The Land Before Time VII: The Stone of Cold Fire


 * ''[first lines, as they show planets by narrating with Petrie]
 * Petrie: Long, long time ago, when little blinky lights in big darkness even more shiny, when Great Night Circle real smooth, not pockity like now, when whole world very different. Back then, there no Threehorn, no Longneck, not even Sharptooth. No, only one type animal, who fill sky with mighty screech and big flappy sound. This most smart, most brave, most handsome creature to ever rule world, the Flyers.
 * Cera: What? Hold it right there.
 * ''[the Flyers disappear]
 * Cera: That's not even close to the way it happened.
 * Petrie: Is too.
 * Cera: Says who?
 * Petrie: My Uncle Pterano, that who. He tell me all about it when me just nestling.
 * Cera: Well, he told you wrong.
 * ''[Petrie falls to the ground]
 * Ducky: I did not know you had an uncle.
 * ''[Petrie chews the leaf, then swallowing while gulping]
 * Petrie: Well, um, that because he go away when we all babies.
 * Cera: Go away? Ha! You mean he was sent away. My father once told me that the grown-ups kicked your uncle out of the herd.
 * Littlefoot: Wow! What did he do?
 * Cera: Uh, I forget that part. But I do remember it was pretty awful.
 * ''[they both gasp while Petrie appears, then rumbling with the dinosaurs walking along]
 * Petrie: Ohh. Lookie. [pointing to the dinosaurs walking] Who are they?
 * Littlefoot: Far Walkers. Grandpa said we were coming into the Wandering Time.
 * Cera: Where are they wandering from?
 * Littlefoot: Away from the cold lands, looking for food.
 * ''[Cera grabs the leaf, eating it]
 * Littlefoot: They know they can rest here and then go on their way.
 * Cera: Yeah. With a belly full of our tree-stars.
 * Petrie: Only if you not eat them all first.
 * Cera: What did you say?
 * Petrie: Uh, I say, oh, gee, that sure be the worst.
 * ''[Cera growls at Petrie]
 * Grandma: [offscreen] Littlefoot! Littlefoot!
 * Ducky: Littlefoot, that is your grandma calling.
 * Littlefoot: Huh?
 * Grandma: [offscreen] Ducky! Spike!
 * Ducky: Let us go home, Spike.
 * Cera's Dad: [offscreen] Cera, time for bed!
 * Cera: We'd better go. [he goes to bed] A world run by Flyers. Ha!
 * Petrie: Was too.
 * Cera: Was not.
 * Petrie: Was too.
 * Cera: Was not.
 * Petrie: Was too.
 * Cera: Was not.
 * Grandpa: [offscreen] Littlefoot!
 * Littlefoot: Huh?
 * Grandpa: [offscreen] Littlefoot!
 * Littlefoot: Uh, coming! [he comes to bed]
 * ''[they all sleep, then grunting, then breaking the pinecone]
 * Littlefoot: Ow! [he shakes the pinecone pieces off] Huh? [he looks at the flying rock, then explosion] Whoa! [gasping] Grandpa! Grandma! Did you see it?
 * ''[they both get up]
 * Littlefoot: Wasn't that amazing?
 * Grandma: [yawning] Wasn't that amazing, Littlefoot?
 * Littlefoot: The way that thing flew across the sky, and that light, and that noise, and, and... You didn't see any of it?
 * ''[they both shake their heads, then sighing]
 * Grandpa: Littlefoot, we need to talk. Uh, okay? About what?
 * Grandma: About what you say last night. You see, dear, word has gotten around...
 * Ducky's Mom: And it's made some of our guests a bit, well, upset.
 * Spokes Dinosaur: Upset? That's putting it mildly.
 * Cera's Dad: There's no reason to get all huffy.
 * Spokes Dinosaur: Hmmph!
 * Cera's Dad: Hmmph, yourself.
 * Grandma: Littlefoot, why don't you tell everyone exactly what you saw?
 * Littlefoot: Well, I-- I saw a flying rock.
 * Cera's Dad: There. You see? Nothing unusual about a flying rock. We've all seen them.
 * Littlefoot: Yeah, but this one was different.
 * ''[Cera's Dad groans, then Littlefoot tells about the bright light he saw last night]
 * Littlefoot: It-- It flew real low and it shined like the Bright Circle, only blue, and it made a crackling sound like fire in the trees.
 * ''[they all chatter while murmuring]
 * Spokes Dinosaur: Look here. Nobody else saw this thing. How do you explain that?
 * Littlefoot: I don't know. I guess everybody else was asleep. You believe me, don't you, Grandpa?
 * Grandpa: Of course I believe you, Littlefoot, but, uh...
 * Littlefoot: But what?
