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: Cera, it's you! What happened? Why are you so frightened? Cera
: Frightened? Me?
: Why are you so frightened? Littlefoot
: We're not frightened. Are we? Ducky
: Nope, nope. Cera
: Well, you should be. I was going back to the other three-horns, but I chose to come back to warn you... I met... the Sharp Tooth! Petrie
] Sharp Tooth!
[jumps onto Littlefoot frightened
: Come on, Cera. Sharp Tooth is dead. He fell down into the big underground. Cera
: [in a deeper tone
] And *that's*... where he met me! Ducky
: Oh. Dear brave Cera. Petrie
: Dear brave Cera. Cera
: Yes. I am brave. Littlefoot
] Sharp Tooth is dead! Cera
: My father told me that Flatheads have very small brains!
: A tree star. Littlefoot's mother
: It is very special. It will help you grow strong. Wherever you're going, there are so many of these leaves.
[Littlefoot plays with the tree star
] Littlefoot's mother
: Come on. Grandfather
: Ha, ha ha. Littlefoot's mother
: The Great Valley is filled with green food like this. More than you can ever eat, and more fresh cool water than you can ever drink. It is a wonderful beautiful place where we can live happily with many more of our own kind. Littlefoot
: Gee. When will we get there? Littlefoot's mother
: The bright circle must pass over us many times, and we must follow it each day to where it touches the ground.
: Dear, sweet, Littlefoot, do you remember the way to the Great Valley? Littlefoot
: I guess so. But why do I have to know if you're going to be with me? Littlefoot's mother
: I'll be with you. Even if you can't see me. Littlefoot
: What do you mean I can't see you? I can always see you.
: Cera, hello. Cera
: What do you want? Littlefoot
: Nothing. Where are you going? Cera
: I'm going to find my own kind. They're on the other side. Littlefoot
: I've looked all over here. You can't climb up the other side. Cera
: Maybe *you* can't!
: You want to go with me? Ducky
: YEAH! Oh... Oh, yes, yes, yes! I do! I do! Littlefoot
: Alright, come on. But you'll have to keep up. Ducky
: I will keep up. I will.
: Where are we going? Littlefoot
: To the Great Valley. I'm not gonna stop until I find my grandparents.
: [to Petrie on his head
] Are you just gonna stay up there? Petrie
: Yes! Littlefoot
: Well, you can't. You're tearing my tree star! Ducky
: It is very special. Very. His mother gave it to him. She did. Petrie
: Ooh. Mother present. Very important. Ooh, yes. I can save it. I'll let nobody touch it! Ducky
: Yeah, Petrie. You keep it safe. Yep, yep, yep. Littlefoot
: Nope, nope, nope. I'm not a carrier. Get off! You're a flyer, now start flying. Ducky
: Open your wings, Petrie! Open! Open! Petrie
: No! No! I can not do this! Littlefoot
: You can fly! Now open your skinny wings!
: It's Sharptooth. Littlefoot
: Let's get rid of him once and for all. Ducky
: What will we do? Littlefoot
: Look. We'll coax him to the deep end of the pond. He can't swim with those scrawny arms. Me and Spike will go up and push that big rock on top of his head, and then he'll fall off into the water. Petrie, you whistle when he's just at the right spot, where the water gets dark. Now we need some bait...
[everyone looks at Ducky suspiciously
: Meeee? Oh no. No, no, no. No, no, no, no.
: Have you ever seen the Great Valley? Littlefoot's Mother
: No. Littlefoot
: Well, how do you know it's really there? Littlefoot's Mother
: Some things you see with your eyes, others you see with your heart. Littlefoot
: I don't understand, Mother. Littlefoot's Mother
: You will, my son. You will.
: Mother, what's a long neck? Littlefoot's Mother
: Well, that's what we are, dear. Littlefoot
: Oh. Well, why can't I play with that three-horn? We were having fun. Littlefoot's Mother
: Well, we all keep to our own kinds. The three-horns, the spike-tails, the swimmers, the flyers... we never do anything together. Littlefoot
: Why? Littlefoot's Mother
: Well - because we're different. It's always been that way. Littlefoot
: Well, why? Littlefoot's Mother
] Oh, don't worry so much. When we reach the Great Valley, there'll be many, many long necks for you to play with. Littlefoot
] I wish we were there now. Littlefoot's Mother
: Well, it's a long way yet. Past the Great Rock that looks like a long leck, and pass the mountains that burn... still a long way, but we'll get there.
