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The Land Before Time X: The Great Longneck Migration The Land Before Time XII: The Great Day of the Flyers
XI DVD Cover
  • [first lines]
  • Narrator: Our vast universe is filled with objects of incredible size, objects separated by distances to great measure.
  • [the comets spin around]
  • Narrator: But it's also made up of many millions of particles for too small to see. And these tiny things are just as important to life as the large ones. Many eons ago, dinosaurs ruled our planet. Most of them were huge. But among these giants lived tiny creatures. Dinosaurs the size of kittens.
  • [they all walk away]
  • Narrator: In a world of such immense creatures, something so small could easily be overlooked. But small things can be very important. The dinosaurs of the Great Valley knew that. Especially when that small thing was a tasty flower which bloomed only once in a great while.
  • [they all look at the flower]
  • Ducky: [sighs] They look so pretty!
  • [Spike walks up]
  • Petrie: [sniffing] And they smell so good!
  • Littlefoot: But mostly, they taste so great.
  • Ducky: They look all ripe and ready to me!
  • Spike: Mm-hmm.
  • Ducky: [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep! [jumping on Spike]
  • Petrie: Me think so, too!
  • Ducky: I say we eat one. [tries to get a flower]
  • Littlefoot: Ducky, no! Wait!
  • Ducky: [falls to the ground] Why did you do that?
  • Littlefoot: Come on, you know the rules. Everybody has to wait until nibbling day. Then we all come here together, and we take turns and we all get a tree-sweet. That's the way we always do it. It's the only fair way to make sure everybody gets a... Spike, don't!
  • [Spike walks back]
  • Littlefoot: You've got to wait, too.
  • Petrie: Me get what you say about being fair and all, but me thinking all the time, all the time thinking! And me think this! If me fly up to tippy-tippy top of tree-sweet tree and take tree-sweets from tree for me and you three, then we okay, see?
  • [they all chuckle]
  • Littlefoot: Say that again?
  • Petrie: Uh... No. Me just get them. [flies up] Ooh! Lots of good ones up top. Okey-dokey, here me go. [flies down]
  • Cera's Dad: What are you doing there?
  • [Petrie screams by falling down, then they all gasp, then knocking Ducky and Spike, then Cera laughs]
  • Cera's Dad: I ask you a question, young one. What were you up to?
  • Petrie: [gulping] Me? Oh, oh, me. Uh, me think me see flying pointy-bottom stinger up on tree-sweet so me trying to chase him off.
  • Cera's Dad: Well, all right then.
  • [they both walk away]
  • Cera's Dad: Everyone in the valley is waiting for a taste of those tree-sweets. They've been waiting a lomg time and I don't want any of them to be disappointed. That's why I've made it my job to pay attention to every single little morsel on that tree. And if even one of them disappears, I'll know it. Understand?
  • [they all nod, then Cera's Dad walks away, then they all sigh, then Cera appears, laughing]
  • Cera: He caught you so bad! Looks like you'll have to wait until nibbling day after all. And we all know who gets the first tree-sweet on nibbling day.
  • Littlefoot: Yeah! Why is that, anyway?
  • Cera: 'Cause I was the first one to find the tree-sweet tree. Everyone knows that.
  • Ducky: That is not how I remember it. Nope, nope, nope.
  • Petrie: Me remember, too. It was the first time us ever saw the tree-sweet tree.
  • Littlefoot: [runs to the tree] Hey, guys, come look what I found! [tries to get a flower]
  • Cera: Hey, what's this? [runs on Littlefoot, grabbing a flower, eating]
  • [they both laugh]
  • Littlefoot: That's right! That's exactly how it happened.
  • [they all continue laughing]
  • Cera: Humph, yeah, I guess you're right. Littlefoot should have had the first tree-sweet, he was just too little. [walks away]
  • Littlefoot: Huh? What?
  • Cera: I don't mean little, exactly, you know, short, small, whatever.
  • Littlefoot: You... You think I'm small?
  • Cera: Come on! Don't take it so personally. I'm just saying you're not exactly normal sized for a longneck, are you?
  • Littlefoot: I'm... I'm still growing.
  • Cera: Oh, is that what's happening? It's taking a while, isn't it? [walks away] So long, Littlefoot! [laughing, walking away]
  • [Littlefoot walks away]
  • Ducky: Do not worry, Little... Um, you will grow. Someday.
  • Petrie: Me think so, too. Probably.
  • Littlefoot: Yeah, thanks. [walks away] See ya later.
  • Petrie: [offscreen] Way to go, Ducky!
  • Ducky: [offscreen] I didn't mean to!
  • [cut to Cera's Dad, walking along]
  • Tria: Topsy?
  • Cera's Dad: Huh?
  • Tria: Is that really you? Topsy, it is you!
  • Cera's Dad: Tria?
  • Tria: [nods] Mm-hmm.
  • Cera's Dad: [stammering] When did you... I mean, how, how did... I mean... [giggling]
  • Tria: [walks by Cera's Dad] Why, Topsy, you haven't changed a bit. Still the handsomest thing with three horns.
  • [they both giggle, then Cera's Dad walks away, touching a tree, gouging, trying to get off]
  • Cera's Dad: I'm hooked.
  • Tria: [walks by Cera's Dad] Yep, the same old Topsy.
  • [cut to Cera, laughing]
  • Cera: That Littlefoot! Imagine! Telling me I don't get the first tree-sweet. [laughing]
  • Cera's Dad: Of course you get the first tree-sweet.
  • Cera: Daddy?
  • Tria: [laughing] You'd do that for little old me?
  • Cera's Dad: [laughing] Well, sure I would! I'd...
  • Cera: Dad? Is that you?
  • Cera's Dad: Yeah, great, so, um... [to Tria, whispering] So why don't we get together later?
  • Tria: Whatever you say, good-lookin'.
  • Cera: Daddy?
  • Cera's Dad: Cera! Uh, what a surprise.
  • Cera: Who were you talking to just now?
  • Cera's Dad: Talking to? Why, uh... [stammering] Hey, you know what we haven't done in a long time? Gone to the watering hole together, huh? Huh? Uh... What do you say? Just you and me? Family time.
  • Cera: Okay. Sure, I guess.
  • [they both walk down, then cut to Grandpa and Littlefoot]
  • Littlefoot: "Too little." "Small one!" For now maybe, but one of these days... [looking up, then trying to jump on the egde, then grabbing on, trying to get up]
  • Grandpa: [helps Littlefoot] Here, Littlefoot, would you like a ride?
  • Littlefoot: What's the matter? You think I'm too small or something? Can't make it on my own?
