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The Land Before Time IX: Journey to Big Water The Land Before Time XI: Invasion of the Tinysauruses
The Great Longneck Migration video cover
  • [first lines]
  • Narrator: Millions of years ago, this planet we call Earth, was quite a different place indeed.
  • [the rocks and the lava rumble]
  • Narrator: The land was still forming. Strange plants abounded, and the world was populated by those remarkable of creatures, the dinosaurs. Though very different from us in many ways, these ancient giants resembled us in some ways too: they ate...
  • [they attack the dinosaurs]
  • Narrator: ...they fought, they played, they slept, and sometimes, perhaps, they even dreamed.
  • Littlefoot: [sleeps on the grass with the dinosaurs rising up, then gasping, echoing] Huh? [rising up, looking at the dinosaurs, then jumping on the rock, then spinning faster, then the cloud appears]
  • Adult voice: Look. What is it? It's incredible. It's the most beautiful... I've never... Neither have I. Oh, my! Oh, it's so awesome. Oh!
  • [the clouds spiral to the sun at Littlefoot, then yelling, then breathing heavily, then they all snore, with the insects snoring while looking around, then looking at the dinosaurs sleeping]
  • Littlefoot: Whew! It was just a sleep story. [he sleeps back, sighing] Mmm.
  • [they moan and grunt, then Petrie flies with the Flyers, then Littlefoot and Ducky play tag]
  • Ducky: I'm going to get you. [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep!
  • Littlefoot: Oh, no, you're not!
  • [she giggles, then leaping at the branch, then sliding, then they continue playing tag]
  • Ducky: Can't catch me! [gasping] I can too. [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep. [he tries to grab the tail of Littlefoot, then Littlefoot laughs, then exhaling heavily] Or maybe not.
  • Petrie: [laughing] Me know you no catch me neither.
  • [Ducky plays tag with Petrie, then Spike eats grass]
  • Ducky: Then I will get Spike. [runs to Spike, then jumping over, then falling on the ground]
  • [Spike continues eating the grass]
  • Ducky: Ow. [looking at Cera] Ah!
  • Cera: [to Ducky] Don't even think about it.
  • [she gasps]
  • Littlefoot: Ducky!
  • Ducky: Aha! [giggling while running at Littlefoot, then she continues playing tag in the grass] I'm gonna get you.
  • Littlefoot: Can't catch me.
  • Ducky: I'm right behind you.
  • Littlefoot: I'm too fast for you.
  • Adult voice: Huh? Hey!
  • [she continues giggling while playing tag]
  • Adult voice: Wha...
  • [they both get out of the grass by playing tag, then looking at the sun shining at Littlefoot, then Ducky]
  • Ducky: [breathes heavily] Tag. Y-You are it. [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep. [lays to the ground, grunting]
  • [he looks at sun, shining, then they both look at Ducky, then looking at the sun at Petrie]
  • Petrie: Um, did you no hear? You it.
  • Littlefoot: Huh?
  • Cera: What part of "it" don't you understand?
  • Littlefoot: Uh, I'm sorry. I just... [sighing]
  • Cera: It's the great circle. You see it every day. WHY is it suddenly so interesting?
  • Littlefoot: I don't know. I... It looks like something I saw in my sleep story last night.
  • Cera: "Sleep-story"?!
  • Ducky: [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep. I have sleep stories all of the time. I love them. I see myself floating down wide waters, covered with good, smelly flowers. [sniffing, then sighing]
  • Petrie: Me have sleepy stories about flying way up over high hills and tall trees. [laughing, then flying away]
  • [Spike continues eating the grass]
  • Petrie: Me bet we know what Spike have sleep stories about.
  • [Spike swallows the grass, then eating the grass]
  • Littlefoot: What about you, Cera? Don't you ever have sleep stories?
  • Cera: Threehorns never have sleep stories. They're for babies. They're all just full dumb stuff that could never happen.
  • Littlefoot: Hmm, I guess you're right. In my sleep story last night, I saw you butt your head against this tall rock, and it split right in half.
  • Cera: Really? I did that?
  • Littlefoot: Yeah, but, like you said, sleep stories are dumb. Something like that could never really happen.
  • Cera: Oh, now, wait. I didn't say everything that happens in a sleep story is dumb.
  • Littlefoot: Sure you did.
  • Petrie: Uh-huh.
  • Cera: I did not. I said some things. But this head-butting thing, I could do that.
  • Littlefoot: Sure you could.
  • [Ducky giggles, then laughing]
  • Petrie: Yeah, right.
  • Cera: I could too. There's not a rock in the whole Great Valley that I couldn't crack with my head.
  • Littlefoot: Oh, yeah? Hmm. Let's see. How 'bout that one?
  • Petrie: Yeah, that one.
  • Cera: Uh...
  • Littlefoot: Well?
  • Cera: Uh, sure. I could do that. No problem.
  • Littlefoot: Great.
  • Cera: Oh. Okay. [starting to fight Petrie, yelling, then hitting the rock, then getting up] I'm going home. My head hurts.
  • Littlefoot: I didn't mean to make her hurt her head.
  • Petrie: Me think you mainly hurt her brag bone.
  • [cut to Littlefoot sleeping, then yelling, when Grandpa appears]
  • Grandpa: What is it, Littlefoot? What's the matter?
  • Littlefoot: I... I don't know. I just can't sleep for some reason.
  • Grandpa: Oh, neither can I, Littlefoot. And I think I know why. For some time now, I've been feeling restless, as if there's someplace I need to go, but I... I don't know where.
  • Littlefoot: Me too, Grandpa! Me too! That's just how I feel tonight.
  • Grandpa: I think this feeling has to do something to do with the sleep stories I've been having.
  • Littlefoot: [gasping] You've been having 'em too?
  • Grandpa: Mm. Grandma too. We've talked about it. I think the time has come for us to go on a journey.
  • Littlefoot: A journey? When? Where? Just you and me?
  • Grandpa: And Grandma. And others too, I think. I... I really don't know, but we must leave soon. Lie back down now. Get some rest. We might leave tomorrow.
  • Littlefoot: A journey. [he lies back down]
  • Ducky: What kind of journey?
  • Petrie: You mean, like a trip?
  • Littlefoot: Yeah, I guess so. Sort of like an adventure.
  • Ducky: Ahh!