: You again? Go away! That's MY Hopper. Littlefoot
: I saw him first. Cera
: Well, he's in my pond.
: I'm going to the Great Valley. We could help each other. Cera
: A three-horn does not need help from a long neck.
[she tries to climb down the rock ledge herself, but she slips and falls backward into the ravine
: Well, at least we won't be alone. Cera
: Well, when I find my sisters, I won't BE alone! So go away. Three-horns can be *very* dangerous, and they only talk with other three-horns, and they only *travel* with other three-horns.
: The tree is talking! Littlefoot
: No it isn't. Ducky
: You should not eat talking trees. Nope, nope nope.
: I fly? Ducky
: No, you falled. Petrie
: I FALL? Ducky
: You cannot fly? But how did you get way up there? Petrie
: I climb. Littlefoot
: But you are a flyer, not a faller. Petrie
: Hard thing, to fly.
[imitates a shot down airplane
: I guess it is. We can't do it. Ducky
: Nope. We cannot do that alright.
[Littlefoot had just found the Great Valley
: The Great Valley. Cera! Spike! Ducky! Petrie! Over here!
[the others run in to join Littlefoot
: Littlefoot, you found it! Ducky
: Yep, yep, yep! Littlefoot
: We did it! We did it together!
: Hey. What's going on here?
: What's your problem? You're not hurt. Littlefoot
: It's not fair. She should have known better. That was a Sharptooth. It's all her fault. Rooter
: All whose fault? Littlefoot
: Mother's. Rooter
: Oh... I see. I see. Littlefoot
: I've never wandered so far from home! Rooter
: Oh, it's not your fault. It's not your mother's fault. Now, you pay attention to old Rooter. It is nobody's fault. The great circle of life has begun. But see, not all of us arrive together at the end. Littlefoot
: What'll I do? I miss her so much. Rooter
: And you'll always miss her. But she'll always be with you, as long as you remember the things she taught you. In a way, you'll never be apart, for you are still part of each other. Littlefoot
: My tummy hurts. Rooter
: Well - that, too, will go away with time, little fella. Only in time.
: Do you smell something? Petrie
: [Ducky's on his head
] I... I smell... I smell... I smell... hmm... Ducky. Ducky
: You smell me? Ha ha!
: Look at what they're doing. They're so greedy. What about me? I'm still hungry! Petrie
: YOU hungry? I'm empty all the way to the top! Now we're at the Great Valley and STILL GOT NO GREEN FOODS! We be hungry FOREVER! Oh... Littlefoot
: Aw Petrie, Cera's wrong. This isn't the Great Valley. Ducky
: It is not a Great ANYTHING. Nope, nope, nope.
: NOW do you believe me? Littlefoot
: I'm sorry. We're safe now. Cera
: Nobody's safe with *you*.
: You can't quit now. What if the Great Valley's just over the top of these rocks?
: This is the Great Valley? You're crazy! I'm leaving! Littlefoot
: Cera, we have to keep following the bright circle. Cera
: I'm taking the easy way. Littlefoot
: But it's the WRONG WAY! Cera
: Who says? Littlefoot
: My mother. Cera
: Then SHE was a stupid long neck too. Littlefoot
: Take that back! Cera
: Never! Littlefoot
: TAKE IT BACK! Cera
: Go on! Go the wrong way! We never wanted you with us anyway.
: Littlefoot... Littlefoot... Littlefoot
: Mother! Littlefoot's mother
] Littlefoot... Littlefoot
: Mother... I - I tried to do what you told me, but it's just too hard. I'll never find the Great Valley.
[Littlefoot tells about the bright light he saw last night
: It - it flew real low and it shined like the bright circle - only blue and it made a crackling sound, like, like fire in the trees. Brown spiketail
: Look here, nobody else saw this thing, how do you explain that? Littlefoot
: I - I don't know. I guess, everyone was asleep. You believe me, don't you grandpa? Grandpa
: Of course I believe in you Littlefoot - but er, erm... Littlefoot
: But what? Grandpa
: Perhaps the flying rock you saw only seemed different. Perhaps you were still a little sleepy. Or maybe it was something you saw in a dream - isn't that also possible? Littlefoot
: I - I guess so, only... Rainbow Face #1
: It's always like this, isn't it? Rainbow Face #2
: Yes, if people don't see things with their own eyes it doesn't exist - what limited thinking. Grandpa
: Oh I - er, beg your pardon? Rainbow Face #1
: As you should - I mean, what if the little longneck did see something extraordinary... Rainbow Face #2
: ...Miraculous. Cera's Dad
: Impossible! Rainbow Face #2
: Really? Have you really seen *all* there is to see? Are there no mysteries left for you? Cera's Dad
: Er, well erm, no!