  • Grandpa: [chuckling] Why, no, Littlefoot. That's not it at all.
  • [Grandma appears]
  • Littlefoot: Well, you'd be right. I am small.
  • Grandpa: Perhaps for now. But you'll grow!
  • Grandma: Of course, you will, Littlefoot. Just think how big your dad is, and your grandfather. Why, he was once your size and look at him now.
  • Littlefoot: He was? You were?
  • Grandpa: Yes. Yes, Littlefoot, I was. Just your very size.
  • Grandma: Not by your age, of course.
  • Grandpa: Err... Well, no. By your age, I had grown.
  • Littlefoot: Thanks. [walks away by Gandpa and Grandma]
  • Grandpa: And so will you! You'll grow! I promise. [sighs]
  • Littlefoot: Maybe they're right. Uh, maybe they're all right. Maybe I am small. [looks at a tree] But I'm big enough to get the first tree-sweet! [tries to get a flower] Come on! You can do it! [continues trying to get a flower] Oh, yeah, I got you now! Almost there! [grabs a flower, then falling down to the ground, with flowers on Littlefoot, gasping, lookijg at one flower] Oh, no!
  • [the flower lands on Littlefoot, then laying down, then trying to get up, looking at Skitter]
  • Littlefoot: Huh?
  • [Skitter walks to Littlefoot, eating a flower, then looking at the Tinysauruses, gasping, screaming, then the Tinysauruses run away, looking around, then looking at a tree with no flowers]
  • Littlefoot: Huh? [looking at Tria and Cera's Dad]
  • Tria: Did you hear something?
  • Cera's Dad: Just a flier.
  • Tria: If you say so, big fella. But it sure sounded to me like somebody screamed.
  • Cera's Dad: Nah, what would anybody have to scream about on a beautiful day like today. [looking at a tree with no flowers, screaming while rumbling]
  • Grandma: What was that?
  • Grandpa: [sighs] Mr. Three-horn again.
  • Grandma: But what's wrong?
  • Grandpa: I don't know, but I'm sure he'll tell us.
  • [they all look at the dinosaurs]
  • Petrie: So, Cera, are you mad you're not going to get the first bite of tree-sweets?
  • Cera: [to Petrie] Whtlat do you think?
  • Petrie: [shakes his head] Uh, yes?
  • Cera's Dad: [offscreen] Have you ever seen such a sad sight? All those tree-sweets near the peek of their flavor perfection, gone!
  • [they all murmur]
  • Cera's Dad: But that's not the saddest part. The worst of it is that someone here too them!
  • [they all gasp]
  • Cera's Dad: That's right! Someone here stole from you! Because of them, you won't get a tree-sweet.
  • Tria: Well, I was sure looking forward to eating one of those tree-sweets, because... Well, because, Topsy here promised me the very first one. Didn't you, handsome?
  • [Cera's Dad clears throat]
  • Petrie: Did her say Topsy? Ewww!
  • [Cera kicks Petrie, rolling at Littlefoot]
  • Petrie: What's the matter with...
  • Littlefoot: I didn't do it! You hear me? I didn't do it! [gasping] Uh...
  • Tria: Hey, I know you. I saw you running away. When Topsy and I found the tree-sweets gone.
  • Cera's Dad: Well, what do you have to say for yourself, huh?
  • Littlefoot: Okay, okay. I was here. But I didn't eat the tree-sweets. I didn't, I swear it!
  • Cera: Oh, yeah? Then who did?
  • Littlefoot: [gasps, looking at a tree, and the dinosaurs] The little ones, that's who! Little longnecks. I saw 'em with my own eyes. They were only about this tall.
  • Female: What's he talking about?
  • Littlefoot: It's true! And they eat all the tree-sweets. Ate them right off the tree! I came walking alomg and saw them. I was so surprised, I screamed.
  • [they all gasp]
  • Littlefoot: And then I ran away to, uh... You know, to go find help. But I guess Mr. Three-horn came along right then, and he saw for himself. And then he screamed.
  • Cera's Dad: Shouted, not screamed.
  • Littlefoot: Okay, yeah, shouted.
  • Petrie: So, wait. You saying the tree-sweets all get ate by little bitty longnecks 'bout this big?
  • Littlefoot: Yeah!
  • [they all laugh, looking around, then they all continue laughing]
  • Cera: Nice try! You are in so much trouble!
  • [they continue laughing]
  • Cera's Dad: Oh! He's telling the truth! [looks at a flower petal] Look! Those bite marks were made by something really small. Even smaller than Littlefoot.
  • Tria: Topsy's right!
  • Petrie: Me sorry me no believe you.
  • Cera's Dad: But this is terrible news. Our valley, infested with tiny pestes who creep and crawl around under our very snout, eating our food! [snorts] Disgusting!
  • Clubtail: Little things are awful. I hate 'em!
  • [the wind blows the leaves, then "Creepy Crawlies" begins]
  • Cera's Dad: [singing] Creepy crawlies.
  • Ducky's Mom: [singing] Creepy crawlies.
  • Both: [singing] Everybody hates those little creepy crawlies.
  • Tria: [singing] They tickle and they bite.
  • Ducky's Mom: Ooh!
  • Petrie's Mom: [singing] They sneak around at night.
  • Tria: Ooh.
  • Cera's Dad: [singing] Everything about thrm is just not right.
  • All: [singing] Those little creepy crawlies, creepy crawlies.
  • Clubtail: [singing] Icky sticky.
  • Ducky's Mom: [singing] Tiny spiny.
  • All: [singing] Creepy crawlies.
  • Clubtail: [singing] They nibble on your ears...
  • Petrie's Mom: [singing] Ouch!
  • Tria: [singing] ...and in-between your toes.
  • Clubtail: [singing] No!
  • Cera's Dad: [singing] They eat all your food out from under your nose.
  • All: [singing] Those awful creepy crawlies.
  • Tria: [singing] They might, be smart.
  • Cera's Dad: [singing] They might be dumb.
  • Rainbow Face: [singing] We don't know what they look like.
  • Petrie's Mom: [singing] Or where they're from.
  • Tria: [singing] The only thing we know is they're different from us.
  • Cera's Dad: [singing] And anything that's different is dangerous.
  • All: [singing] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Creepy crawlies, creepy crawlies. The world's a better place without those creepy crawlies.
  • Grandpa: [singing] But every living thing has a role to play.
  • Grandma: [singing] They might be nice.
  • Clubtail: [singing] No sir!
  • Cera's Dad: [singing] No way!
  • Both: [singing] Not icky, sticky. Tiny spiny.
  • Tria: [singing] Nitsy.
  • Petrie's Mom: [singing] Gnasty.
