. It was just an accident. Bad luck. Now he’s not letting Tricia around us again. He thinks we’re a bad influence.” said Littlefoot. “The nerve of him!” said Grandma Longneck. “I’ll go talk to him.” said Grandpa Longneck.
“I think you are overdoing it.” said Grandpa Longneck to Topps. “Don’t tell me how to deal with my kids.” said Topps gruffly. “Littlefoot feels that this is overdoing it.” said Grandpa Longneck. “Littlefoot needs to mind his own business.” said Topps. “You’ve made it his business by claiming he’s a bad influence!” piped in Grandma Longneck.
“I almost lost Tricia! I’m her father and I’ll do what’s best for her.” said Topps. “Well I’m her mother and I say you’re overdoing it. It was an accident.” said Tria, confronting Topps.
“Look dear, I don’t want her to get hurt.” said Topps. He stormed off. “Men!” muttered Tria.
“So, did it work?” Chomper asked Cera and Littlefoot. “No, Dad is still as stubborn as ever!” said Cera in disgust. Spike shook his head.
“Well, I’ve had it. I’m running away! I can’t take this anymore!” said Cera. “Cera, wait!” said Littlefoot. However, she turned and ran and headed out into the Mysterious Beyond.
“Cera! Cera!” Topps called a few hours later. He kept searching for Cera. “Where could she be?” he asked Tria. “I don’t know Topsy.” she said. Tricia was worried. She was being watched by Topps and Tria. However, she was worried about her older half-sister. While Topps and Tria were worrying about Cera, Tricia went off. She headed toward the Mysterious Beyond.
“Where Tricia going?” asked Petrie. “She is going into the Mysterious Beyond! She could get hurt out there! She could! She could!” said Ducky. They all went after her.
“We’ve got to find her!” said Littlefoot. “We are already in hot water with Mr. Threehorn. If we help, then maybe he will let us be with Tricia again.” said Ruby. “But where is she?” said Littlefoot.
Chomper sniffed the air. “That way.” he said, pointing south. They went after Tricia, hoping to find her before a Sharptooth did.
Cera, meanwhile, headed out here to be alone. She didn’t really intend to stay away for good. Maybe her vanishing would make her dad realize that he was being foolish and that, once he got her back, he would forget the whole thing with Tricia.
Suddenly, she saw two familiar Fast Biters. They were prowling around, looking for a meal. Screech and Thud! She turned and slowly tried to creep away. The two Sharpteeth sniffed the air. They smelled her and moved toward her. She saw them in time and took off full speed!
While Cera ran for her life, Tricia continued to wander into the Mysterious Beyond, looking for her older half-sister. “Cewa!” she said. “Cewa!” She couldn’t find her. She started to cry.
Just then, Cera ran right into her. “Cewa!” she said happily. “Tricia?” said Cera in shock. “What are you doing out here?” she asked. ROAR! Red Claw!
“Don’t panic Tricia, Cera is here.” said Cera, trying to reassure her younger half-sister. The other kids came to them. “There you guys are!” said Littlefoot.
Red Claw, Screech, and Thud came into sight, their mouths dripping saliva, eager to get a meal. “Go Tricia! I’ll handle them!” said Cera to her half-sister. “Cewa?” said Tricia. “I said go!” said Cera.
Topps and Tria saw the sight. They couldn’t believe it. Topps was upset again. “They put Tricia in danger again!” said Topps angrily.
“No, Topsy. We were supposed to be watching Tricia. You can’t blame it on them this time. Cera went out there because she was upset and Tricia went after her.” said Tria. Topps could say nothing. He knew that Tria was right. Plus, she could be stern when mad enough. Stern enough to even scare him into backing down.
Cera went and charged at Red Claw. She tried to ram him in the foot with her horn. It made him yelp, but he still stayed up. He moved to strike her.
Red Claw howled in pain. “Huh?” said Cera. Chomper had bitten him in the tail. Screech came and tried to bite Chomper. However, Chomper moved in time and Screech bit Red Claw’s tail instead. Red Claw howled in even more pain.
Screech jumped aside. It was a near miss. Red Claw had aimed an angry swipe at Screech for biting him in the tail. The three Sharpteeth now moved toward Chomper and Cera.
“Hey you!” said Topps. Topps charged at Red Claw. He was able, after a standoff, to knock him over. Red Claw got back up and Screech and Thud came at Topps. It looked bad.
