The Land Before Time VIII: The Big Freeze


 * ''[first lines]
 * Narrator: The planet earth, a world of constant change and unpredictable weather, our home. Millions of years ago, it was home, to the dinosaurs. Although these great beasts seem so unlike us, in some ways, they weren't so different at all. Like people, they came in all sizes, and shapes, and colors.
 * ''[Sharptooth roars, then running away]
 * Narrator: Some could jump. Some could climb trees.
 * ''[Sharptooth walks away, then eating grass, dropping it]
 * Narrator: Some could swim. And some couldn't.
 * ''[the dinosaur swims underwater by the fish, then getting out, then Corythosaurus appears, whistling]
 * Narrator: Some could even whistle.
 * ''[Corythosaurus whistles, walking away]
 * Narrator: And just like all of us sometimes, some had a hard time getting to sleep.
 * ''[Spike sleeps with Ducky]
 * Ducky: Whoa! [tries to get out of Spike] Move over, Spike. I do not have room. [continues trying to get out of Spike, getting out] You sure do take up a lot of space. Every sleepy time is the same thing.
 * ''[they both sleep, then Spike continues sleeping]
 * Ducky: Spike! Spike! Please, not tonight. Do not make the sleep rumbles. I am so tired. Please, please, please. [sighs, then Spike continues sleeping]
 * ''[they both continue sleeping, then trying to get out of Spike again]
 * Mr. Thicknose: Long, long ago, further back than anyone can remember, great creatures first crawled up from the murky ooze, onto the dry land, and thus began the age of the dino...
 * Littlefoot: Excuse me, Mr. Thicknose.
 * Mr. Thicknose: I beg your pardon.
 * Littlefoot: Well, if it's too far back for anyone to remember, then how do you know it even happened?
 * Mr. Thicknose: I, uh, well, uh, we know it happened. Well if it hadn't, we wouldn't be here.
 * Cera: Duh.
 * Littlefoot: [gets off of the rock] Yeah, but how do you know the first ones came from the murky ooze?
 * Petrie: Me flier. Family maybe come down from high hills.
 * Littlefoot: And Ducky's family are swimmers. Maybe they swam right up from the Big Water.
 * Petrie: Wonder where Spike's family come from.
 * Cera: Wherever it was, it must've been a lomg walk, 'cause he's awful tired.
 * ''[Spike and Ducky flip over, then they all laugh]
 * Mr. Thicknose: Young ones, please! Ducky, was your herd up all night gathering tree stars?
 * Ducky: No.
 * Mr. Thicknose: Then, please, try to stay awake.
 * ''[Spike chuckles]
 * Ducky: That is so not fair. You were asleep, too. Why does he pick on...
 * Mr. Thicknose: Ducky!
 * ''[Ducky gasps]
 * Mr. Thicknose: Could you please be a little quieter? Like Spike.
 * ''[Ducky gasps, then Spike laughs]
 * Mr. Thicknose: [clears throat] Now, uh, where was I?
 * Littlefoot: You were explaining where we came from.
 * Mr. Thicknose: Oh, yes, yes. Well...
 * Littlefoot: And I said, "How do you really know where we came from?" And you said...
 * Mr. Thicknose: I remember. Perhaps, we should talk about something else. [walks away] Food gathering. I have had the opportunity to study the many methods used by different herds to gIn sustenance from the green food, which surrounds us here in our fertile Great Valley. Spiketails and three-horns employ the cranio-impactus method. Ramming trees with their head to make tree stars fall. Flyers use their wings to fly to the tip top branches.
 * Littlefoot: Oh, oh, oh! I know how longnecks do it.
 * Mr. Thicknose: Yes, Littlefoot. So do I. But I am not talking about longnecks at the moment. Now, where was I? Three-horns, longnecks, spiketails... Oh, yes. Oh, yes. [clears throat] But, perhaps the most...
 * Ducky: No, no, no!
 * Mr. Thicknose: [to Ducky] What is it now?
 * Ducky: Spike ate my special tree stars. My mom gave them just to me.
 * ''[Spike eats the tree stars, gasping, then swallowing, burping]
 * Mr. Thicknose: All these interruptions, I can't think straight. Here, you two move away from each other. Ducky, you go here. Spike, over there. And a perfect example of what I was just relating. Notice that some of the spiketails graze, while others are using the cranio-impactus method I spoke of earlier. These spiketails are wanderers. They come to the Great Valley every now and then on their travels, searching for food. Luckily, we have plenty here for all, and peaceful visitors are welcome.
 * ''[Ducky blows raspberry at Spike]
 * Mr. Thicknose: [clears throat] To continue, food gathering, perhaps the most interesting technique of all is that used by hallow horns. They bellow so loudly through the horns on their heads that tree stars just fall all around them. Of course, some trees will not give up their green food so easily. Perhaps the most reluctant is this one here, just above me. It's broad, pointed, leafy greens, though succulent to the taste, often prove too frustrating to...
 * Littlefoot: [blows the log like a foghorn, then Mr. Thicknose screams, then they all scream, then Mr. Thicknose runs away, hitting the tree, with tree stars falling, then Littlefoot walks up to the tree] What do ya know? It works.
 * ''[the watermelon falls on Mr. Thicknose, then they all walk with the watermelon]
 * Littlefoot: I don't know why Mr. Thicknose even bothers to talk to us. We just seem to upset him.
 * Cera: What do you mean "we"?
 * Petrie: Do you really think Mr. Thicknose upset?