  • Cera's Dad: [singing] Smash 'em flasty.
  • All: [singing] Creepy crawlies. Eww!
  • Cera's Dad: Of course, you know what we all have to do. We have to hunt them down and exterminate them!
  • [they all chatter]
  • Male: Let's get 'em!
  • Grandpa: Wait! Wait, everyone, please! Let's not get carried away. These little creatures whoever they are, have as much right to be here as we do. And they have as much right to eat the tree-sweets.
  • [they all shout]
  • Cera's Dad: Then it's settled. We'll rid the valley of this threat. Who wants to search where?
  • [they all shout again]
  • Ducky: Spike and I will search together and we will find the little ones first. [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep.
  • Petrie: Oh, yeah? Well, me a flier, so me look from sky. Me find them before you!
  • [they all walk to Petrie]
  • Ducky: Come on, Spike, let us hurry.
  • Littlefoot: [offscreen] Cera, what's wrong?
  • Tria: Why don't I go with you, Topsy?
  • Cera's Dad: All right, but we have to be careful.
  • [Tria walks away by Cera's Dad, then Cera coughs]
  • Cera's Dad: Oh, Cera. Oh, uh... Would you like to search with me? We, um... We need to talk.
  • Tria: Topsy, come on!
  • Cera: Go talk with her! I'm hunting with Littlefoot.
  • Cera's Dad: Cera! Cera!
  • Cera: Littlefoot, let's go!
  • [cut to Spike, Ducky, and Petrie, walking, then the reprise of "Creepy Crawlies" begins]
  • Ducky: [singing] Creepy crawlies, creepy crawlies. It is so much fun to look for creepy crawlies. Searching all around our noses to the ground hoping that the little creatures can be found. Those little...
  • Petrie: [singing] Creepy crawlies, creepy crawlies. Me will be the one to find those creepy crawlies. Me flying very high with such a sharply eye. Nothing can escape the looker in the sky not even creepy crawlies.
  • Ducky: [singing] Creepy crawlies.
  • Petrie: [singing] Creepy...
  • Ducky: [singing] Creepy...
  • Petrie: [singing] Crawlies.
  • Ducky: [singing] Crawlies.
  • Petrie: [singing] Creepy...
  • Ducky: [singing] Crawlies.
  • Petrie: [singing] Creepy...
  • Ducky: [singing] Creepy...
  • Both: [singing] Crawlies.
  • [cut back to the dinosaurs]
  • Cera's Dad: Remember, these things are small and fast. Keep your head to the ground and your eyes open.
  • [the dinosaurs walk with heads in the grass, knocking their heads]
  • Longneck: Huh? [looks at a tail] Hey, you! Come back here! Hold it right there, buster, you're in big trouble! Hey, I said stop!
  • [the triceratops walks under a tree, looking around, trying to get out, then Spike eats the leaves]
  • Ducky: No tiny longnecks there. [touches a leaf] Nope, nope, nope.
  • [Spike swallows a leaf]
  • Ducky: Searching for the little ones is kinda fun.
  • Spike: [continues eating the leaves] Mm-hmm. [swallows the leaves]
  • Ducky: Hmm.
  • [the triceratops continues trying to get out of the branch]
  • Ducky: I do not think grown-ups are too good at it, though.
  • Longneck: Come back here! Get over here!
  • [they all laugh]
  • Ducky: And I do not think Petrie will see anything from up there, either.
  • Petrie: Nothing escape the looker in the sky. Me see everything, me know everything. [flies around] Me swoop down on tree-sweets stealers and... [gasping] Me see one! Teeny little longneck! [flies down] Here come looker in the sky! [flies down faster, cackling] Hold it right there, you tree-sweet stealer! [lands on Grandpa, falling down]
  • Grandpa: Petrie, are you all right?
  • Petrie: [getting up, blubbering] Me okay. But you look way lot littler from up there. [lays down]
  • [cut to Littlefoot and Cera]
  • Littlefoot: And they swarmed all over the tree. [looks at a hole] Just like a big bunch of underground creepy crawlers! [looks at a bug] Only a lot bigger, and...
  • Cera: Okay, okay! Nobody really cares. [walks away]
  • Littlefoot: Hey, who was that with your dad, anyway? They sure looked friendly.
  • Cera: Humph.
  • Littlefoot: Have you known her long? [walks down] Hey, you think maybe he likes her?
  • [Cera growls]
  • Littlefoot: Is she gonna be her new mom?
  • [Cera growls at Littlefoot]
  • Littlefoot: Hey!
  • Cera: No! Are you crazy? No! No! No!
  • [Littlefoot runs away, then Cera growls, running at Littlefoot, jumping over a branch, then touching the leaves, growling]
  • Littlefoot: Sorry. I was only asking.
  • Cera: Well, don't ever ask again! Humph!
  • Littlefoot: Yeah, okay, sure.
  • [Cera walks away]
  • Littlefoot: [to Cera] Um, you wanna look for tiny longnecks now?
  • Cera: No! [echoing]
  • Littlefoot: Sort of a waste of time anyway. How do you find something that little in a valley this big? [falls in the cave, sitting on Skitter] Oh, great. Help! Cera! [echoing]
  • Skitter: [muffled voice] Would you get up, please?
  • Littlefoot: Huh? Huh?
  • Skitter: Do you mind? I can't breathe!
  • [moves away from Skitter]
  • Skitter: Ahh! That's better.
  • [Littlefoot screams at Skitter, running away from Skitter]
  • Skitter: Hmm. Was it something I said?
  • [cut to Cera, walking, kicking a rock, laughing]
  • Tria: Oh, Topsy, you say the silliest things.
  • Cera's Dad: Mmm!
  • [they both hug]
  • Cera: Well?
  • [they both gasp]
  • Cera: Find any tiny longnecks up there?
  • Cera's Dad: [stammers] Cera! [continues stammering] Hi, honey!
  • Cera: Hi.
  • Cera's Dad: Cera, here's somebody I've been wanting you to meet. She just migrated here after the cold time and, well... [chuckling] The funniest thing, we know each other! Oh, from a long time ago, I was a wild young fella and she was the cutest...
  • Tria: Cut it out!
  • [they both giggle]
  • Cera's Dad: But, so, um, anyway, her name's Tria.
  • Tria: [walks to Cera] Hello, Cera. Topsy's told me so much about you.
  • Cera: Funny, he hasn't told me anything about you! [walks away by Cera's Dad and Tria]
  • Cera's Dad: That went well.
  • [cut back to cave with Littlefoot, running away, screaming, tripping on a rock, looking at Skitter]
  • Littlefoot: Huh? [looking at the Tinysauruses, gasping, then running away, then hitting on a rock, gasping]
  • Skitter: [to Littlefoot] Don't run away again.