: How come you not play? Littlefoot
] I'm still thinking about this morning. Except for grandma and grandpa, nobody believes me. Ducky
: We believe you - right Spike?
: Only um - Littlefoot, well, I can see the stone in the fire and the stone is cold. But - how can a stone which is cold be on fire? I do not understand - no, no, no. Littlefoot
: I know it doesn't make much sense - but, I saw what I saw.
: [asking if Cera believes in Littlefoot's stone of cold fire sighting
] Cera? Cera
: I don't know - I mean, maybe if I'd seen it myself. Littlefoot
: That's it! If we find that stone of cold fire then everyone can see it for themselves, that'd prove I was telling the truth!
: Were you splashing round in the bubbling mud again? Littlefoot
: No, we were just sitting talking in the tall trees. Grandpa
: Oh, that's perfect... Littlefoot
: Only - then we had a visitor. Grandpa
: Oh - and who was that? Littlefoot
: Petrie's, uncle Pterano. Grandma
: Oh my goodness! Here - in the Great Valley? Littlefoot
: And he was with some other fliers. I know he's Petrie's uncle but - there's something about him that - ooh, well, I just don't like him. Is that bad? Grandpa
: Littlefoot, you have good instincts and you should pay attention to them. Grandma
: Did Pterano tell you why he left the herd? Littlefoot
] Well - he said the other grown-ups - couldn't see very well. Grandpa
: What on earth! We could see just fine - as a matter of fact, we saw right through him!
: It just sounds like Pterano is up to his old tricks again. Littlefoot
: Er, what old tricks? Grandpa
: Oh - well let's just say that if we hadn't put a stop to Pterano, we might never had made it to the Great Valley. Littlefoot
: That's awful! Grandpa
: Yes, it was... Someday, when you're older, I'll tell you about it. Littlefoot
: Oh, why do I have to wait until... Grandma
: In the meantime, remember, Pterano considers he knows everything, even when he knows nothing. Grandpa
: So be careful, will you? Littlefoot
: OK, I promise.
: [talking about the stone of cold fire
] Well, me just thinking... Sure wish me see it too.
: Where'd you say it land again? Littlefoot
: Well, it - went over the top of threehorn peak, but kind of off to the side. Oh, what's it matter, we can't go there anyway. Ducky
: Why did you ask Petrie? Petrie
[laughing again and lying
: Oh no reason. Just er - want to know. Cera
: Ha! It's more like your *uncle* wants to know, right Petrie? Petrie
] Yes, no - well, maybe him too - but honest, me...
[Falls down hill
: [Petrie has just tumbled down a hill and crashed into hard pinecones
] Petrie, are you OK? Cera
: No, he's not OK, because it's not OK to tell a lie! Littlefoot
: I'm sorry Petrie, but my grandparents told me to be careful around your uncle. Sometimes he uses his words to fool you. Petrie
: No, you wrong! He not do that! Cera
: I think Pterano is trouble and so are those other fliers he was with. My dad says you can tell a lot about somebody by the quality of his friends. Petrie
: Oh yeah? Well - well then - me in trouble, 'cause my friends act like stinkbugs!
[Flies away weeping
: Petrie, do not go - no, no, no! Cera
: Agh, who cares? Maybe he should just go off with the rest of those stupid old fliers. Littlefoot
: That's, what worries me.
: Help! Let me down! Littlefoot
: [Waking up and gasping
] Ducky! Ducky
: I am not a flier!
[Petrie sees Pterano, Rhinkus and Sierra fly in the sky and hear Ducky call for help
: Where she going? Littlefoot
: Wherever your uncle and the other fliers are taking her.
[Petrie gasps and then flies down angrily
: You wrong! Pterano never do-. Petrie's mum
: No Petrie. It's true, it is Pterano! Petrie
: Oh no!
: I told them where the flying rock is, why won't they go? Petrie
: Oh, it's all my fault. Cera
: You can say that again! Petrie
: Why? If I say it again it only make me feel worser! Cera
: That's the basic idea.