  • Cera: So, let me get this straight. You've been having sleep stories, so you're going on an adventure, but you don't know when, and you don't know where, and you don't know why, but you'll just feel when it's time to leave, and then you and your grandparents will just wander off. Is that it?
  • Littlefoot: Yeah. That about sums it up.
  • Cera: Heh! I'm glad threehorns don't have adventures like that.
  • Spike: Hmm?
  • Petrie: W-Well, me think it sound fun.
  • Spike: Mm-hmm.
  • Ducky: [getting on Spike] What kind of adventure do you think it will be?
  • Littlefoot: I... I just don't know.
  • Ducky: A trip down the deepest caves?
  • Petrie: A climb into the highest mountains?
  • Ducky: A swim across the biggest water?
  • ["Adventuring" begins playing, by walking on the log]
  • Littlefoot: [singing] I'm going to go adventuring.
  • Together: Adventuring?
  • Cera: Adventuring?
  • Littlefoot: [singing] I'm going to go adventuring and who knows what I'll find.
  • Petrie: [singing] He's going to see the great beyond.
  • Ducky: [singing] Across the mud.
  • Littlefoot: [singing] Beyond the pond.
  • Together: [singing] He's going to see the great beyond.
  • Cera: [singing] I'd rather stay behind. Hmph.
  • Ducky: [singing] Will there be ugly bug-ly things with ick-ly tickle-y prickly wings.
  • Petrie: [singing] A front that bites a back that stings.
  • Littlefoot: [singing] You never know.
  • Petrie: Um... [singing] Will there be things with sharp-ly teeth.
  • Ducky: [singing] Up above and underneath.
  • Cera: [singing] I'll bet it so.
  • Ducky: [singing] Then please don't go.
  • Littlefoot: [runs, then jumping in the water, then singing] I'm going to climb the mountain tall where fires burn and rocks can fall.
  • Cera: [singing] And scary things can creep and crawl. With one big goog-ly eye.
  • Ducky: Aah! Stop!
  • Petrie: [singing] He's going to reach the highest high. Where even flyers never fly.
  • Ducky: [singing] Maybe he will touch the sky.
  • Cera: [singing] Well, I won't say good-bye.
  • Ducky: [singing] Will he cross the big, big water where it's hot or even hotter.
  • Cera: [singing] Bet he's gonna meet a lotta sharpteeth there.
  • Petrie: Yeah.
  • Ducky: [singing] Will there be yummy things to eat?
  • Petrie: [singing] Will there be things that ouch your feet?
  • Ducky: [singing] Will you be brave?
  • Cera: [singing] Will you be scared?
  • Littlefoot: No! [continues singing] I'm going to go adventuring.
  • Together: [singing] Adventuring, adventuring.
  • Littlefoot: [singing] And when I go adventuring, there'll be so much to do.
  • Together: [singing] But if you go adventuring. Adventuring. There's just one thing. You know what you are going to have to do. You're going to have to take us all with you.
  • [he laughs while Petrie flies around Littlefoot]
  • Ducky: Oh, yes, yes, yes. Please!
  • Cera: Hmm... [laughing]
  • Together: [singing] We want to go adventuring too!
  • [Littlefoot looks at Grandpa appearing]
  • Grandpa: Littlefoot, it's time.
  • [he gasps, then the Flyer screeches, then going with Grandma and Grandpa, then sighing, then he continues walking, then zooming into Cera, Spike, Ducky and Petrie]
  • Petrie: Oh, me miss him already.
  • Ducky: I still wonder where he is going to go.
  • Cera: Aw, who'd wanna go on an adventure with a bunch of longnecks anyway? [gets off of a log by Spike, Ducky and Petrie]
  • Petrie: Me would.
  • Ducky: Mm-hmm.
  • Spike: Mm-hmm.
  • [cut to Littlefoot]
  • Littlefoot: Grandma, are we there yet?
  • Grandma: No, Littlefoot. Not yet.
  • Littlefoot: But, you do know where we're going, right?
  • Grandpa: Not exactly, Littlefoot.
  • Littlefoot: Then, how will know when we get there?
  • Grandpa: I'll just know.
  • Littlefoot: [walks the the canyon with the rocks falling down] I'm glad we're not there yet. I don't like this place. [continues walking to the canyon, then water]
  • Grandpa: What do you think, Littlefoot? Do you like this place any better?
  • Littlefoot: [eats the leaf] At least there's stuff to eat.
  • Grandpa: Hmm. Watch your step, dear. This is deeper that it looks.
  • Littlefoot: Doesn't look too deep to me. Besides, there are rocks to walk on. [slides on a rock, then walking on rocks]
  • Grandma: Littlefoot, careful.
  • Littlefoot: Hey, look at me! This is fun. [walks on the log]
  • Grandma: Careful.
  • Grandpa: Slow down, Littlefoot. And watch where you're stepping.
  • [the water bubbles, then Belly Dragger appears]
  • Littlefoot: You better walk faster if you want to keep up with me.
  • [Belly Dragger growls, with Littlefoot walking in the eye, then they both gasp]
  • Grandma: Littlefoot!
  • [Belly Dragger opens his teeth]
  • Grandpa: Littlefoot, stop! No!
  • Littlefoot: [falls to Belly Dragger, then the foot attacks Belly Dragger, then sliding down the leg, then splashing in the water, going back at the rock, then looking at Sue] Wow!
  • Sue: I hate those things. Don't you? So annoying when they nibble on your foot.
  • Grandma: How can we thank you for saving Littlefoot?
  • Sue: Littlefoot. Is that you?
  • [Littlefoot nods]
  • Sue: Ohhh. Cute. I'm Sue. And you don't have to thank me. It was fun. What's the point of having big feet if you don't step on bad guys every now and then? I... I don't wanna be pushy or anything, but, could I tag along with you? I think we're headed the same way.
  • [Grandma picks up Littlefoot]
  • Grandpa: We'd be honored.
  • Sue: Thanks.
  • [they all walk down, with Belly Dragger appearing while looking around, then they walk at night, then picking up Littlefoot, then gasping, then yawning]
  • Sue: Ohhh. You've had a busy day, haven't you?
  • Littlefoot: Uh-huh.
  • Sue: And I bet you haven't been sleeping too well the last few days either. Right?
  • Littlefoot: How did you know?