 * Grandpa: But perhaps you say a flying rock that only seemed different. Perhaps you were still a little sleepy. Or maybe it was something you saw in a dream. Isn't that impossible?
 * ''[they both murmur]
 * Littlefoot: Well, I-- I guess so. Only...
 * Rainbow Face 1: It's always like this, isn't it?
 * Rainbow Face 2: Yes, if they don't see it with their own eyes, it doesn't exist. What limited thinking.
 * Grandpa: Uh, I beg your pardon?
 * Rainbow Face 1: As well you should. I mean, what if the little Longneck did see something extraordinary?
 * Rainbow Face 2: Miraculous.
 * Cera's Dad: Impossible.
 * Rainbow Face 2: Really? Have you really seen all there is to see? Are there no mysteries left for you?
 * Cera's Dad: Well-- Well, uh, um, no.
 * Rainbow Face 1: [to Cera's Dad] Ah. Then why do you call the Mysterious Beyond "mysterious"? Why not the "Boring" Beyond? Or the "Ooh, Nothing Out Here of Any Interest to Us" Beyond?
 * ''["Beyond the Mysterious Beyond" begins]
 * Rainbow Face 1: Don't you ever wonder what's out there? [singing] Beyond the Mysterious Beyond out past the smallest light that's twinkling. You cannot even have an inkling of what is going on. [stops singing] For example, there's this enormous...
 * Rainbow Face 2: [clears throat, singing] Beyond the Mysterious Beyond out where the darkness is the scariest, out where the wonders are the rariest past the edge of dawn.
 * Rainbow Face 1: [singing] There's so much more to everything than anyone supposes.
 * Rainbow Face 2: [singing] The answers lie inside your dreams, and underneath your noses.
 * Cera: [singing] Beyond this Mysterious Beyond, they act like they really think they know it all, but I won't believe it till they show it all. I trust what my eyes can see, not some dumb beyond.
 * Cera's Dad: Friends of yours?
 * Spokes Dinosaur: Uh, not really. They joined up with us some time ago. Always asking questions, talking in riddles. Harmless, I think. But, well, they are a bit strange.
 * Cera's Dad: You're all a bit strange if you ask me.
 * Littlefoot: [singing] Beyond the Mysterious Beyond. Think of the things that we could see there. Oh, how I wish that we could be there. All of my friends and me.
 * Both: [singing] If stars can fall and rocks can fly, and mountains catch on fire. We can set our sights beyond the sky.
 * All: [singing] Or maybe even higher! Beyond!
 * Rainbow Face 1: [singing] Beyond the Mysterious Beyond!
 * All: [singing] The Mysterious Beyond!
 * Rainbow Face 1: [singing] Trust in your own imagination!
 * Cera: Hmmph!
 * Both: [singing] You are a part of the creation of all that lies beyond, the Mysterious Beyond!
 * All: [singing] The Mysterious Beyond! Beyond!
 * ''[the music ends, the twinkling sky disappears]
 * Grandpa: I'm sorry, but what are you saying?
 * Rainbow Face 2: We're saying, what if this was no ordinary flying rock?
 * Rainbow Face 1: What if it was, for example, a Stone of Cold Fire? What does the Rainbow Face mean?
 * Littlefoot: What is a Stone of Cold Fire?
 * Rainbow Face 2: Glad you asked.
 * Rainbow Face 1: Some say that these stones can shine light without heat.
 * Rainbow Face 2: Some believe they can give powers far beyond our comprehension, heal the sick and other miracles.
 * Rainbow Face 1: Then again, still others believe that such stones are a message.
 * Cera's Dad: What kind of message?
 * Rainbow Face 2: A message from beyond the Mysterious Beyond.
 * All: Ooh!
 * Cera's Dad': [stamping on the ground] Quiet! You're not from around here, are you?
 * Rainbow Face 2: You might say that.
 * Cera's Dad: Then let me tell you how things work in these parts.
 * Rainbow Face 1: Oh, please do.
 * Rainbow Face 2: This should be fascinating.
 * Cera's Dad: First, a flying rock is a flying rock. Second, fire can't be cold. And third, there is nothing beyond the Mysterious Beyond.
 * Rainbow Face 1: You're sure?
 * Cera's Dad: Yes. And I'm also sure I don't want any ranting Rainbow Faces filling our young ones' heads with rubbish.
 * Littlefoot: [to Cera's Dad] Please. I know where it fell. We could go find it and...
 * Cera's Dad: No. The Smoking Mountains are far away in the Mysterious Beyond. Totally off-limits. There are Sharpteeth and-and fire pits. And that's that. No.
 * Littlefoot: But...
 * Grandpa: I'm sorry, Littlefoot. But until the Far Walkers leave the Valley, it might be better if we didn't make any more fuss about that flying rock. All right.