  • Littlefoot: [whimpering] You're not going to do anything to me?
  • [the Tinysauruses laugh]
  • Skitter: What could we do to somebody as big as you?
  • Lizzie: Yeah, you're gigantic!
  • Littlefoot: Hey! That's right! I am big, aren't I? Yeah, I'm big! I am big!
  • Skitter: Do you remember me?
  • Littlefoot: Uh... Should I?
  • Skitter: Sure. I ate a tree-sweet off your nose. It was sorta icky, but good! I stood right on top of you!
  • Littlefoot: Sorry, not me.
  • Skitter: You sure? 'Cause I coulda sworn...
  • Littlefoot: Nope. Different longneck. We all kinda look alike, so it's a natural mistake.
  • Skitter: Okay, if you say so. Anyway, my name's Skitter.
  • Littlefoot: Nice to meet you. They call me Littlefoot.
  • Skitter: You've got to be kidding.
  • [they all laugh, then Littlefoot laughs]
  • Skitter: Hey, meet my friends. This is Rocky and his twin sister Dusty.
  • Dusty: No, I'm Rocky and she's...
  • Rocky: Dusty!
  • Skitter: Sorry. Anyway, this is Lizzie.
  • Lizzie: Hi.
  • Skitter: And over there's Chatter, and there's...
  • Big Daddy: [offscreen] Skitter! Lizzy! Where are you kids?
  • Skitter: Better hide, that's Big Daddy!
  • Littlefoot: Big Daddy?
  • Big Daddy: Do you kids hear me when I'm talking to you?
  • [Littlefoot runs away]
  • Big Daddy: You kids might as well come out. I'll find you sooner or later.
  • All: Yes, sir. Yes, Dad. Okay. Sorry.
  • Littlefoot: Yes, sir.
  • [Big Daddy lays to the ground]
  • Littlefoot: [to Big Daddy] You okay?
  • [they all chatter, then Big Daddy opens his eyes, looking at Littlefoot, Dusty, Rocky, Skitter, and Lizzie]
  • Big Daddy: You!
  • Littlefoot: [stammering] Me?
  • Big Daddy: You told them about us, didn't you? You told the big ones.
  • Skitter: No, Big Daddy, it wasn't him. I made the same mistake. It was somebody who looks like him.
  • Dusty: Hey, maybe he's a...
  • Rocky: Twin!
  • [they blink their eyes]
  • Big Daddy: Well... [groaning] If you kids say so. But you know better than to bring a big one here! Lizzie, I'm ashamed of you! My own daughter!
  • Lizzie: But, Daddy...
  • Littlefoot: Sir, um... They didn't bring me here. I sort of fell in.
  • Big Daddy: Oh... [chuckling] Nobody's fault then. [chuckling, walking away] Well, I guess that's it, we're moving!
  • [they all complain]
  • Big Daddy: Kids, we've got to go. They found us.
  • Littlefoot: They haven't found you. I'm the only one. And I won't tell.
  • Big Daddy: It doesn't matter. We have to go anyway. Your folks are looking everywhere for us. We can't even sneak out at night to find food.
  • Skitter: It's true. We're awful hungry.
  • Littlefoot: [gasping] Maybe I could help. [walks on a cliff, looking at the Tinysauruses in the light, then climbing up] I'll be back.
  • [they all sleep with Grandma and Grandpa, then walking away, then grabbing the leaves, then putting then, then Clubtail walks, looking around, then Littlefoot kicks the tree stars by moving to the Tinysauruses, then tree stars fall in the Tinysauruses]
  • Rocky: Hey, Littlefoot did it!
  • Skitter: I told you he would.
  • [the Tinysauruses grab the tree stars, then Big Daddy laughs, then the acorn lands on Big Daddy, spinnimg his head, then the tree star lands on Big Daddy, then they both laugh]
  • Littlefoot: [to the Tinysauruses] Night, guys.
  • Lizzie: Bye, Littlefoot. Thanks!
  • [Littlefoot sleeps]
  • Petrie: There he is! But why he still sleeping?
  • Ducky: Littlefoot, get up!
  • [Spike pushes Littlefoot, then Ducky walks to Littlefoot]
  • Petrie: Get up, get up, get up! The little longnecks have striked again!
  • Littlefoot: What?
  • Petrie: Whoa!
  • Cera's Dad: Thieves in the night, that's what they are! They don't eat only tree-sweets, but tree stars as well. And they even strike while we're asleep! We must find them!
  • [they all murmur]
  • Cera's Dad: Let's form some search teams!
  • Tria: He's really something, isn't he? Strong and commanding... And cute.
  • Cera: You don't know anything about him!
  • Tria: I used to, back when we were younger. I'd like to get to know him again, like to get to know you, too.
  • Cera: Yeah? Well, don't hold your breath! [walks away]
  • [Cera's Dad walks by Tria, then Tria nods, then sighs, then cut to Cera, Petrie, and Ducky]
  • Petrie: Cera, come hunt with us.
  • Ducky: Your dad says whoever finds the little longnecks first will get a special treat.
  • Petrie: Uh-huh.
  • Cera: Yeah? Like what?
  • Ducky: I do not know exactly, but old Topsy says...
  • Cera: [rams Ducky] Don't ever call my dad that again! Got it?
  • Ducky: Yup. [slides down, sighing]
  • Petrie: So, is she gonna go with us or what?
  • [they all walk with Littlefoot, Petrie, Ducky, Spike, and Cera, then looking around, putting hands up, gasping, then looking at Skitter and Lizzie, eating acorn, then walking to Ducky and Petrie]
  • Littlefoot: Hey... Uh... What's that over there?
  • Ducky: I think I see something. [to Cera and Spike] Come on! Follow me!
  • [Spike walks to Ducky and Petrie, then Cera walks to Spike, Ducky and Petrie, then Littlefoot winks]
  • Ducky: Aw, it is not them.
  • [the creature growls at Ducky]
  • Ducky: Ow! Whatever it is, it bites.
  • [Skitter and Lizzie jump in the cave, then kicking the tree stars in the cave, then they all laugh]
  • Skitter: Thank you!
  • [Littlefoot yawns, then walking away, then eating a leaf, yawning, then Grandpa eats the leaves, then looking at the leaves falling down, yawning, then changing to night, with Cera sleeping]
  • Cera's Dad: [to Cera] Cera, are you awake? Look, I'm... I... I... I don't... I, um... It's just that... [groans] This is so much harder than yelling. Look, Tria's an old friend, and she doesn't have anyone. She needs protection, and she's really nice. She... Well, she likes me. And I like her.