WHAM! Tria butted the two Fast Biters. They howled in pain. Luckily, for them, they only got jabbed by her horns and not impaled. The kids all rammed them too. The bad guys fell over. They knew that they were outmatched and took off. The group cheered.
Back in the Great Valley, Topps apologized to them. Apologies from Topps were rare, as he so often thought he was always right, but he did the best he could. “I’m sorry. I owe you an apology. That was really a mistake. It could have happened to anyone. I see that now. You have my permission to go with Tricia again.” he said. They all cheered. “However, I do expect you to be careful with her. She’s still young after all.” said Topps. “We understand sir.” said Littlefoot.
Cera and the kids started to sing.
“I feel so happy
I want everyone to see
It’s like the bright circle
is shining inside of me.” sang Cera.
“Tricia almost got hurt and it made upset Dad.
I think he’d always be mad.
But then we found out that we all make mistakes
and now we can play again.” Cera continued.
“I feel so happy
I want everyone to see
It’s like the bright circle
is shining inside of me” sang the others.
“I feel so happy
I want everyone to see
It’s like the bright circle
is shining inside of me
Feel so Happy!” they all sang.
It seemed that things were back to normal. Tricia went playing with her friends in the mud pools. They were all having a good time. Tricia fell in and them resurfaced, giggling. They all laughed. All was well again.EPISODE 27: RETURN TO THE VALLEY
CHARACTERS
Littlefoot
Cera
Ducky
Petrie
Spike
Chomper
Ruby
Bron
Topps
Diggers
Wild Arms
Etta
Shorty
Grandma Longneck
Red Claw
Screech
Thud
Featherhead Sharpteeth
Horned Sharptooth
SONGS
Remembering
Good Times, Good Friends
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“I’d like to thank you guys for rescuing me.” said Bron to Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, Spike, and Etta.
“No problem.” replied Etta.
“I helped too.” piped in Wild Arms.
“Sure you did!” scoffed Etta, wrinkling her eyebrows.
“We can finally go back home and be together.” Littlefoot said excitedly to Bron.
Meanwhile, nearer to the Great Valley, the Sharptooth Red Claw and his two Fast Biter minions, Screech and Thud, sniffed the air. They were looking for Chomper and Ruby. While the kids usually stayed in the Great Valley, occasionally they left. Based on what they could smell, Chomper and Ruby had done just that. Their scent was leading toward the Land of the Featherhead Sharpteeth.
Why would the Little Biter go there? Red Claw wondered. It doesn’t matter. When I’m done with him, he’ll never be going anywhere ever again. he thought. He, Screech, and Thud took off after Chomper and Ruby’s scents.
Meanwhile, back closer to the Fire Mountain, the kids heard a roaring. “Keep down.” said Bron.
“Oh no! A Sharptooth!” gasped Wild Arms, who promptly fainted.
It was the Horned Sharptooth. “Hide, I’ll distract him.” whispered Chomper to them.
He approached the Horned Sharptooth. Were you looking for a bunch of Flatteeth? asked Chomper in Sharptooth.
Yes, I was, Little Biter. Did you see them? he asked.
Yes, they went that way. lied Chomper, pointing toward the Fire Mountain. I’d have gone after them myself but they were kind of big.
Thanks. Wonder why they’d head toward the Fire Mountain. It looks like there is Flowing Fire all around there said the Horned Sharptooth.
You know Flatteeth aren’t very smart said Chomper. The Horned Sharptooth nodded before leaving.
The others, minus Ruby, who understood what the two had said, had only heard roaring and grunting. “What did you say?” asked Littlefoot.
“I sent him toward the Fire Mountain. We should be long gone before he figures out that I tricked him.” Chomper said.
“You carry him this time.” said Topps to Grandpa Longneck, indicating the unconscious Wild Arms.
They continued off for a while. Cera knew Ruby could understand Sharptooth and had asked her what Chomper had said.
At one point, Cera stopped walking. “What do you mean Flatteeth aren’t very smart?!” snapped Cera at Chomper, upon hearing from Ruby the translation of the conversation.