 * Littlefoot: [sighing] Yes, Grandpa.
 * ''[they all walk away]
 * Grandpa: Of course you can always talk to me about it. I am curious about such things, you know.
 * Littlefoot: I know, Grandpa. So what do you think it was?
 * Grandpa: Well, that's hard to say.
 * ''[they both laugh]
 * Petrie: My turn! My turn! [to Littlefoot] How come you not play?
 * Littlefoot: I'm still thinking about this morning. Except for Grandma and Grandpa, nobody believes me.
 * Ducky: We believe you. Right, Spike?
 * Spike: [chomping down] Mm-hmm.
 * Ducky: Um, only, um, Littlefoot? Well, I think there can be a stone in a fire and a stone that is cold. But how can a stone that is cold be on fire? I do not understand. No, no, no.
 * Littlefoot: I know it doesn't make such sense, but I saw what I saw. [to Petrie] You believe me, don't you?
 * Petrie: Uh, Petrie not one to think about it. Story too spooky.
 * Littlefoot: [asking if Cera believes in Littlefoot's stone of cold fire sighting] Cera?
 * Cera: Oh, I don't know. I mean, maybe if I'd seen it myself...
 * Littlefoot: That's it. If we found that Stone of Cold Fire, everyone could see it for themselves. That would prove I was telling the truth.
 * Petrie: But you hear grown-ups. Smoking Mountains too dangerous.
 * Pterano: Nonsense!
 * ''[Petrie falls down, then they all gasp, then Petrie whimpers, then Pterano appears]
 * Pterano: [grabs Petrie] Did I startle you, Petrie?
 * Petrie: Yes... No. H-How do you know my name?
 * Pterano: Petrie, I'm heartbroken. Don't you recognize your dead old uncle?
 * Petrie: Pterano! [flies to the beak, laughing]
 * Cera: What are you doing here?
 * Pterano: Migrating, naturally, like the others out there in the field. Bodly searching an unforgiving wasteland, to find a more hospitable place to call home.
 * Cera: Well, you won't find it here.
 * Pterano: Don't tell me. You must be old Threehorn's daughter.
 * Cera: How'd you know?
 * Pterano: Let's just say there is a strong family resemblance.
 * Cera: Oh. Thank you.
 * Pterano: Ah, and you must be...
 * Petrie: Littlefoot. Him my good friend. Cera and Ducky and Spike too.
 * Pterano: Yes, yes. But this is the one who claims he saw a Stone of Cold Fire.
 * Littlefoot: [sighs] I guess you don't believe me either.
 * Pterano: Oh, no, dear child. I believe you completely. I know how stubborn the other grown-ups can be. That's why I had to leave the herd, you know. They simply had no vision.
 * Petrie: Oh, but me believe Littlefoot.
 * Littlefoot: [to Petrie] You do?
 * Cera: So much for "story too spooky."
 * Pterano: Grand. Then we all agree. But the only way to convince everyone else is, as you say, to go and find that stone.
 * Littlefoot: Uh, I-I-I wasn't serious. I was just thinking out loud. Anyway, uh, we were about to go home.
 * Cera: Uh, yeah. Our parents will be worried about us.
 * Sierra: Well, we don't want nobody getting worried now, do we?
 * Rinkus: Oh, no, no. They might think something awful has happened to you. [cackling]
 * ''[Pterano hits Sierra and Rinkus]
 * Ducky: Who are they?
 * Pterano: Rinkus and Sierra? Never mind them. They're just tired from our long journey, and not thinking clearly.
 * Littlefoot: Uh, yeah. Well, uh, we have to go.
 * Petrie: Oh, that okay. Me stay here with Uncle Pterano.
 * Cera: [to Petrie] Petrie, it's time to go.
 * Petrie: Hmmm. Maybe see you later?
 * Pterano: Of course. Now, run along. Oh, and if you change your mind about going after that stone, I'd be happy to help! Ta-ta! [looking at Rinkus and Sierra]
 * Rinkus: Oh, you bent my beak.
 * Pterano: Then next time keep it shut.
 * Sierra: Why should we? Them brats wasn't falling for your little act. I say we go find that Cold Fire thingy on our own.
 * Pterano: I repeat, Mr. Sierra. We don't know where the stone landed.
 * Rinkus: Then why not simply make the Longneck tell us where it is? [slitting sound] Or else.
 * Pterano: [hits Rinkus again] Mr. Rinkus, if you threaten the young ones, it will put the elders on alert. They will watch our every move, and our cause will be lost. Now, is that what you want?
 * Rinkus: N-n-n-n-n-no, of course not. [trips a log]
 * Pterano: Therefore, we must be calm and patient. Young Littlefoot will talk. And when he does, the Stone of Cold Fire will be mine.
 * ''[cut to the longnecks eating grass]