  • Cera: [gets up] But I want things back the way they were before, when you didn't like anybody and nobody liked you!
  • Cera's Dad: I don't think things are ever going to be that way again.
  • Cera: Humph!
  • [Cera's Dad walks away, then Cera sniffs, putting tears in her eyes, then Cera's Dad sleeps, then walking back, then running away]
  • Cera: Humph! Tria! [mocking] Tria! [kicks some rocks] What kind of dopey name is that anyway? Huh? [looking at Littlefoot, walking away, then walking to Littlefoot] Hmm. He's up to something. And I'm gonna find out what! [walks away, then Ducky's Mom sleeps and Spike and Ducky sleep, then Cera appears]
  • Ducky: I did not call your dad, Topsy, I promise!
  • Cera: [groaning] Shh! Come on. And bring Spike.
  • [Petrie sleeps, then Ducky tries to climb up, then sliding down]
  • Ducky: Petrie, wake up! [slides down, looking, then grabbing Petrie, then trying to fly up]
  • Petrie: What is matter with you?
  • Ducky: Cera was wondering if you could come down.
  • Petrie: Well... Me think... Me have no choice!
  • [they both fall down to the ground, then cut to Littlefoot, kicking the leaves]
  • Cera: [looks at Littlefoot] What do you think he's doing? Taking a snack to Grandpa and Grandma?
  • [Spike yawns]
  • Petrie: Maybe he gather tree stars in his sleep.
  • Ducky: I do not care. Nope, nope... [yawning] Nope.
  • Cera: Well, it's better than looking for little creatures who probably don't even exist. Come on!
  • [they all walk down, then Littlefoot continues kicking the leaves, then Spike touches the rock]
  • Littlefoot: Huh? [looks at a tree and leaves, holding Spike's nose, then Littlefoot continues kicking the leaves]
  • Petrie: Where he go?
  • Cera: He can't move that fast. [walks down, then they all walk down, then Littlefoot watches the Tinysauruses eating, covering the light]
  • Skitter: Not again!
  • [Cera falls down in the cave, then the Tinysauruses run away, then they all fall down in the cave, sliding on Cera]
  • Big Daddy: We expecting anybody else to drop in tonight?
  • [they both gasp, then the Tinysauruses peek out, then Petrie gasps]
  • Petrie: We found 'em.
  • [they blink]
  • Ducky: These are sneaky, mean, little longnecks?
  • Both: Whoa!
  • [Skitter groans, getting out]
  • Cera: Excuse me. Whoa, you are short, aren't you?
  • Skitter: I used to be taller.
  • Petrie: We gotta go tell grown-ups quick so we can be the first and get the special treat!
  • Ducky: [repeated line, gasping] Yep, yep, yep!
  • Spike: Uh-huh, uh-huh!
  • [they both run]
  • Littlefoot: Don't do it, guys! Don't tell on them!
  • Cera: Don't worry, we won't!
  • Big Daddy: Just how big of a fool do you take me for?
  • Cera: Uh, not very?
  • Petrie: But, Tops... Uh, me mean, Cera's dad, he wanna hear all about it.
  • Cera: That's right! That's exactly why we're not gonna tell him.
  • Littlefoot: You mean it? [stammering] Won't your dad get mad?
  • Cera: What do I care if they eat the tree-sweets? I wasn't going to get the first one anyway.
  • Ducky: There is something going on between Cera and Topsy that I do not understand.
  • [Skitter walks to Cera, then looking at Skitter]
  • Cera: You don't have to worry about us, we won't give you away.
  • [they all murmur]
  • Big Daddy: You know what, young lady? I believe you.
  • [they all cheer]
  • Petrie: Me no think they look so sneaky and mean after all.
  • Skitter: You want us to show you some of our secret places?
  • Petrie: Uh-huh!
  • Littlefoot: Sure!
  • Big Daddy: I would normally say no, but you're gonna do it anyway, so I might as well save myself that effort.
  • Skitter: Come on!
  • [they all walk down, then Big Daddy sighs]
  • Petrie: Come on, Spike!
  • [Spike licks Big Daddy]
  • Big Daddy: Hmm.
  • [they all walk down]
  • Lizzie: [to Cera] So your dad gets mad a LOT?
  • Cera: Oh, yeah!
  • Lizzie: Mine, too. [looks around]
  • Cera: Sound like we've got something in common.
  • Big Daddy: Hmm, can't be too careful... Raining big ones around here.
  • [they all laugh and chatter, then Petrie flies around with Skitter, touching the water]
  • Littlefoot: Who wants a ride?
  • [the Tinysaurus climbs on Littlefoot, then sliding on the tail, then crawling under Spike, laughing]
  • Dusty: Hey, come on! Follow the leader!
  • Rocky: Come on, come on, come on! Let's go!
  • [they all run down, then the Tinysauruses run out of the holes, then Spike gets out, trying to get out]
  • Ducky: Come on, move it, Spike!
  • [the Tinysauruses walk by Spike, then they try to push Spike, then touching Spike's nose, then letting go, sneezing, then laying on the ground, then they all laugh]
  • Cera: Come on, Lizzie.
  • Lizzie: So your dad's pretty grumpy too, huh? [jumps on a rock]
  • Cera: Yeah! He really drives me crazy sometimes. He can't take a joke for one thing.
  • Lizzie: [laughing] Neither can mine! No sense of humor at all!
  • Cera: It's funny though, he always gets the craziest when he thinks I'm in trouble.
  • Lizzie: [gasping] Same with my dad! He got so mad when we made friends with Littlefoot. I think he was just scared for us.
  • [they both sigh, then "Girls and Dads" begins, walks away]
  • Cera: [singing] Dads can be a problem, dads can be a pain. They always act just like they think you've got no brain. Something they're enough to drive a girl insane. Whoa... Oh, dads!
  • All: [singing] Oh, dads!
  • Lizzie: [singing] They treat you like a baby, like you're so small you'll break, and then they scream and yell when you make.
  • All: [singing] One mistake. Yeah, yeah, yeah. All their rules are more than any girl can take.
  • Both: [singing] Oh... Oh, dads!
  • Cera: [singing] Big dads, small dads, I guess it goes for all dads. They drive you crazy every single day.
  • All: [singing] So crazy!
  • Lizzie: [singing] Fat dads, skinny dads, even little mini dads.
  • Both: [singing] But you gotta love 'em.
  • All: [singing] Anyway...
  • Both: [singing] You know its 'cause they love you, they only want what's best, the way they fuss and worry could make a girl depressed.
  • Lizzie: [singing] You wanna tell them, "Dad, please."