(Theme song: All I see is the day in front of us. All I see is the day in front of us. Burning bright with a new-born sun. Burning bright with a new-born sun. Come follow me
Hills to climb and plains to roam
Oh, streams to follow all the way home
To the Land Before Time
Before time
)
Meanwhile, in the Great Valley, hiding under a fernwood tree, Shorty was crying. He was in Fernwood Forest, a part of the Great Valley that had lots of fern trees. He had seen the incident where Bron had been stranded. Neither Wild Arms nor the others in Bron’s herd had volunteered to help rescue Bron. He, unlike Littlefoot, had assumed that it was hopeless and that Bron wouldn’t be rescued in time.
Grandma Longneck came near him. “What are you doing in Fernwood Forest all by yourself small one?” she asked. She saw the tears, which Shorty quickly tried to hide.
“Nothing.” Shorty lied.
“You’ve been crying.” she said.
“No I haven’t.” Shorty lied again.
“It’s ok Shorty. I’m sad too about Bron. We can only hope they got to him in time.” said Grandma Longneck.
Meanwhile, in the Mysterious Beyond, the Horned Sharptooth could see that there were no Flatteeth this way. Indeed, he found Flattooth footprints leading away from where Chomper had said.
Stinking Little Biter wanted those Flattooth kids for himself. Sent me off as a joke! I’ll teach him to trick me like that! the Horned Sharptooth thought angrily. He began sniffing for Chomper. He locked onto his scent and went off after him.
Meanwhile, the kids saw four Featherhead Sharpteeth ahead.
“What are we going to do? If they spot us, then they will chase us and I am too tired to be chased tonight so we need to think of a way so that they will not chase us.” said Ruby.
“I’ll take them!” said Topps.
“I don’t know Dad, there are four of them.” said Cera uneasily.
“Mr. Threehorn, she’s right. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” said Grandpa Longneck.
“Then what do you suggest we do?” asked Topps.
“We could go around the Land of the Featherhead Sharpteeth, “suggested Etta.
“Yes, but that way is rocky and there’s no place to rest. I’m tired.” said Bron.
“I have an idea. I’ll distract them just like last time.” suggested Chomper. The group nodded to show they liked the plan. “But they need to smell you. If they don’t, then they won’t believe me.” Chomper added.
“But if they smell us, won’t they get us?” asked Petrie.
“That is why you need to hide. Perhaps in that mud over there.” suggested Chomper, pointing at a bunch of smelly mud.
“I’m not getting in that stuff!” grumbled Topps, wrinkling his nose.
“Well then, I guess you’ll just get eaten.” laughed Etta, heading into the mud. The others went with Etta, leaving Topps alone as Chomper went toward the Featherhead Sharpteeth.
“Oh, all right.” grumbled Topps, heading into the mud as well with the others.
The Featherhead Sharpteeth smelled the Leaf Eaters and before they could begin to tail the group, Chomper came up to them. I smell the Flatteeth too. They went that way. Chomper lied, pointing out of the Land of the Featherhead Sharpteeth and away from his friends. The four Featherheads left, taking off after what they thought were the others.
Chomper returned to his Leaf Eater friends. “The mud worked!” said Chomper happily. “And they’re gone.” The mud, though, had woken up Wild Arms.
“PTTTTH! PTTTH! Yuck! Why am I covered in mud?” he whined.
“Quit your bellyaching!” growled Topps.
“I must ask why I am in covered in mud. I do not like being covered in mud!” complained Wild Arms.
“Quiet!” snarled Topps, banging his foot on the ground.
They reached the entrance of the Land of the Featherhead Sharpteeth. “Let’s look for a safe place to rest in the there, perhaps on one of those rocky cliffs. We can take turns watching so that we don’t get attacked in our sleep.” suggested Grandpa Longneck.
“I hope we don’t meet any Featherhead Sharpteeth.” Wild Arms said.
“Chomper sent away four of them while you were taking a nap.” said Topps.
“Four? Oh dear! At least they’re gone now.” said Wild Arms.
“Let’s get going before they come back.” said Etta.
“We need to find a place to rest for the night soon. I’m worn out.” said Grandpa Longneck.
Meanwhile, in the Great Valley, at Fernwood forest, Shorty sat there worried. “They aren’t back yet. If they haven’t found Bron by now, then he’s gone.” said Shorty, starting to cry again.
“Well, we still have our memories.” replied Grandma Longneck.
“Remembering, remembering
is a kind of a funny thing.” sang Grandma Longneck.
“It makes me think of time gone by.
And of those I hoped would never die.” sang Shorty.
“And though you never want to say goodbye,
And though sad thought may make you cry,
There is one thing that you cannot deny.