  • Sue: I just figured you and your folks were out here for the same reason as me, the sleep story, right?
  • Littlefoot: Yeah. The one about...
  • Sue: The great circle.
  • Littlefoot: Whoa!
  • Sue: I wonder if everybody had the exact same sleep story?
  • Littlefoot: Everybody? What do you mean? You think there are others who've seen that story in their sleep?
  • Sue: Why not? What makes us think we're so special? I'll bet longnecks everywhere are having that sleep story. And since it was a sleep story that started us all on this journey, I think we're gonna meet a lot of longnecks on our way. [walks with Littlefoot on Sue, chuckling] Hm. Of course, I'll be the tallest one... Story of my life. Just once, I'd like to meet someone, I could look up to, you know?
  • [he sleeps on Sue's head]
  • Sue: Good night, Littlefoot. Sleep well.
  • [they walk by the moon, then they both sleep]
  • Cera: [moaning] No. [moaning] No. [she sleeps by daytime]
  • Crowd: Hooray for the longnecks! Long live Littlefoot! Yea! Yea!
  • Cera: Huh?
  • Adult voice: He's back from his adventure!
  • [Littlefoot arrives, with Cera walking, then throwing flowers]
  • Crowd: Littlefoot! Littlefoot! Littlefoot! Littlefoot!
  • Cera's Dad: Littlefoot! Littlefoot! Littlefoot! Littlefoot!
  • Cera: Huh? Dad?
  • [they all walk down, with flowers falling down, then looking at Littlefoot with the flowers falling down]
  • Cera: No! [cut at night with Cera, Spike, Ducky, and Petrie, with Cera's Dad snoring and growling, then moving the leg, then he continues snoring, then walking away, with Ducky's Mom, Ducky, and Spike sleeping, then hitting Ducky]
  • Ducky: Ouch! Oof! [falls down]
  • Cera: Shh! Come on!
  • Ducky: Come on where? [whispering] Sorry. Where?
  • Cera: We are gonna see just what kind of an adventure Littlefoot's having.
  • Ducky: [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep. Let us wake up Spike too. [to Spike] Spike! Spike! Wake up. [tries to get Spike up] Spike! Spike! Spike!
  • [Spike continues sleeping]
  • Cera: Ducky, we don't have all night. Let's go.
  • Ducky: [jumps to try to get Spike up, then she grumbles, then Spike rolls over, then Ducky falls to the ground] I do not think he is awake yet. Spike!
  • [Cera walks away, with Spike sleeping, then chomping, with Cera eating the leaf, then Spike gets up, with Ducky laying down, then trying to chomp at Cera, then Ducky gets up]
  • Ducky: I think he bent my beak. [she gets out, then walking to Cera and Spike]
  • Cera: Psst. Petrie, wake up.
  • Petrie: [snoring] Hoo-oo-oo-oo. [continues snoring]
  • Cera: Petrie! Petrie? Psst. Petrie!
  • [Petrie continues sleeping, then throwing rocks]
  • Petrie: Hm... Hmm? Hmm? [gets up, smacking lips, then the watermelon hits Petrie, falling to the ground]
  • Cera: [to Petrie] Nice flying. You ready?
  • Petrie: [shakes his head] Me always ready.
  • Cera: Then let's go find Littlefoot.
  • [they both walk to find Littlefoot, then Ducky hands Petrie]
  • Petrie: [to Ducky] What happened to your beak?
  • [she gasps, then rubbing her nose]
  • Petrie: How we find them, anyway? They long gone.
  • Cera: One good thing about longnecks, they leave big footmarks.
  • Spike: Mm-hmm.
  • [cut to day at the desert, blowing wind, then putting footmarks on the desert]
  • Littlefoot: Grandma, in your sleep stories, did you see scary things?
  • Grandma: Well, dear, I saw things I can't quite explain. That doesn't mean they're scary. I also saw some beautiful things. It was all mixed-up together. And in the end of each sleep story, when I woke up, I just had the feeling that whatever was going to happen, I was supposed to be there.
  • Littlefoot: Yeah. Me too!
  • [cut to the waterfall, with the dinosaurs walking in the waterfall]
  • Littlefoot: Grandma... Whoa! [slides on a rock, then climbing up] Do you think all longnecks got the same feeling? Will they all be wherever it is we're going?
  • Grandma: I think so, Littlefoot. We'll see.
  • [they all walk in slow motion]
  • Littlefoot: But, what are we gonna see, Grandma?
  • Grandma: I don't know, Littlefoot. Something wonderful.
  • [they all walk on the orange grass by mountain in slow motion, then cut back to Cera, Spike, Ducky and Petrie]
  • Ducky: Ick. I really do not like this place. It is worse than the high place with the deep holes.
  • Cera: [scoffs] Nobody's asking you to move here.
  • Ducky: I do not want to sleep here either. [moaning] So let us hurry and get through it.
  • Cera: [walks to a water] Huh?
  • [the water continues bubbling, then walking to a stick, with Petrie landing on the stick]
  • Petrie: You sure this right way?
  • Cera: The footmarks led us here. Besides, you got any better ideas?
  • Petrie: [shakes on a branch, then flapping lips, then looking around] Nope.
  • Cera: Good.
  • [Belly Dragger appears at the water, hissing, then going back underwater, then the branch breaks, then landing on the rock, then touching the water]
  • Cera: Whoa.... Ew! It's squishing between my toes. [jumps on another rock, then moaning]
  • Ducky: I would not swim in that for all the tree stars in the world. No, no, no.
  • Cera: [jumps on another rock] Huh? Hey! Watch it!
  • Ducky: Well, go on.
  • Cera: But I'm not sure which rock to step on next. This one's closer, but it looks sorta slippery.
  • Ducky: That one is farther away, so you might not make it. You would step in the icky goo again and that is bad.
  • Petrie: But if she slip on close one, she maybe fall in all the way, and that be "worser." Me think she can get to "fartherer" one. She good jumper.
  • Ducky: I am not saying she is not, but what about if that rock is as icky and slimy as this one?
  • Petrie: [gasping] Me no think of that.
  • Ducky: You have to think of everything when you are in an icky, gooey place like this.
  • Petrie: Oh, that very good point.
  • [Spike yawns]
  • Petrie: But, which rock next?
  • [Belly Dragger growls]
  • Ducky: Hey! What if she lands on the first rock with her back feet?