 * Cera: Well, how would you feel if someone dropped a big ol' piece of fruit on your head?
 * Petrie: We don't know. [flips Petrie to the ground, shaking his head, then the watermelon lands on Petrie]
 * Cera: Ha!
 * Petrie: Me do know.
 * ''[Spike walks to Petrie, moving the watermelon away from Petrie, getting up, then Cera kicks the watermelon, to Petrie, dodging, then rolling to Littlefoot]
 * Cera: Come on, Littlefoot. Forget it. Pass the ball.
 * Littlefoot: Well... [kicks the watermelon to Cera]
 * Cera: Yeah.
 * ''[they all laugh]
 * Petrie: Hey, over here!
 * ''[the watermelon rolls away, then kicking up, then Ducky kicks the water with his feet]
 * Cera: [to Ducky] What's wrong with you?
 * Ducky: I do not know. I feel funny.
 * Cera: Funny good or funny bad?
 * Ducky: Funny bad, in here.
 * Cera: [gasping] You think maybe you're sick?
 * Ducky: I feel like there is something inside my tummy which is hot, hot, hot. Like the bubbling waters inside the mountain that blows its top. [sighing]
 * Cera: Oh, that. [chuckling] You're not sick. [walks away]
 * Ducky: Oh, good. Then, what is wrong with me?
 * Cera: Nothing. You're just mad.
 * Ducky: Mad?
 * Cera: Yeah.
 * Ducky: Really? Hmm? What do you know? I am mad. Who am I mad at?
 * Cera: Don't you know?
 * Ducky: Hmm... Well, let me see.
 * Littlefoot: There it goes.
 * Petrie: Me got it.
 * Littlefoot: Spike, no!
 * Petrie: Over here!
 * ''[Spike eats the watermelon]
 * Petrie: Me get another one.
 * ''[Spike burps]
 * Ducky: I know all right. I am mad at Spike. What do I do now?
 * Cera: You came to the right place. If there's one thing us three-horns know about. It's being mad.
 * ''[Spike walks up, eating grass, hitting Tippy, looking at Tippy]
 * Tippy: Hiya!
 * ''[the leaf lands to Tippy, eating the leaf, then they sit]
 * Tippy's Mom: Nos, remember, Tippy, both your food. That way, you can eat more.
 * Tippy: Look, mama, friend!
 * Tippy's Mom: Why, hello there. I didn't know there were any spiketails around here. How nice! We just arrived ourselves. You and your family must come over and see us.
 * ''[Spike walks away]
 * Tippy: [jumping up] Friend!
 * Tippy's Mom: Yes, he seemed very sweet.
 * ''[cut back to Cer and Ducky, inhaling, then growling like a sharptooth]
 * Cera: That's not too bad. Only, make your mouth go down more at the sides.
 * Ducky: [continues growling like a sharptooth] It does not go down any farther.
 * Cera: [sighing] Look, if you're gonna feel mad, you've gotta look mad and act mad.
 * Ducky: But I do not know how.
 * Cera: [sighing] I can see we have to start at the beginning.
 * ''["The Mad Song" begins]
 * Cera: [singing] When your tummy feels all sticky and hot, like it's filled with bubbly goo. And those fuzzy, buzzy things inside you head make you sad and blue. Don't go around pretending that there's nothing wrong with you. When you feel that prickly ick-ily thing. Do what the three-horns do.
 * Ducky: What do you do?
 * Cera: [singing] We get m-m-m-m-m-mad.
 * Ducky: How do you do that.
 * Cera: [singing] First, make your face all squinty and scary. Don't raise up your head. Hold your breath until you're blue.
 * ''[Ducky inhales]
 * Cera: [singing] And make your eyes turn red.
 * ''[Ducky exhales]
 * Cera: [singing] Squint your face up, wrinkle your beak like you just smelled something bad. Turn your smiley face upside-down. That's the way you look when you're mad. Now, put your hands on your hips, shoulders back. Stomp your feet in the dirt. Kick some rocks.
 * Ducky: Ow!
 * Cera: [singing] But not too hard.
 * Ducky: [singing] Cause that can really hurt.
 * Cera: [singing] Pretend that you're a sharptooth.
 * Ducky: [singing] I could pretend I am your dad.
 * Cera: [singing] Grumble and mumble and growl real loud. That's the way you sound when you're mad.
 * Both: [singing] When there's mad inside you or sad inside you. You've got to let what's inside out.
 * Cera: [singing] Give a big old snort and stamp your feet. Stick up your beak and shout. Say, "No!"
 * Ducky: No!
 * Cera: [singing] Say, "Grr!"
 * Ducky: Grr!
 * Cera: [singing] Say, "No!"
 * Ducky: No!
 * Cera: [singing] "Grr!"
 * Ducky: Grr!
 * Cera: [singing] Now you're angry! [spoken] And once you get mad, you've got to stay mad. Don't give an inch.
 * Ducky: But what if I start to feel better?
 * Cera: No! You hold your grudge until they grovel!
 * Ducky: Until they what?
 * Cera: Grovel!
 * Ducky: Oh. All right then. But I do not...
 * Cera: And when you're really, really, really mad and you've got to let out some steam, take a deep breath.
 * ''[Ducky inhales]
 * Cera: [singing] Throw back your head, stand on your toes and scre-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-eam!
 * ''[scene change to Cera's Dad]
 * Cera's Dad: Ho, ho. She's mad at somebody.
 * ''[scene switch back to Cera still screaming as she finishes]
 * Cera: [singing] See?