Good, bad, or even sad.
You’ll always recall the time you had.” sang Grandma Longneck, starting to cry too.
“I’ll always have my remembering.” sang Shorty.
“My remembering.” they both sang, finishing the song.
Shorty went and laid underneath two fern trees. He fell asleep. “Goodnight Shorty.” whispered Grandma Longneck, walking away to go to bed.
Back in the Land of the Featherhead Sharpteeth, Littlefoot and his friends had found a safe place to rest for the night. They were on the top of a cliff. The only path to them was a steep climb from below. True, this meant that if enemies came that way, they could be trapped up there, but it was better than sleeping in the open on level ground where they could be easy prey.
“You can take the first watch.” said Etta to Wild Arms.
“But…..but….Me!” protested Wild Arms.
“Just do it!” Topps bellowed loudly and ferociously.
Wild Arms shuddered. “Ok. Ok.” he said nervously.
“Oh, and try not to faint if a Sharptooth shows up.” added Etta. She and the others, minus Wild Arms, lay down and went to sleep. She lay next to Petrie and Spike. Littlefoot, Cera, and Ducky were next to each other. Topps, Bron, and Grandpa Longneck slept next to each other. Chomper and Ruby were also together, with Chomper resting his head on Ruby’s shoulders.
While the others slept, Wild Arms stood guard. “Just my luck.” he grumbled. “Of course I would have to be assigned to watch.” He paced back and forth nervously. The place was pitch black. You could hear yourself breath. Suddenly he spotted a pair of red eyes in the darkness. They seemed to be staring right back at him. “What is that?” he asked himself in alarm. Sweat began to run down his face. His legs began to shake. He was just about to faint until he realized it was just a small lizard that scuttled past. “PHEW!” he sighed in relief. As he continued his watch, pacing back and forth, suddenly he heard a screeching sound. Sound like that of a Sharptooth Flyer in the distance. He shuddered. “This is going to be one long night!” he moaned.
Meanwhile, the Featherhead Sharpteeth came across the Horned Sharptooth. Have you seen a bunch of Flatteeth? A young Two Claw, as he pointed, said they went this way.
The little brat lied! He sent me off too. I think he wants them all for himself growled the Horned Sharptooth!
We’ll show him then! vowed the four Featherhead Sharpteeth. The five of them went off looking for Chomper.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Land of the Featherhead Sharpteeth, Red Claw grinned. I can faintly smell the Little Biter. He’s around here somewhere. he said to Screech and Thud.
Around two in the morning, Wild Arms, who was about to turn the watch over to Etta, heard growling. “What could that be?” he asked himself aloud. He looked down the steep path they had come up. He didn’t see anything in the immediate vicinity. However, before he could shrug it off, he heard it again. He prodded Etta awake.
“Time already?” she yawned.
“There’s s-s—something down there!” he whimpered.
“I don’t see anything.” said Etta, again failing to suppress a yawn.
“I know, but there is something down there.” Wild Arms replied.
“Let’s go check.” said Etta.
“You go.” said Wild Arms, who didn’t want to risk his neck.
“How about we both go?” suggested Etta.
“Ok. That works.” Wild Arms, who didn’t want to go alone, agreed. They slowly went down the hill. They saw four Featherhead Sharpteeth sniffing around and the Horned Sharptooth was with them!
“Quick, we’ve got to wake the others!” Etta whispered. The two started back up the hill. “How I wish my wing wasn’t hurt and I could fly!” Etta lamented.
Etta shook Ruby awake. “What is it?” Ruby asked sleepily.
“Sharpteeth! They’re coming!” yelled Wild Arms.
The three of them shook the others awake. “What is it?” asked Topps grumpily.
“Sharpteeth. Five of them.” replied Etta.
The group went down the hill very slowly. I smell them nearby. I’m going to get that little brat for misdirecting me. came the Horned Sharptooth’s voice.
“Ut oh, he’s after me!” whimpered Chomper softly.
They were able to get down the hill and out of sight just before the bad guys turned the corner. They ran off. They bad guys soon realized where they were and took off after them.
“I hope they do not get us. I do not want to be eated. Oh no, no, no.” panted Ducky.
After a short while of running, the group spotted some Stinkweed. “I have an idea.” said Littlefoot.
“Oh no, I am not wearing….” protested Topps.