  • Petrie: Me think you got something there.
  • [Belly Dragger hisses]
  • Ducky: Sure. And then she can...
  • [Belly Dragger roars at Cera, Spike, Ducky and Petrie, then they all scream, then landing on the branch]
  • Cera: What was that?
  • Petrie: Me no know, but me think it coming this way!
  • [they all scream, then Cera runs away, then hitting the branch, gouging, then Spike runs on rocks]
  • Petrie: [panting] Hey! Ducky was right. That the way to do it! [covers his gooey around] Ugh, ooh. This stuff slimy!
  • [Cera gouges the hole in her branch, trying to get out]
  • Petrie: [flies around with the goo] Uh-oh. [falling to the ground, sliding Belly Dragger, then in the water, then gurgling and spitting, then Cera continues gouging a hole in her branch, trying to get out, then flying away, trying to get his goo out, then eating Petrie, not swallowing him, then breaking her branch, getting out, then the tree breaks completely]
  • Cera: Uh-oh. [screaming, then trapping Belly Dragger, spitting Petrie out, then skipping on a lily pad] Yes! Uh, I meant to do that.
  • [Belly Dragger splashes around with his tail]
  • Ducky: He will not stay down there forever.
  • Petrie: Me think you right.
  • [they all run away, with Belly Dragger poking the head out of the water, then going back in the water]
  • Cera: Keep moving. We're almost there. I can see the shore.
  • [they all gasp and pant by swimming, then getting out of the water]
  • Cera: Ha! Guess I taught that guy not to mess with a threehorn.
  • Petrie: [lands on the ground] Now that we on dry land, can we please find place to sleep?
  • Cera: Like where, for instance?
  • Petrie: [walks to a tree branch] Uh, this look good to me. [snores]
  • Ducky: Do not worry, Cera. We will find Littlefoot in the morning. [repeated line, yawning] Yep, yep, yep.
  • [they all sleep while lying down, sighing, then they all sleep by the gray Sharptooth, then cut back to longnecks by looking around with Littlefoot sleeping, yawning, then stretching the body]
  • Littlefoot: [looking around] Huh? [gasping while looking at the longnecks] Wow. How many do you think there are now, Grandpa? I've never seen so many... Whoa! What is it, Grandpa? You see something? Hear something? [gasping] Is it a sharptooth?
  • Grandpa: Hush, Littlefoot. Uh, Sue, could you...
  • Sue: Sure. You wanna go for a ride?
  • Littlefoot: You bet! [he jumps on Sue, then going on the branch, running along, then doing a clip from "Click Me"]
  • Sue: Careful, now.
  • Grandpa: Climb to the top, Littlefoot, and look through the gap in the tree stars.
  • Littlefoot: I'm almost there, Grandpa. I'm almost there. [looking at a sun, gasping]
  • Grandpa: Well, Littlefoot, what do you see?
  • Littlefoot: Grandpa, I think we're here! [looking at a mountain]
  • [the clip ends from "Click Me", then cut back to Cera, Spike, Ducky, and Petrie, sleeping]
  • Cera: Mmm. Mmm? Mmm. Ducky, wake up!
  • Ducky: [moans softly, then getting up, yawning] It cannot be morning already.
  • [Cera gets up, walking around]
  • Ducky: Oh, no, no. [yawning, then sighing]
  • Cera: Petrie, let's go! Get up!
  • Petrie: [gets up, moaning and groaning, then yawning] Me so tired. We go so far already.
  • Cera: That's 'cause we're trying to catch up with Littlefoot.
  • Ducky: [gets up, whimpering] But we do not know if we are still going in the right direction.
  • Cera: I say we go around this big ol' boulder and look for footmarks coming up out of the icky place.
  • Ducky: [sighing] Whatever you say.
  • [hears Spike snoring]
  • Cera: [sighing] And will somebody please wake up Spike?
  • Petrie: Spike. Spike!
  • Spike: Um? [rolls to the ground]
  • Cera: That's better.
  • [he hears a heavy snoring]
  • Cera: Spike, I mean it! Get up right... Huh?
  • Petrie: That not Spike.
  • Ducky: I did not know boulders could snore.
  • Cera: They can't. But sharpteeth can!
  • [Sharptooth snorts, then grumbling, then getting up, sniffing, then growling, then they scream, then they all run, then roaring, then they continue running by screaming, following Petrie]
  • Cera: Quick, in there!
  • [they all go to a cave, with Sharptooth running, then looking around, roaring, then running away]
  • Ducky: Is he gone?
  • Petrie: Me no know.
  • Ducky: That is the last time I trust Petrie to pick out a boulder to sleep near.
  • Petrie: Hey, it was dark, okay?
  • [they all walk out of the cave, then they all go back in the cave, screaming]
  • Pat: [chuckling] You can come on out now, youngsisters. He's gone.
  • Petrie: You... You sure?
  • Pat: Oh, yeah. Those critters are big, but dumb. Mm-mm-mm. You kids fooled him good.
  • Cera: Yeah, we sure did. Teach him to chase us. Hmph.
  • Pat: You little ones gonna be okay on your own?
  • Cera: Us? Sure.
  • Pat: Then I'll just moseyin' along. Happy trails to you.
  • Ducky: Good-bye.
  • [Pat leaves]
  • Ducky: Are we really going to be okay?
  • Cera: Of course we are, I hope.
  • [cut back to Littlefoot and Grandpa and Grandma]
  • Littlefoot: Come on. Hurry. We're almost there. We're almost there. [he walks up by looking at a water] Wow.
  • [Grandpa and Grandma walk to Littlefoot]
  • Grandpa: Come on, Littlefoot.
  • [he shakes his heads, then going down, with the dinosaurs all walking, chattering, then drinking water, with all the longnecks, then Sue walks down at the longneck]
  • Sue: Oh, excuse me. [looking at the longneck] My goodness.
  • Adult: No problem. No problem at all, little lady.
  • Sue: "Little lady"? [giggling]
  • [cut to Littlefoot with Grandpa and Grandma, then sighing heavily]
  • Grandma: That's better.
  • Littlefoot: What is this place, Grandpa?
  • Grandpa: I don't know, Littlefoot.
  • Littlefoot: It... [looking around] It looks like a big hole. But what could make a hole this big? [cut to a purple background, with the lightning crackling, then roaring the wind, then looking at the sun, then cut back to Littlefoot, shaking her head] Grandpa! In my sleep story, I saw the great circle falling.