: Well, at least we're all here. I mean - except for, Ducky.
: Oh, poor Ducky. Petrie
: Oh, poor Ducky. Ducky
: Oh, poor me. Petrie
: Ducky? Littlefoot and Cera
: Ducky? Littlefoot
: You're ok! Ducky
: Ooh - yes, yes I am!
: Can we go home now? Littlefoot
: No Cera, what about the flyers? And that stone of cold fire? Cera
: Oh that's just some dumb old rock. We have Ducky back, everything is fine. Ducky
: Cera, what if the stone of cold fire really is magic? Then it would be bad if the flyers got it, it would, it would. Spike
: Aha, aha. Cera
: Oh all right - fine! But I still don't know how we're suppossed to catch up with them. Ducky
: Do not worry Cera.
[When Pterano sees Littlefoot
: Him my good friend. Cera, Ducky and Spike too. Pterano
: Yes, yes. But, this is the one who claims he saw a stone of cold fire. Littlefoot
: I guess you don't believe me either. Pterano
: Oh no dear child, I believe you completely. I know how stubborn the other grown-ups can be - that's why I had to leave the herd you know, they simply had *no* vision!
: The only way to convince yourself and everyone else, is, as you say, to go and find that stone. Littlefoot
] Er... I wasn't serious - I was just - thinking out loud.
[When Cera, Littlefoot, Petrie and Spike come up to the edge of a cliff
: Oh great, we'll never catch those beakheads. It'll take us all day to climb down this side and up the other one. Littlefoot
: Maybe we won't have to, look!
[They see some vines that look like bridges
: Those vines look strong enough. I'll bet we could use them to walk across. Cera
: Oh no, not this threehorn! Petrie
: Cera scardeyegg, Cera-. Cera
: Hey! I'm not a scardeyegg. But every time we sneak off and leave the great valley, we have to get across some giant ditch or pointy rocks or something. Littlefoot
: Yeah? Cera
: And somehow, the only way to do it is to use some tippy bouldor or rotten old log. Spike
: Aha? Cera
: And I always end up at the back of the line, falling off or getting chased by a sharptooth! Petrie
: She do have a point. Littlefoot
: So, what are you gonna do about it? Cera
: Well, erm - this time, I'm gonna be the one who goes first. So if there's trouble, I won't be behind screaming my head off, no! This time, I'm gonna be safe. Littlefoot
: Well, ok.
: We can't wait any longer, we have to save Ducky ourselves. Cera
: Aren't you forgetting? The grown-ups said those smoking mountains are off-limits! Petrie
: Yeah, they be real mad if we gone. Littlefoot
: By the time they've stopped arguing - we could be back again! They wouldn't even notice! Cera
: Well even if you *could* catch up to those fliers, then what will you do? Littlefoot
: I - I don't know. But Grandpa told me to trust my instincts. And my instincts say we gotta do something!
: [as everyone's hiding under a rock from the sharp tooth
] I don't think he can reach us. Ducky
: [the sharp tooth lifts the rock
] I do not agree.
: [as Petrie is covering his eyes
] Petrie, what are you doing up there? Petrie
: Me try to stay as far away from big water as me can.
: At least we're safe from the swimming sharp tooth. Cera
: Yeah, I'd much rather be eaten by the one that walks.
: So, you like it here? Chomper
: It's okay. There's not much food. Cera
: Till now!
: What did she tell you? Chomper
: She told me not to play with my food.
: Ducky? Where'd she go? Cera
: [to Chomper
] You didn't have a mid-morning snack when we weren't watching, did you?
: So I was swimming along minding my own business when I saw this long neck on the beach. Littlefoot
: That's my grandpa. Elsie
: Is he now? So that's where you get your good looks!
: Let's play! Let's play! Littlefoot
: Not it! Ducky
: Not it! Cera
: Well, I'm not it. Petrie
: Me not it either. Ducky
: Spike's it!
: That wasn't any fun at all. Ducky
: Yep, yep. No fun at all. Petrie
: Boring. Littlefoot
: So what do you want to do now? Spike
: [very pathetically
] I don't know. Ducky
: I know! I know! We can go to the Sheltering Grass... and play Sharp Tooth Attack!
[Ducky immitates Sharp Tooth as the others laugh
: No way! Not if I have to be the Sharp Tooth again! Petrie
: Hey! Why not Spike be Sharp Tooth?