A while later, they were all wearing the Stinkweed. The Stinkweed had masked their smells and enabled them to get away. “This stuff is disgusting. I should never have come…” whined Wild Arms.
“SHUT UP!” bellowed Mr. Threehorn, cutting him off. Wild Arms stopped whining at once.
“We may smell bad, but at least because we smell bad, they cannot smell us, which is good.” said Ruby.
“And we lost them.” said Chomper, who was holding his nose due to the smell of the Stinkweed, happily.
“Ut oh, it appears that in losing them, we also lost ourselves.” exclaimed Ruby, who didn’t know where they were.
“Let’s find out in the morning. I’m very worn out.” whined Wild Arms. “I didn’t want to come spending all day and night with you guys, with hardly any rest. This isn’t what I had in mind when I set out to help with Bron.”
“You’re nothing but a coward Wild Arms. You didn’t even want to come, you griped the whole way to the Fire Mountain, and you faint when Sharpteeth get too close.” Topps derided him.
“But, but….” Wild Arms protested.
“He’s right. All you care about is yourself.” said Littlefoot disdainfully.
Cera looked behind her and groaned. “I think I have some idea where we are.” she grumbled.
“Where?” asked Petrie.
“We came out the wrong way. We’re headed back toward the Fire Mountain!” Cera grumbled. The group moaned.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to wait till tomorrow to set out again.” said Grandpa Longneck.
They found a place to rest under some trees. It was the same bunch of fruit trees near where the Diggers lived, though the group didn’t know this in the darkness. They all rested. Wild Arms, who felt sad about Topps’s and Littlefoot’s comments, rested away from the others.
“Me no think me can sleep with this stinky stuff near me.” Petrie grumbled.
“You’ll get used to it I suppose.” yawned Ruby.
Spike came up to Ruby and ate the Stinkweed off of her. “Spike, you no supposed to eat that. Now you going to have bad breath!” Petrie groaned. Spike ate the rest of the Stinkweed that the others, minus Bron, Grandpa Longneck and Topps, who were out of his reach, had. Spike ate the Stinkweed off of Petrie last. “No, Spike! NOOOOOO! That was our stinky smell to hide us from Sharpteeth!” Petrie whined. ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP! Spike belched. “Ohhhhh.” Petrie moaned, passing out from the smell, which was too odious for him to handle. They were all really tired and soon fell asleep.
Littlefoot was woken up a few minutes before dawn the following morning. “Huh?” He looked around. Something had poked him. “Who’s there?” he asked. He moved and accidentally bumped his head on a fruit tree. A few pieces of fruit fell to the ground. “Ow!” he moaned.
“Leader! Leader! Leader!”
Littlefoot yelled in fright. He turned to stare as several happy Diggers came into sight. They all huddled around him. “Leader! Leader! Leader!” they chanted.
Petrie woke up from Littlefoot’s yell. “What matter?” Petrie asked in alarm. Petrie saw the Diggers. Petrie laughed in relief. “Oh, they no dangerous.”
“What do they want? Why are they crying ‘Leader! Leader! Leader!’?” Littlefoot asked.
Petrie noticed the fallen fruit. “If you give them fruit, they make you their leader.”
Littlefoot pushed on one of the fruit trees, sending fruit plummeting to the ground. “Leader! Leader! Leader!” the Diggers chanted. Many Diggers came and carried Littlefoot.
“Hey, where are you taking me?” he cried at them.
They took him and sat in a small throne-like rock chair. They placed a crown of leaves on his head. “All hail the mighty Leader!” they cried.
The others had woken up too from all the commotion. “What’s going on?” Bron asked.
“These Diggers have made me their leader.” Littlefoot replied.
“Why would they do that?” asked Wild Arms.
“Because apparently if you get them fruit, they make you their leader.” Littlefoot answered.
“Let’s get going. I’m glad that it’s just these Digger things. I was worried that it was…..” said Wild Arms. ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR! “Sharpteeth!” cried Wild Arms.
The Horned Sharptooth and the four Featherhead Sharpteeth came into sight. They moved toward Chomper. Grandpa Longneck, Topps, and Bron moved to fight the off.
“Oh, how could this get any worse?” Wild Arms moaned.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR! Red Claw, Screech, and Thud came into sight, coming from the other direction as the Horned Sharptooth and the Featherhead Sharpteeth had come.
“You had to ask, didn’t you?” Topps grumbled to Wild Arms.