  • [they both snore]
  • Littlefoot: This must be where it... [whispering] ...happened.
  • [Grandma and Grandpa continue snoring, then walking down, looking at Grandma and Grandpa snoring, chattering, then they drink water, then Littlefoot falls in the water, putting the leaf around, then shaking the head, then swimming, then Shorty appears, looking at Littlefoot, getting out, then tripping Shorty, then laughing]
  • Shorty: Watch where you're goin', clumsy. [laughing]
  • Littlefoot: You tripped me!
  • Shorty: Did not!
  • Littlefoot: Did too!
  • Shorty: Did not!
  • Littlefoot: Did too!
  • Shorty: Not!
  • Littlefoot: Too!
  • Shorty: Oh, yeah!?
  • Littlefoot: Yeah!
  • Shorty: Wanna do something about it!?
  • Bron: Shorty? Shorty, what's going on?
  • Shorty: Ow! He stepped on my tail, on purpose.
  • Bron: Who did?
  • Shorty: Him.
  • Bron: Him? You mean the one you tripped?
  • Shorty: Yeah. He... I mean, no. I didn't trip him.
  • Bron: Shorty, come on. It's me. Now, give me the truth.
  • Shorty: [scoffs] Ah, okay. I tripped him.
  • Bron: So, what do you say now?
  • Shorty: Sorry.
  • Littlefoot: It's okay.
  • [Shorty walks away]
  • Bron: Shorty's a good kid at heart. He just likes to get things started. You okay? No permanent damage?
  • Littlefoot: [laughing] No. I'm fine.
  • Bron: Good. Name's Bron. What's yours?
  • Littlefoot: Littlefoot.
  • Bron: No kidding. That's funny, they called me "Littlefoot" when I was saying.
  • Littlefoot: Really? That is kinda...
  • Grandpa: Littlefoot!
  • Littlefoot: Here I am, Grandpa.
  • Grandpa: Your grandma and I wondered where you had gotten to. [chuckling] We, uh... Bron?!
  • Bron: Papa longneck.
  • Grandpa: Uh, Littlefoot, uh, this is your father.
  • [he gasps]
  • Bron: Littlefoot, I...
  • Grandpa: Littlefoot!
  • Bron: Wait. Come back.
  • Adult: Hey! Watch out! Hey! Ow! Watch it! Hey! Whose kid is that?
  • [cut back to Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike]
  • Cera: Got any suggestions?
  • Ducky: I am not swimming in that fast water. No, no, no.
  • [they look at the river]
  • Pat: Maybe I could help.
  • [they all scream, then they run away by following Petrie, then Spike walks under Pat, then eating the grass]
  • Cera: Are you following us?
  • Pat: [chuckling] Not hardly. I got my own way to go. You just seem to keep passin' across it.
  • Cera: Yeah, well, that's real interesting. Good-bye. [he looks at a river]
  • Pat: You sure you couldn't use some help, now?
  • Cera: No, thanks. We'll be fine on our own.
  • Pat: Suit yourself. [grabs the leaves, then eating the leaves, then Cera whispers, then gasping]
  • Spike: Mmm?
  • Ducky: No, no, no. Not me.
  • [they both run to get Petrie]
  • Cera: Oh, come on. Don't be babies. If you get a good running start, you can jump over that water. Easy.
  • Ducky: [to Cera] Fine. Then you go first.
  • Cera: Okay, then. I will. [runs by Ducky, Spike, and Pat, then looking at a river, then walking backwards]
  • Petrie: You go any farther, you be back in Great Valley.
  • Cera: [gulps] Fine! [runs to the edge, panting and grunting, then jumping in slow motion, then yelling, by falling closer to the river, then Pat saves her] Thanks. But I could've made it if I'd gotten a better start.
  • Pat: [chuckling] I never doubted it for a minute. I had a idea of my own about how to get you across the water, if you're of a mind to listen to it.
  • Spike: Mm-hmm.
  • Ducky: Mm-hmm.
  • Cera: Sure. Why not?
  • [they all walk on the neck of Pat, like a bridge, then jumping on the rock, then they all run]
  • Pat: Whew. Not as young as I used to be. Well, here we are on the other side.
  • Ducky: But this is the way you wanted to go?
  • Pat: Not sure, but somehow it feels right. Yeah, I guess it is at that.
  • Petrie: You mean, you no know which way you go?
  • Pat: Not exactly. See, I-I been having these sleep stories.
  • [they all gasp]
  • Cera: You know, I think we might be going the same way as you after all.
  • [they all walk away, then cut back to Littlefoot, with Bron walking by]
  • Bron: Littlefoot. Littlefoot, we have to talk.
  • Littlefoot: Where were you? All this time, where were you?
  • Bron: Ah, Littlefoot, your mother and I knew we were going to have a hatchling. You see, we wanted to raise you in a safe place. So, before you were even an egg, I went off to find a new home, for all of us.
  • [the dinosaur walks away, then rumbling]
  • Bron: When I got back, the earthshakes had changed everything. It took me so long to find where the nest had been, and nothing was left but a crack in the earth, as deep as a mountain is high. As I searched for your mother and the young one I knew had been born, the great circle rose and fell many times. But I couldn't find you anywhere. I finally met someone who told me about... about your mom and the sharptooth. But he had no word about you, so I kept searching. And then one day, I met a group of longnecks, wandering in the wilderness with no grown-ups to protect them. At first, I hoped one of them was you, but I soon realized that wasn't the case. But they came to depend on me, so I stayed with them, took care of them. And then some others joined up with us, and then some more, and some more. In time, we were a herd.
  • Littlefoot: You mean, y-you're the leader, of a whole herd?
  • Bron: Yeah, I guess you could say that.
  • Littlefoot: Wow.
  • Bron: And look at you. You've grown up to be a fine, young longneck, just like I'd hoped you'd be. Your mom would be proud.
  • Littlefoot: She'd be proud of you too.
  • [Grandma and Grandpa come down, with "Me and My Dad" playing]
  • Grandpa: [singing] Doobie-doo.
  • Both: [singing] Doobie-doo, doobie-doo.
  • Grandpa: [singing] Doobie, doobie, doo-ooh. Doobie-doo, doobie-doo.