  • Cera: [singing] "Give it a rest!"
  • Both: [singing] Oh. Hey, dad!
  • All: [singing] Hey, dad!
  • Cera: [singing] Ya make me wanna holler.
  • Lizzie: [singing] Ya make me wanna shout.
  • Both: [singing] Find somebody else that you can worry about!
  • All: [singing] Please, please, please. Oh.
  • All: [singing] Please!
  • Both: [singing] Don't be such a...
  • All: [singing] Dad. Please, dad. Don't be such a dad.
  • Both: [singing] Please dad...
  • All: [singing] Please, please, please. Dad.
  • Lizzie: [kicks a rock] I know my dad wants the best for me, but sometimes they think he worries about me too much. I wish he had someone else to worry about. Or maybe someone to help him worry about me. You know what I mean? Somome like... Well...
  • Cera: Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.
  • [they both walk away, then they both climb up]
  • Ducky: Spike, go! [pushes Spike and Petrie]
  • [Cera climbs out of the cave, then Spike climbs up]
  • Littlefoot: See you guys tonight.
  • Ducky: We will bring lots to eat. [repeated line, climbing up] Yep, yep, yep.
  • [Littlefoot climbs up]
  • Petrie: If Spike no eat it. [flies out of the hole]
  • [Big Daddy walks to Lizzie]
  • Cera: Don't worry. Your secret's safe with you. [winks]
  • Lizzie: Bye, Cera. Don't worry so much, Daddy. We can trust them. Especially Cera.
  • Big Daddy: I hope you're right, Lizzie. But there's one thing you've got to remeber about the big ones. Just because they're bigger, they think that makes them more important. And sometimes they forget about the little details. Like us.
  • [Littlefoot walks to Grandma and Grandpa, sleeping, then Littlefoot sleeps]
  • Grandma: Wake up, Littlefoot. The great circle is already rising in the sky.
  • [they get up, then Littlefoot yawns]
  • Littlefoot: Oh, gosh, so soon?
  • [they both walk down, then they all run]
  • Ducky's Mom: Are you two sure you feel okay this morning?
  • Ducky: Uh... We are fine. Just... Fine. [repeated line] Yep... Yep... Yep.
  • [Spike sleeps, then laying on Ducky, then Petrie yawns, then shaking his head, then flying away]
  • Petrie's Mom: Be careful, Petrie.
  • [flies away, then hearing Spike sleeping, then hitting the tree, sliding down, with Cera walking by, sleeping, then sleeping on the tree, then Tria appears]
  • Tria: Cera? Are you okay, honey? You look beat.
  • Cera: I'm fine. [walks away by Tria, sighing, then looking at Tria]
  • Tria: Look, Cera, I have tried every way I know to be nice to you but you've shrugged me off. Fine, I'm a big girl, I can take it. But I like your dad. I always did and he likes me. And I think we're good for each other, and I could be good for you, too, if you'd let me. I could be someone who'd help your dad worry about you, you know? I was hoping we could be friends, but I guess that's up to you. [walks away by Cera]
  • Cera: Tria, wait! Maybe we could give it a try... Being friends.
  • [cut to Skitter, sleeping, stretching, getting up, looking at Lizzie, then walking up]
  • Lizzie: [to Skitter] You think they'll come back tonight?
  • Skitter: Sure. Littlefoot said they would. Don't you trust him?
  • Lizzie: Mm-hmm.
  • [they both look at the light, then they all walk]
  • Petrie: Hey, guys, wait up! [laughing, landing on the ground] Tonight, me tickle Rocky. See how he likes it.
  • [they all walk]
  • Littlefoot: First we have to find the best tree stars to take them.
  • Cera's Dad: Where do you kids think you're going this time of night?
  • Cera: I don't know, Daddy. Where do you think you're going?
  • Cera's Dad: [stammering] Who, me? Well, honey, I'm... I'm... I'm just, uh... I'm on guard duty, that's what! Too big a job to leave anybody else, what with all the tree stars disappearing around here. You kids get back to bed. It's not safe for you to be wandering around with all those tiny longnecks on the loose.
  • Cera: Oh, Daddy, they wouldn't hurt anybody.
  • Cera's Dad: How do you know?
  • Cera: Oh, I mean, well, why would they? We're so much bigger than they are.
  • Cera's Dad: It's the little ones you have to worry about. Now, shoo!
  • [they all gasp]
  • Cera's Dad: Skedaddle. Back home, all of you. Don't let me catch you out this late again. Now, move!
  • [they all scream, then they all run, then shaking his head, then looking at the stars, then cut to Lizzie, sighing, looking around, walking up top, then Skitter walks, gasping, looking at Lizzie, taking a branch]
  • Skitter: Lizzie, where are you going? Lizzie! This is bad, this is really bad! [runs to a branch, then swinging out]
  • Big Daddy: [looks at the branch] Hmm. [walks away]
  • Cera's Dad: [walks away, then the branches rustle] Halt. Who goes there?
  • Tria: [walks by Cera's Dad, laughing] Shh, it's just me, Topsy.
  • Cera's Dad: Well, Tria! Now, I'm going to tell you what I told Cera. It's not safe for you to be out here with all these little creatures wandering around.
  • Tria: Oh, come on, Topsy, loose up. Live a little. Amdit it, you're glad to see me.
  • Cera's Dad: Well, I... Of course I'm glad, but, uh... But I'm on duty.
  • Tria: [sighs, walking away] Oh, well. You can't blame a girl for trying. Walk me back?
  • Cera's Dad: Oh, okay.
  • [they both walk away]
  • Cera's Dad: No, I can't do it! It's my job to stay here and look for those little...
  • [Lizzie appears, gasping, then they blink]
  • Tria: Oh, it's so cute!
  • 'Skitter: [runs away, then tripping on a branch] Lizzie! [knocks Lizzie] Oh!
  • Cera's Dad: You little... I'll teach you! You tree-sweet stealers! Come back here!
  • Tria: Topsy, leave them alone!
  • [they both run to get Skitter and Lizzie, running away, then going in the cave, then putting in the hole, trying to get out, gouging]
  • Tria: [to Cera's Dad] Did they get away?
  • Cera's Dad: For now! [shakes the dirt off]
  • Tria: Good!
  • Cera's Dad: But we know where to find them.
  • [the dinosaurs chatter]
  • Cera's Dad: And though I gave chase, the vicious little vermin narrowly escaped, but I found their lair!
  • [they all cheer]
  • Cera's Dad: Now we can return to their hideout and rid the Great Valley of this scourge FOREVER!
  • [they all cheer]
  • Littlefoot: Oh, no!