The Horned Sharptooth went to strike at Chomper. However, Red Claw growled at him. He’s mine. Out of the way! Red Claw snarled.
I’m going to teach him a lesson for misdirecting me like that! snapped the Horned Sharptooth at Red Claw.
I’m going to teach him a lesson for damaging my eye! said Red Claw, indicating the eye of his that was yellow due to injury.
The two got into a tussle over who would finish off Chomper. Red Claw pushed over the Horned Sharptooth, slashing him in the leg. Chomper and Ruby, meanwhile, used the opportunity of the fight to take off. Screech and Thud went toward Grandpa Longneck, Bron, and Topps, who were already struggling to fight off the four Featherhead Sharpteeth. Red Claw chased after Chomper, Ruby, Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike. Horned Sharptooth got up and also chased after them.
Grandpa Longneck, Bron, and Topps seemed to be having trouble with the four Featherhead Sharpteeth. Etta had an idea. Though her wing wasn’t fully healed, she decided that she had to act. She took to the air and slapped one of the Featherhead Sharpteeth in the head with her good wing. BLLLLLLULLLLLLLLH! Etta stuck her tongue out at the Featherhead Sharpteeth. She moved away from Topps, Grandpa Longneck, and Bron. “I’m over here!” Etta taunted. It did the trick. Two Featherhead Sharpteeth took off after her. Etta kept taunting them. “Over here you big lugs!” They snapped at her but she dodged them. “Did anyone tell you that your breath stinks?” Etta laughed.
Wild Arms, meanwhile, watched the fight with alarm. He was farthest from the group and the Sharpteeth seemed to be preoccupied with the others in the group. He didn’t really want to stick around with this many vicious Sharpteeth here, looking to get a meal. He thought of making a run for it to save his own skin.
Etta lured the two Featherhead Sharpteeth near some trees. She grabbed a branch with her claws. “Hey uglies, I’m over here!” she cried. As expected, one of the Featherhead Sharpteeth snapped at her. WHACK! She released the branch, which smacked the Featherhead Sharptooth right in the face. RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The Sharptooth cried in pain, falling over.
The other Sharptooth came at her. She decided to try the same trick again. “Want some Flyer munchies? Come and get me!” she taunted. The Featherhead Sharptooth came near her. She released the branch. However, much to her shock, the Featherhead Sharptooth ducked and then snapped at her. She flew out of the way. The Sharptooth, angry at her, grabbed a branch and whacked her with it just like she’d done to his partner. WHACK! Etta was sent sprawling through the air after the branch hit her. She collided with a rocky wall and fell to the ground. “Ohhhhh!” she moaned in pain.
It wasn’t going well for the others. Red Claw, Screech, Thud, and Horned Sharptooth had backed Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, and Spike into a corner. One of the Featherhead Sharpteeth rammed Grandpa Longneck with his head, knocking his over, where he fell into Topps, knocking him over as well. Bron wouldn’t be able to hold off the Featherhead Sharpteeth for long due to his sore leg. Three of the Featherhead Sharpteeth went after Bron, Grandpa Longneck, and Topps, while the fourth went after the hurt Etta. Wild Arms considered making a run for it. However, he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life as a coward, knowing he let all of his friends die to save his own skin. An idea occurred to him.
He ran at a tree, knocking a bunch of fruit to the ground. “Leader! Leader! Leader!” the Diggers chanted. He rammed more trees, knocking more fruit to the ground. “Leader! Leader! Leader!” the Diggers cried ecstatically.
“Leader here wants you to help out. You there, “ he said pointing at a group of 20 Diggers, “go take out all those Sharpteeth over there.” he said, pointing at the Sharpteeth attacking Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, Spike, Chomper and Ruby. The Diggers eagerly obeyed, running to the Sharpteeth, who turned as the Diggers came.
“You, come with me.” he said to the other Diggers. He charged at the Three Featherhead Sharpteeth coming at Bron, Grandpa Longneck and Topps, advancing like Han Solo when he single-handedly charged a hallway full of Stormtroopers on the Death Star. “Charge!” yelled Wild Arms. “Charge!” the Diggers echoed him. The Three Featherhead Sharpteeth, snapped at the Diggers and Wild Arms. However, the group was too quick for them. They knocked the three Sharpteeth over. The Diggers jumped on them and started to tickle them. Wild Arms, meanwhile, followed by two Diggers, advanced toward Etta and got there before the fourth Featherhead Sharptooth could. He grabbed her and took off with her in his arms.