  • Littlefoot: [singing] It's nice to have a dad that you can be with.
  • Bron: Ha!
  • Littlefoot: [singing] To share a part of each and every day. Who you can talk and joke and play and eat a tree with. Who wants to hear the things you have to say. Who will lift you up when the water's too deep, who'll stay by your side while you're falling asleep. Who understands whenever you feel sad. It's really awfully nice to have a dad.
  • Grandpa: [singing] Doobie-doo, doobie-doo.
  • Littlefoot: [singing] Friends are important, they're such a big part of you. Ooh. But I always thought a dad would be something special. Now I know it's true.
  • [Bron winks]
  • Grandma: [singing] Doobie, doobie, doobie, doo-wah. Doobie, doobie, doo-ooh.
  • Littlefoot: [singing] It's great to have a dad you can have fun with. A dad who's got a neck that's extra long. It's good to have someone to be a son with who's big and brave and wise and kind and strong. He'll laugh at the silly things you do. And when you're in trouble, he'll pull you through. Even with the love I've always had. This is something new I found a dad. My dad. And since you came my way I'm, oh, so glad, and I'm proud to be your son. 'Cause you're my favorite one. And only dad.
  • Grandma: [singing] Doobie-doo.
  • Littlefoot: [singing] Me and my dad. Just me and my dad.
  • [they both walk down with Shorty being angry]
  • Littlefoot: Huh? Hey, Dad?
  • Bron: Yes, Littlefoot.
  • Littlefoot: Was Shorty one of the young ones you found wandering in the wilderness?
  • Bron: Yes, he was. Most of the others had been adopted by grown-ups in the herd. But not Shorty.
  • [he squawks at the little dinosaur, running away, then Shorty throws rocks in the water with a tail]
  • Littlefoot: Hey, shorty. [Shorty gasps, then Littlefoot ducks under with the rock flying] Hey, nice hit.
  • Shorty: Ah.
  • Littlefoot: You know, anytime you want to be with my dad and me...
  • Shorty: Listen, pal, I can be with Bron anytime I want to! You got that? I know him better than you do.
  • Littlefoot: Well, I...
  • Shorty: Yeah. And he likes me better.
  • Littlefoot: Oh, yeah? Well, he's my dad.
  • [he kicks a rock at Littlefoot]
  • Littlefoot: Ow! That hurt!
  • Shorty: Wanna do somethin' about it?
  • Littlefoot: [walks away, sighing] No, thanks.
  • Shorty: That's what I thought. Coward! Baby! Huh? [looking at Littlefoot walking at Bron, then cut back to Pat, Cera, Spike, Ducky and Petrie at the volcano]
  • Pat: Anyway, that's what my sleep story was like. Pretty mysterious.
  • Cera: What do you think it means?
  • Pat: Don't really know. But it put me in mind of a story my granddaddy used to tell me.
  • Spike: Uh-huh?
  • Pat: It seems that a long, long time ago, the Night Circle got jealous of the Great Circle.
  • Petrie: What do you mean, jealous? Jealous why?
  • Pat: Oh, on account of how the Great Circle is so much brighter and folks stay awake for it, but sleep while the Night Circle's up there. Things like that.
  • [the rocks go in the lava, then they both jump over a lava]
  • Pat: You'd better keep movin', kids. Not safe to stand in one place too long.
  • [the lava starts to erupt, then they all yell, then running]
  • Pat: Anyway, so the Night Circle grabbed the Great Circle and threw it from the sky, so it'd smash into the world below.
  • [they both gasp]
  • Ducky: Oh, my!
  • Pat: But there just so happened to be a herd of longnecks standing down there, and they stretched their necks up and caught the Great Circle on their heads, and then shoved it right back up into the sky. Now, how about that? So that's why, to this very day, we have such long necks, so we can put the great circle back up in the sky.
  • Cera: Longnecks saved the world, huh?
  • Pat: Well, that's the story. Whether or not you believe it, it's up to you. [the foot steps on a lava, then falling down]
  • Cera: Pat!
  • Pat: [groaning] Kids, run!
  • Cera: Spike, come on!
  • [they all run, then they try to get Pat back up]
  • Pat: Let's get outta here!
  • [the lava erupts]
  • Petrie: Hurry! Hurry!!!
  • [screaming, then Pat slides]
  • Cera: That looks like a pretty bad burn, Pat.
  • Pat: Would've been a lot worse if it hadn't been for you kids. I owe you my thanks. [tries to get up] It's gonna slow me down some though. You'd best be movin' on without me. If you keep headin' toward those hills, I think you'll find your friend.
  • Ducky: But we cannot go without you. No, no, no.
  • Spike: Mm-mmm.
  • Petrie: Me no think so neither.
  • Pat: Now, children, there's no sense in all of us missin', well, I don't know what, but I got a feelin' it's gonna be spectacular.
  • [they both walk to a lava, whispering]
  • Cera: We've talked it over, and we're not going without you. We'd rather just stop right here.
  • Pat: Uh? Well, what do ya know. For once in my life, I can't think of a word to say.
  • [cut back to Littlefoot and Bron]
  • Littlefoot: What do you think is going to happen?
  • Bron: I don't know, Littlefoot. Something wonderful.
  • Littlefoot: That's just what Grandma said.
  • Bron: Well, great minds think alike.
  • Littlefoot: Yeah. [laughing]
  • Bron: You love your grandparents, don't you?
  • Littlefoot: Well, yeah. Sure. I mean, they take care of me.
  • Bron: Hmm, kind of like me and my herd. Have you thought about what happens now with us?
  • Littlefoot: Huh? What do you mean?
  • Bron: Well, now that I found you, I... I don't want to lose you.
  • Littlefoot: Oh, yeah. I know. Me neither.
  • Bron: [chuckling] You don't have to decide anything now.
  • Littlefoot: Hey, how come we haven't seen any sharpteeth?
  • Bron: Sharpteeth are cowards. Look how many of us there are. A sharptooth would never attack a group this size. Remember, they only hunt in twos and threes. [chuckling] Your friend Sue could handle that many herself.
  • Littlefoot: Heh, yeah.
  • Grandpa: Come on, dear. Let's go to the watering hole.
  • [cut to Grandma and Grandpa snoring]
  • Grandpa: Mmm. Mmm. Hmm. Littlefoot.