  • Tria: No, they're not like he said!
  • Cera's Dad: What?!
  • Tria: Sure they're little, but they're cute! And frightened! We should just... Leave them alone!
  • Cera's Dad: If you don't know what you're talking about, you shouldn't talk at all.
  • Tria: What?
  • Clubtail: I say we go to their hideout and seal it up with rocks!
  • [they all cheer]
  • Grandpa: Everyone, please, we should talk this over. Please, listen to me!
  • [they continue shouting]
  • Littlefoot: Grandpa, we've got to stop them.
  • Grandpa: Yes, yes, Littlefoot, but, how?
  • Littlefoot: I know how. [runs at the dinosaurs, shouting]
  • Dinosaur: There is it, right there. That's the place.
  • [Petrie's Mom points to a hole, then gasping]
  • Clubtail: Push! Push!
  • [they continue pushing a rock]
  • Clubtail: Come on, keep pushing. Keep pushing.
  • Littlefoot: Please, listen to me. Everyone, please!
  • [they all yell and cheer, then looking at the rock, then they continue pushing, then running away, then Littlefoot walks up by Cera's Dad and Clubtail, pushing a rock]
  • Littlefoot: Stop, please! You're making a big mistake! I'M the one who took all the tree-sweets off the tree-sweet tree.
  • Cera's Dad: Huh? What? What are you talking about?
  • Tria: What'd he say?
  • Male: What is he saying?
  • Littlefoot: [gulps] I didn't mean to. The tiny longnecks ate the tree-sweets. But they wouldn't have if I hadn't knocked them all off the tree. I was gonna tell the truth. But when I saw how mad everybody was, I got scared. So I blamed everything on the tiny longnecks.
  • [they all gasp]
  • Big Daddy: Do you still trust the big ones now?
  • Littlefoot: Anyway, I know now that they're nice. They're really nice. And I... [sighs] I'm sorry.
  • [they all mumble]
  • Grandpa: [sighs] Ah, well, I suggest we all just go home and leave these little creatures in peace.
  • [they all agree]
  • Petrie's Mom: Yeah.
  • Cera's Dad: Come on, let's go.
  • [they all walk away, then Littlefoot walks away, then Cera's Dad walks, then they walk away, then Cera's Dad walks away, with Littlefoot walking down, then looking at Cera, Spike, Ducky, and Petrie, then they all walk away, then looking at Grandpa]
  • Grandpa: Well, come, little one. Time for sleep.
  • [they both walk down, looking at Grandma, then hearing a rock rumbling, breaking the cliff, then the rocks fall down]
  • Grandma: [gasping] Oh, no!
  • [the Tinysauruses scream, then they run away]
  • Grandma: Oh, the poor little things!
  • Grandpa: I'm sorry, Littlefoot.
  • [Littlefoot sniffs, then walking to Grandma, then they all sleep, getting up, then walking away, then "If Only" begins]
  • Littlefoot: [singing] If only I could start all over, and take things back somehow, I wouldn't have lied or tried to hide. If I knew then what I know now. If I did something wrong, I'd own up even if I was afraid. Now my friends are sad 'cause of the mess I made.
  • Grandpa: [singing] Strange, how little things like lies keep growing taller until oje day, you lose your way and troubles get bigger while you get smaller.
  • Littlefoot: [singing] If I could get it right the first time, I'd never have to make mistakes.
  • Grandpa: [singing] But then you'd never grow, and never know the courage living takes, if only you remember to think your heart why then, you'll never have to say "If only".
  • Littlefoot: [singing] I'll never have to say "If only".
  • All: [singing] You'll. I'll never have to say "If only" again.
  • Littlefoot: [singing] If only.
  • [cut to the Tinysauruses, walking out]
  • Skitter: I don't recognize this tunnel at all.
  • Big Daddy: Hmm, it must have just been created by the big rockfalls that closed our way out.
  • [they both look around]
  • Dusty: Which way...
  • Rocky: Do we go?
  • Big Daddy: [looks around] This way! [walks away]
  • Lizzie: But this will take away from Cera and the others.
  • Big Daddy: [sighs] That's the whole idea. [walks away]
  • [they all walk down, then cut back to Littlefoot, walking to Spike, Ducky, and Petrie, clearing throat]
  • Littlefoot: Hi, guys.
  • [they all look at Littlefoot]
  • Littlefoot: Are you really that mad at me?
  • [they all nod]
  • Littlefoot: Well, why? I mean, I can understand the grown-ups and the tiny longnecks. But why are you guys mad?
  • Ducky: I do not know if I can sit all like I hear it in my head.
  • Petrie: Me, neither. Me mad, but hard to tell why.
  • [Spike nods]
  • Ducky: I will try if you want.
  • Petrie: Me, too.
  • Littlefoot: Well, okay, go ahead, I guess.
  • Ducky: You messed up the tree-sweets tree, so I did not get any tree-sweets, and neither did anybody else.
  • Spike: [nods] Uh-huh.
  • Petrie: You make friends with tiny ones, but you make everybody mad at them, so they unhappy now, too. So why you make friends with them in the firstest place?
  • Spike: [nods again] Uh-huh.
  • Ducky: You made the grown-ups so mad that they knocked rocks down on the tiny little longnecks. So they are now covered up with rocks, and I do not think that is fair, either.
  • Petrie: [grumbling] Plus Spike eated all the bestest tree stars me found this morning.
  • Spike: [nods] Uh-huh.
  • Littlefoot: I didn't do that. Spike did.
  • Spike: Huh?
  • Petrie: In that case, me done.
  • Ducky: I am done, too.
  • Spike: Uh-huh.
  • Littlefoot: For folks who didn't think they could explain how they felt, you did a pretty good job. So is that it? You guys won't even talk to me?
  • Petrie: You hear somebody? Me no hear nobody.
  • Ducky: I do not hear nobody either.
  • Littlefoot: Fine! [walks away by Ducky, Petrie, and Spike]
  • [cut to Cera, walking by Tria, eating grass]
  • Cera: Tria.
  • Tria: Oh, hi, Cera.
  • Cera: You're not mad at me, are you? I mean about the tiny longnecks. I think my dad is.
  • Tria: Oh, honey, no. I think it's sweet that you made friends with them. They're cute. It's your father I'm mad at.
  • Cera: 'Cause he yelled at you in front of everybody?
  • Tria: Well, that. But mainly I just got tired of him being so mean to the tiny ones. He didn't used to be so mean. [sighs] Hmm. He always was handsome, thought. [eats the grass]
  • Cera: You know what I think? I think he did it for you.
  • Tria: Hmm. Come again.