[Ducky falls into a pit screaming
: Ducky! Cera
: It's all right. I got her. Ducky
: You mean I got you!
: He bit me! Chomper bit me! Littlefoot
: It's okay, Cera. I'm sure Chomper didn't mean it.
[Cera indicates Chomper
: You call THIS not meaning it?
: Psst! Littlefoot. Littlefoot, wake up. Littlefoot
: Huh? Cera? Where are you? Cera
: Here. Littlefoot
: Where? Cera
: Here. Littlefoot
: What are you doing here? Cera
: Shh! Quiet. Littlefoot
: What's the matter? Cera
: I can't sleep. It's important. We gotta talk. Littlefoot
: Now? Cera
: Shh! Yes, now. Scared of the dark? Littlefoot
: I'm not scared. Cera
: Then, come on. Let's get the others.
: I think I know who Doc is! Cera
: What's to know? He's a squinty-eyed old Longneck with no friends. Petrie
: Me could have tell you that!
: Who needs them? A lone dinosaur doesn't need anyone! Gee, I wonder if all the other lone dinosaurs talked out loud to themselves like this?
: Guys! You came for me! Cera
: Don't we always?
: You talkin' to *me*? *You* talkin' to me? Who are you talkin' to? You sure you feel up to it, friend?
: I'm going to take the Yellow Bellies to Berry Valley. Cera
: Oh, come on! Littlefoot
: Well, you met their group. Do YOU see any wise one? Cera
: Not really... Littlefoot
: Me neither. We already had to save them from sharpteeth once. I just don't think they stand a chance... I'm going with them.
: Do you have any idea where you're going? Littlefoot
: Sort of... see, I've never heard of Berry Valley before, so it's gonna be some place I've never been, right? Cera
: Yeah... Littlefoot
: So I'm going directions I've never gone before. I'm bound to hit it sooner or later. Make sense? Cera
: Maybe to some folk. Loofah
: Makes sense to me! Littlefoot
: Is that good or bad? Cera
: Do you have to ask?
: So how did I do it? Loofah
: Do what? Littlefoot
: Find the water. Loofah
: Same way you'll find Berry Valley. Same way we do just about everything. We just... feel it. Littlefoot
: But it doesn't make sense. If you just feel it, then you never think about it... so... how can you be sure you're following the wisdoms? Loofah
: Now you're thinking like a longneck again.
: There they are and look what they found for us. Mutt
] Yeah. Nod
] Yeah! Mutt
: What is it? Hyp
: Hi-yah, hatchlings! Say, "Bye bye, water"! Ducky
: Why? Is it going somewhere? Hyp
: No, but YOU are! Nod
: This is our water now. Mutt
: So give it back! Petrie
: Give back? But it already in my tummy. Ducky
: But do you not want to share? Hyp
: We don't share with anybody, do we? Mutt
: Uh, no. Nuh-uh! Nod
: Nobody. Hyp
: So I'm warning you, small fries, if you tell anybody else about this water, you'll be very, very, sorry! Littlefoot
: We're telling and you better not try and stop us.
: If you struggle more, you'll only sink faster!
: And they swarmed all over the tree just like a bunch of little creepy-crawlers. Only a lot bigger and... Cera
: Okay, okay. Nobody really cares. Littlefoot
: Hey, who is that with your dad, anyway? They sure looked friendly.
[Cera looks furious
: Have you known her long? Hey, you think maybe he likes her?
[Cera grows more furious
: Is she gonna be your new mom?
[Cera strikes out at Littlefoot with rage
: No! Are you crazy? No, no, NO!
[Cera chases Littlefoot, who hides behind a log, and hits a bush, scattering all the leaves, and pants with intense anger
: Sorry! I was only asking. Cera
: Well, don't ever ask again! Hmm! Littlefoot
: Well, okay, sure. You wanna look for tiny Longnecks now? Cera
: Probably a waste of time, anyway. How can you find something that little in a valley this big?
: They call me Littlefoot. Skitter
: You've gotta be kidding me!
: How could things get any worse?
[in a driving, loud blizzard in the next slide
: You *had* to ask, didn't you?
: I like the way ground sparkles. Don't you, grandpa? Grandpa Longneck
: Yes, Littlefoot. I do.
: I can't leave you here, Grandpa. Grandpa
: Don't worry, Littlefoot. The old one is wise. Littlefoot
: I don't think she's very smart!
: What are you guys doing here? Ducky
: Running away!