  • Littlefoot: Sorry I woke you up. I just... I just felt like sleeping here last night.
  • Grandpa: [chuckling] We missed you too, Littlefoot. You know, Littlefoot, it's... it's only natural that you want to be with your father right now. Your grandma and I love you no matter where you are. We just want you to be happy. Mmm. Mmm.
  • [Littlefoot lies back down]
  • Grandpa: Mmm.
  • [they all sleep, then they continue snoring, then getting up, yawning, then walking at Bron, then looking at Shorty, walking away, then walking away, with the rocks rolling down]
  • Shorty: [slides down] Uh, whoa. W-Whoa. [continues walking away, then Littlefoot slides down, then Shorty continues walking]
  • Littlefoot: Shorty! Hey, shorty!
  • Shorty: Oh, it's you.
  • Littlefoot: Yeah, it's me. Where're you going?
  • Shorty: What's it to ya?
  • Littlefoot: Well, it's just that it's still kinda dark. And you're out here all alone. My dad probably wouldn't like it.
  • Shorty: Oh, right. Like he'd care. Now that's he's found you, he'll ignore me like everybody else.
  • Littlefoot: Shorty, you'll always be special to Bron. You've known him all your life, almost. I just met him. I was kinda hoping... I thought maybe we could be like, you know, like brothers.
  • [they both walk away]
  • Littlefoot: Come on. Let's go back.
  • Shorty: Yeah.
  • [the sun rises up]
  • Littlefoot: Something's about to happen.
  • Shorty: I know. I can feel it.
  • [they both scream, then they run]
  • Littlefoot: Petrie, where did you come from?
  • Petrie: Oh, Littlefoot. Me knew that you. Uh, me see you from far and me say, "That Littlefoot." But the others, they no believe me, so...
  • Littlefoot: Others? The whole gang? Are they here too?
  • Petrie: Oh, sure. All here. Be here real soon. That be them now!
  • [they continue hearing heavy footsteps with rocks clattering]
  • Littlefoot: Huh? Huh?
  • [Sharptooth appears, then they all scream]
  • Petrie: That not them!
  • [they both scream]
  • Cera: Hurry, Littlefoot. Run!
  • [they all run]
  • Littlefoot: What are all you guys doing here?
  • Ducky: Running away!
  • [they all scream, then Pat knocks the Sharptooth, then breaking the branch]
  • Pat: Run for it, kids! I'll keep him busy.
  • [Sharptooth tries to get up, then walking, then trying to knock the Sharptooth, then shaking the dust]
  • Cera: Hold it! We can't leave him. He's a friend of ours.
  • [they all look down, then gasping, then kicking the rock, then the rocks slip the Sharptooth]
  • Cera: Good idea! [knocks the rocks]
  • Littlefoot: Take that! [knocks the rocks]
  • Shorty: Hi-yah!
  • [the rocks kill the Sharptooth]
  • Petrie: [throwing the rock] Yeah!
  • [they all move the rock]
  • Cera: Come on! Let's go help him!
  • [they both try to lift Pat up, then Sharptooth appears, then they all scream]
  • Bron: Huh? Littlefoot!
  • [Sharptooth continues roaring, gets up, then they continue trying to lift Pat up]
  • Cera: Come on, Pat! Hurry!
  • [Sharptooth knocks Pat, then gasping, then roaring, then the rock appears]
  • Bron: Up here, coward!
  • Littlefoot: Dad!
  • Cera: Did you say, "Dad"?
  • [he runs down, then running, then getting up, then Bron attacks the Sharptooth, then sliding down, then biting Bron's leg, yelling, then Pat attacks Sharptooth, then kicking Sharptooth, rolling to the ground]
  • Bron: Thanks, stranger.
  • [they all walk up]
  • Pat: Come on. Move along. Move along, young'uns.
  • [Bron looks at Sharptooth, being killed]
  • Pat: It's okay. We should be safe now.
  • [Sharptooth growls, then they both scream]
  • Bron: Run, kids! Get out of there!
  • [Sharptooth roars]
  • Adult: Oh, no!
  • Grandpa: What is it? What's out there? Oh, no! There's three sharpteeth now. Littlefoot! [walks down, then Sharptooth appears]
  • Littlefoot: Oh, no! I'm coming, Dad!
  • Cera: Littlefoot, be careful!
  • [screaming while looking at the Sharptooth]
  • Bron: Littlefoot, go!
  • [Grandpa attacks Sharptooth]
  • Adult: Don't go! Sharpteeth are out there!
  • Grandma: So is our grandson.
  • [Grandpa tries to attack Sharptooth, then sliding down]
  • Bron: Littlefoot, help your grandma. I can handle this one.
  • [Grandma attacks Sharptooth, then sliding down]
  • Grandpa: [panting] Oh, my! After all these years, we still make a pretty good team.
  • Grandma: Yes, we do!
  • [Sharptooth roars]
  • Shorty: Oh, no! Cera! Pat! They need help! [he walks down]
  • [Cera runs around, screaming, then attacking Sharptooth three times, then roaring, then screaming, then Pat lays down, then hitting Sharptooth, then pushing the feet, then laying down, sliding down, then Sharptooth attacks, then attacking them, by falling to the ground]
  • Shorty: Wow, that was a great move!
  • Cera: You're not so bad yourself, for a longneck.
  • Bron: [looks at the Sharpteeth, being killed] Littlefoot. Are you all right?
  • Littlefoot: Yeah.
  • Bron: You and your friends, get up to the top. It's time.
  • Littlefoot: Hang on, Dad! They're coming to help us!
  • Ducky: I do not think so.
  • [he gasps, then they both roar, with Grandma and Grandpa looking at the sky, then they continue walking up]
  • Petrie: What happening? Where they all going?
  • [they look at the sky, with the cloud swirling around]
  • Petrie: This no look good!
  • [they all run away, then they continue forming the sky, then blowing the wind, then Cera runs up]
  • Shorty: What is it? What do they see?
  • Littlefoot: I don't know.
  • Bron: Hurry, Littlefoot. It's starting.
  • [they all look at a sky, thundering]
  • Sue: Come on, guys. Hop on.
  • [they both jump on Sue]
  • Sue: Now don't look straight at the great circle. It might hurt your eyes.
  • Littlefoot: Wow!