  • Cera: He wanted to show you how much he likes you by giving you the first tree-sweet. And when the tiny longnecks ate them all, he couldn't. I think dad felt like they stole those tree-sweets from you. And that's why he doesn't like them. 'Cause of how much he likes you.
  • [cut back to the Tinysauruses, walking out, looking out, blowing the wind]
  • Big Daddy: Well, at least we won't have big ones chasing us all the time.
  • [the Sharpteeth appear, roaring]
  • Big Daddy: Of course, I could be wrong.
  • [they all scream]
  • Big Daddy: Run!!!!
  • [Big Daddy runs by Sharptooth, then they continue running away by Sharpteeth, screaming, then chomping, then they continue running away, screaming, trying to get the Tinysauruses, then they trap the hole, then looking at the rocks]
  • Big Daddy: In there!
  • [they all run inside, then the Sharpteeth walk away, then Big Daddy walks out, looking at the Sharpteeth walking away, roaring]
  • Skitter: But those Sharpteeth are heading the Great Valley.
  • Big Daddy: I know, that's why we're not.
  • Lizzie: But what about our friends?
  • Big Daddy: They are big enough to take care of themselves. Now, come on.
  • [cut back to Littlefoot, walking]
  • Littlefoot: [sighs] Who needs friends anyway? I'm big enough to take care of myself.
  • [the Sharpteeth growl, then they walk out, then cut to Spike, Ducky, and Petrie]
  • Petrie: Me no believe you talk to Littlefoot like that. You so mean!
  • Ducky: Oh, I am not meaner than you. [pointing] YOU are the one who made him the saddest. [repeated line] Yep, yep, yep.
  • Spike: [nods] Uh-huh, uh-huh.
  • Petrie: [crying] Me no want to make him sad. Me Littlefoot's bestest friend.
  • Ducky: [crying] Me, too. I am his bestest friend, too.
  • [they all cry]
  • Cera: [looks at Spike, Ducky, and Petrie, crying] Now THAT'S a disgusting sight.
  • Petrie: [continues crying] We chased Littlefoot off.
  • Cera: Well, don't just sit there crying about it. Make it better. Go find him and tell him you're sorry.
  • Petrie: [stops crying] How come YOU so smart all of a sudden about making things better?
  • Cera: I've just gotten some practice lately. Hey, there's Littlefoot now!
  • Ducky: Littlefoot?
  • Petrie: Hey, Littlefoot.
  • [they all run down, then the Sharpteeth appear, then they all scream, then running away, screaming, roaring]
  • Tria: [knocks the Sharptooth to the ground] Leave her alone, you big bully! Don't just stand there, run!
  • [they both run away, then they continue running by Sharpteeth, then Ducky runs away by the Sharptooth, screaming]
  • Littlefoot: [knocks the Sharptooth with a branch] Let's go, Ducky.
  • Ducky: I am so, so, so, so sorry for what I said. Really, really, so, so...
  • Littlefoot: Tell me about it later, okay?
  • [Ducky runs away by Sharptooth, laying on the ground, then sliding to the ground, then looking around, then chomping at Spike, then pecking at the Sharptooth, then chomping at Petrie]
  • Petrie: Ha-ha, he missed me. [knocks on the branch, falling down on Spike, then the Sharptooth roars at Spike, then laughing with Lizzie and Skitter]
  • Petrie: Lizzie! Skitter!
  • [they both run away by Sharptooth, screaming]
  • Tria: Over here. Over here. Run, kids, I can handle this guy. Maybe.
  • [the Sharptooth growls at Tria, then running]
  • Cera's Dad: Back off!
  • [the Sharptooth stops]
  • Cera's Dad: She's with me.
  • Tria: Oh, Topsy, I love it when you act all brave.
  • Cera: Daddy!
  • [Cera's Dad knocks the Sharptooth into the air, then they all cheer and laugh, then trying to get Lizzie and Skitter, then biting on the tail, running away, with Lizzie and Skitter]
  • Petrie: Lizzie! Skitter! You okay?
  • [they hear a Sharpteeth growl, then walking down]
  • Big Daddy: Hey, you! Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?
  • [the Tinysauruses appear]
  • Littlefoot: Wow, they came back. All of them.
  • Cera: I can't believe it.
  • [the Tinysauruses run at the Sharpteeth, attacking them, then they knock, then Big Daddy falls down, screaming, then running away]
  • Cera's Dad: Hang on, little ones, I'm coming. [runs down, then the Tinysauruses continue attacking] This way! Come this way!
  • [the Tinysauruses continue running away by Sharpteeth]
  • Cera's Dad: Stay behind me, kids.
  • [the Sharpteeth walk away, then looking at the Sharpteeth, then they all cheer, then they all walk down by Sharpteeth, then they run away by Littlefoot and Ducky, then they go back in the cave, then roaring, then going back in, then they push a rock, then sliding]
  • Grandpa: That should do it. Well, they won't come back that way.
  • Littlefoot: I still can't believe you came back to help us.
  • Skitter: Well, sure! You're our friends.
  • Cera's Dad: I'm, uh... Well, I'm sorry for all the trouble that I caused.
  • Big Daddy: Hey, you're a dad, that's what we do. But you also saved my daughter's life. And for that I'm grateful.
  • Tria: Way to go, Topsy. You're the big hero.
  • [they both hug, laughing]
  • Grandpa: I'm sorry we had to seal up that new tunnel. We don't want any sharp teeth getting back in.
  • Littlefoot: Great! That means you've got to stay.
  • [Ducky claps]
  • Big Daddy: Well, I guess if we gotta, you know, we gotta. Besides, who'd want to leave friends like you?
  • [they all chuckle]
  • Narrator: The next time the tree-sweets were in bloom, all of the dinosaurs gathered for nibbling day.
  • [Cera's Dad nods]
  • Littlefoot: [grabs a flower to Cera, Tria, and Lizzie] Did you see, Grandpa? I could reach. I'm bigger now.
  • Grandpa: Littlefoot, you grew bigger the day you stood up in front of everyone and admitted you were wrong. [grabs the flowers] Now that were all gathered, let's eat some tree-sweets, shall we? [giggling]
  • [Cera nods, then saking the tree, with flowers falling down, then running away with flowers falling down, then Spike eats the flower, then Ducky grabs the flower]
  • Littlefoot: [grabs a flower] Yeah!
  • [the Tinysauruses run at Littlefoot, then they all laugh]
  • [last lines]
  • Narrator: And every nibbling day, the dinosaurs of the Great Valley gathered to celebrate these small things of life which mattered so much.
  • Petrie: [in a black background, grabbing a flower] Got you! [chuckling, flying away]