“My hero!” said Etta. Wild Arms blushed. The Featherhead Sharptooth was gaining on them. However, before he could get to them, he got distracted as the two Diggers began to pelt him with fruits. He chased after them, allowing Etta and Wild Arms to move further away from him. One of the Diggers got a fruit in his open mouth. He coughed and winced, for he hated the taste of fruit. Topps, who had gotten up, used the opportunity to ram the Sharptooth over.
The Diggers knocked over Red Claw, Screech, and Thud. They also chased after Chomper. “Hey, leave me alone!” Chomper yelled.
“Oops.” said Wild Arms, who realized he should have been more specific about which Sharpteeth to attack. “Don’t attack him.” Wild Arms told the Diggers, pointing at Chomper. They stopped going after Chomper.
Red Claw, Screech, and Thud got up again. They chased after Chomper and Ruby. You’re mine Little Biter! growled Red Claw.
Chomper moved underneath a vine that some Diggers were holding. Ruby hopped over it. I don’t think so, Stink Breath! Chomper retorted at his archenemy.
Red Claw moved forward and tripped over the vine. He collided with Screech and Thud. The three of them fell off a cliff and landed in mud below. They were all muddy, but otherwise unarmed. I’ll get you Little Biter! Red Claw vowed.
The Diggers, Grandpa Longneck, Bron, and Topps routed the Horned Sharptooth and the four Featherhead Sharpteeth.
“Thank you Wild Arms.” said Bron.
“No problem.” replied Wild Arms, blushing.
They left, waving goodbye to the Diggers, who were disappointed that their “leader”, Wild Arms, was leaving. However, they soon found another “leader”, a Pteranodon who rested on one of the fruit trees, accidentally knocking off some fruit and sending it to the ground, making the Diggers cheer “Leader! Leader! Leader!” and forget all about Wild Arms. Littlefoot and his friends laughed at the silliness of the Diggers, though they were glad that they had helped save them.
In the afternoon, they returned to the Great Valley. Shorty saw Bron. “Bron, you’re alive!” he cried, running up and hugging him. Bron hugged him back.
“Yes, Littlefoot saved me!” replied Bron.
“I should have come too. I’m sorry.” said Shorty, feeling guilty.
“It’s all right Shorty.” replied Bron, hugging him with his neck.
“I’m glad you’re safe Bron.” said Grandma Longneck.
“Good time, good friends!
We made it in time to save my Dad.
Good times, good friends.
We didn’t give up even when things were bad.” sang Littlefoot.
“I’m so glad that he got saved!” sang Shorty.
“And I found that I could be brave!” sang Wild Arms.
“Think we’re having fun?” sang Chomper.
“Say it Ducky.” said Littlefoot.
“Yep, yep, yep.” said Ducky.
“Good times, good friends.
Glad we all made it back again.
Good times, good friends.
Wish that it would never end.” Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, Spike, Chomper, Ruby, Shorty, and Wild Arms sang together, finishing the song.
“You know, I like this place.” remarked Etta, looking around. “I think I’ll live here.”
“Me’d like that.” said Petrie.
And so, Bron had made it back alive to the Great Valley and Etta joined the Combined Herd. All was well.Actually, my plan was to have him eat omnivores (but not the Ruby type). I had to take a stretch based off of the Domeheads (who tried to eat Cera in the first movie but presumably reside in the Great Valley as “planet eaters” in movie 11.) In short, a dangerous type of omnivore. They’d be a greater threat to the plant eaters than the meat eaters, as they can disguise themselves as plant eaters and get past the Great Valley’s defenses. Also, with their diverse diet, they can hide in otherwise inhospitable environments (like the volcano regions of the Mountains that Burn.). In short, since omnivores can eat leaves, them killing for food would be more appalling to the audience as Sharpteeth “can’t eat vegetables, only meat.”
Hence, by creating something more sinister than Sharpteeth that the audience would feel less sorry for them if they died than perhaps other dinos.
Please, Chomper could always go after Egg Eaters. And, there is another possibility: Chomper doesn’t really fit in with the other Sharpteeth and he’s also on the larger end. Meaning he might be able to best smaller Sharpteeth. Perhaps he’ll eat them instead of Leaf Eaters, which, I’m sure, the Great Valley would be thrilled with.