  • [they both look at the great circle, thundering, then they roar]
  • Littlefoot: It's just like in my sleep story. The great circle's going dark. A-And then it's gonna fall! We gotta catch it!
  • [she tries to catch the great circle, then they all strain, then they all roar, then Littlefoot tries to get the great circle, then the comets shoot at the sky]
  • Littlefoot: Huh?
  • [the comets continue shooting, then Cera, Spike, Ducky, and Petrie appear, looking at the comets, then they all walk away, roaring, then zooming at Littlefoot and Shorty, then gasping, then looking at the sun, transforming back the day sky]
  • Sue: We did it!
  • [they murmur, then they all murmur while looking at the day sky]
  • Sue: Oh, that was incredible!
  • Grandma: I told you it would be something wonderful.
  • Littlefoot: Dad, we did it! We did it!
  • Bron: Mm-hmm. We all did.
  • Cera: I don't believe it. Longnecks saved the world. This is gonna kill my dad.
  • [the dinosaurs all walk]
  • Pat: Well, kids, it was a pleasure to travel with you. Glad we fell in together. But I think it's about time for me to...
  • Ducky: Pat! Wait! We, uh... We had an idea. [Petrie lands by Ducky] Go on. You ask.
  • Petrie: Oh. Oh, okay. Um, we thinking, maybe, if you don't mind... I mean, if you wanna, uh, maybe...
  • Pat: Well, spit it out, kids. I'm not getting any younger. I gotta be moseyin' on.
  • Petrie: That's just it! Mosey with us.
  • Pat: Come again.
  • Ducky: That is the idea. Come to the Great Valley. There is lots of room.
  • Petrie: And no sharptooths neither.
  • Pat: Well, I'll be. [laughing] You really think I could?
  • Spike: [laughing] Uh-huh.
  • Grandma: [looks at Cera, Ducky, Spike, Petrie, and Pat] Sue? Does this mean you won't be walking back with us?
  • Sue: [giggling] Yeah. Sorry, Grandma. Actually, I'm not sorry at all. [giggling]
  • Grandma: It was wonderful to meet you, dear. Have a lovely journey home.
  • Sue: You too. Bye!
  • [they both hug, then Cera walks backward, then trying to hit a rock, then shaking her head]
  • Shorty: [to Cera] Doesn't it hurt? What's the trick?
  • Cera: The trick is not minding.
  • Shorty: [the rock falls on Shorty's head grunting] Wow.
  • Cera: [looks at Littlefoot] Shorty, I'll be right back. [walks to Littlefoot] You don't look like somebody who just saved the world.
  • Littlefoot: Oh, hi, guys.
  • Petrie: Why are you no happy?
  • Littlefoot: It's my dad.
  • Ducky: Uh-oh. Did you two have a fight.
  • Littlefoot: Huh? Oh, no! He's great. That's the problem. I just found him. I mean, I didn't even know I had a dad. And now, I don't wanna lose him. I don't wanna leave Grandma and Grandpa, or you guys. But I can't give my dad up. I just met him. I don't know what to do.
  • Petrie: Well, me can't tell you what best for you, but we always your friends no matter where you go.
  • ["Bestest Friend" begins]
  • Petrie: [singing] Sometimes friends have to leave. It's very sad but true, but this me do believe. Friends still a part of you.
  • Ducky: [singing] And if you go away, and live some other place. I will think of you each day, and see your smiley face.
  • Both: [singing] And we will always be your friends.
  • Cera: [singing] No matter where you are.
  • Both: [singing] Just around the bend.
  • Ducky: [singing] Or very, very far.
  • Cera: [singing] Wherever you will go when you reach your journey's end.
  • All: [singing] No matter what. We'll always be your friends.
  • [cut to Bron, nodding]
  • All: [singing] We will always be your friends. Although we're far apart.
  • Cera: [singing] I see you in my dreams.
  • Ducky: [singing] And feel you in my heart.
  • All: [singing] And we won't be surprised if we meet again. And when we do, we still will be your friends. Your very truest bestest friends.
  • [Spike licks Littlefoot, then walking down, then grandpa nods at all the dinosaurs]
  • Bron: Okay, then. Good job today, big guy.
  • Littlefoot: Thanks, Dad. You too. [walks by the Grandpa and Grandma, then he hugs Grandpa and Grandma]
  • Bron: Come on, son. The herd's gathering.
  • [he walks away, with Cera, Spike and Ducky walking, then Petrie lands down, then he continues walking with Bron]
  • Bron: I can't wait to introduce you to the herd back home. I've always told them I had a son somewhere. I just can't wait to see their...
  • Littlefoot: Dad.
  • Bron: Yes, son?
  • Littlefoot: [sighing] Can I tell you what I've decided?
  • [Bron nods, then Shorty walks]
  • Littlefoot: I've been thinking about this a lot, and I really want to go live with you.
  • Bron: Well, that's great 'cause I...
  • Littlefoot: But I can't.
  • Bron: Huh? Littlefoot...
  • Littlefoot: Grandma and Grandpa really need me. And I need them. And my friends. You know, they came all this way just to find me. And I'm just not ready to leave them yet.
  • Bron: But, Littlefoot, I... I can't just leave my herd. They depend on me. I'm their leader.
  • Littlefoot: I know. For some of them, you're even more than that.
  • Bron: Yes. I know.
  • [Shorty walks away, then Littlefoot sniffs]
  • Littlefoot: I'm really happy I finally found you. And when I'm older, we can have some more adventures together, can't we?
  • Bron: Count on it. Hey, who knows? One of these days, I might drag my whole herd over to the Great Valley for a visit. I love you, son.
  • Littlefoot: Me too.
  • [they both hug, then they all walk]
  • Littlefoot: I'm ready to go home now.
  • [they both gasp, then Bron looks at Littlefoot, then nodding, then they hug]
  • Bron: Hey, Shorty. Want a lift?
  • Shorty: [grabs Shorty] Whoa! H-Hey!
  • Narrator: And so the great herd of longnecks dispersed.
  • [they all walk with Littlefoot, Cera, Spike, Ducky and Petrie]
  • Narrator: Littlefoot had found his father and had saved the world.
  • Pat: Come on, kids.
  • Narrator: For Littlefoot and his father, there would be more adventures to come, but for now, he headed for home, the Great Valley.
  • [last lines]
  • Ducky: I just have one question. Do we have to go back through the swamp?