Rayman Legends Adventures in The Land Before Time 1/Script

A Lucas/Spielberg presentation

A Don Bluth film

The Land Before Time

In the dark of a deep, underwater environment, small bubbles slowly floated their road to the surface. Amongst these bubbles was a strange lizard-like fashion with some strange fins on its body. Floating silently through the water, he had his eyes on a tiny shrimp a few feet away. He suddenly skimmed through the water toward his prey, but missed. As he chased the shrimp around, large amounts of bubbles floated to the surface. The predator and prey, however, were oblivious. After a brief chase, the lizard eventually caught the shrimp. Unfortunately, he himself was being watched by something else. Suddenly lashing out from its hiding place, a large predatory fish violently chomped its jaws, trying to get the lizard, only to fail as the lizard swam off, joining a few other strange and bizarre life forms. These creatures were among many odd organisms of this world, but above water, above the groups of turtles and other marine lives swimming by, another group of animals was reigning supreme.

Once upon this same Earth, underneath the same summer, were animals that had long been a fascinating group of creatures roaming across the lands. Long before mankind, before the ape and the elephant as well, before the wolf, the bison, the whale, before the mammoth and the Mastodon, it was the time of the dinosaurs. For millions of years, dinosaurs roamed the Earth as the mightiest creatures of all time. Coming in all shapes and sizes, the dinosaurs often consisted of two kinds; some had flat teeth and ate the leaves of the trees, while others had sharp teeth for eating meat and they preyed on the leaf eaters. It was a sinister landscape, with predator and prey fighting for survival against one another. This was a serious drama that had carried on throughout the dinosaurs' reign.

Then it happened as the leaves began to die. A drought had begun to plague the landscapes, putting countless species of dinosaurs under environmental stress. Alongside the deadly volcanoes and earthquakes was a time of plant material depleting at a bad rate. The mighty beasts who appeared to rule the Earth were ruled, in truth, by the leaf. Desperate for food, some of the dinosaurs stuck out toward the west, searching for the Great Valley, a land yet lush and green. Knowing that land could help them in this harsh time, they migrated their road across the ecosystem, for this could save their lives. This was a journey toward life.

But like any great migration, it was a march of many dangers. Predators stalked the herds, waiting to seize any who strayed. The leaf eaters, while desperate for sanctuary, stopped only to look for food and water, but also to hatch their young. This was evident in a small lagoon area, where a family of duck-billed Saurolophus were temporarily settled. While some of the adults foraged for food, a mother was tending to her nest of eggs. But as she stood her vigil, one egg started shaking around. Some cracks started appearing around the egg before two feet burst out at the bottom. While some of the other eggs started shaking, showing signs they were hatching as well, this egg kept shaking before a head and a tail burst out. A new Saurolophus hatchling was here. As she came out of her eggshell, a small moth flew nearby, catching her attention. She leaned towards it as it flew off, gently rolling out of her nest while doing so. She reached out for the moth, incidentally tumbling onto her side. The moth flew off as the hatchling, determined to follow, managed to get to her feet and jumped after it. After following it through a log, she broke out of her eggshell, landing near a small species of mammal, a Cimolestes. Alarmed, the mammal fled the scene as the hatchling, yet curious about her surroundings, looked around. However, a giant tortoise was nearby and the hatchling, oblivious to the danger, peeked inside the reptile's jaw. Luckily for her, her mother appeared and she caught the baby by the tail, pulling her off from the reptile's snapping jaw. "Momma," said the baby.

The mother, relieved to have saved her baby in time, calmly walked back to the nest. Here the other eggs had hatched, revealing a nest full of active, happy babies. She delivered her wandering baby to the safety of the nest, where she came to meet her siblings. The mother settled down next to the nest and cuddled with her newly born children. A happy dinosaur family was beginning to form.

In another area, another dinosaur family was coming together. A pair of Triceratops was watching their clutch of hatchlings run around. By now, most of them were out of their eggs, except for one. One hatchling was chasing her sisters, but only her feet and legs were out of the shell. She chased after her siblings, bumping into her father's leg before running around him and bumping into one of the other hatchlings. Standing her ground, ready for another charge, she ran straight into her mother's snout. This didn't hurt her, and it left the eggshell around her with numerous cracks. She kicked up her legs and charged again, smashing into the mother again, and this time breaking the egg shell off. This revealed another baby Triceratops. The father approached the hatchling and looked upon her with the mother. The baby looked at her parents and frowned, as if she was attempting to show that she was born without fear. She headbutted her mother's snout and then her father's, as if she was testing out her strength, though this made her head feel a little sore. Suddenly, lightning flashed in the heavens and thunder clapped, frightening the youngster into hiding under her mother. The mother consoled her and her sisters as rain started to fall, beginning a thunderstorm.

But under the rain and flashing lightning, another hatchling was about to go underway; only this occasion was going to be a very special one for the family involved. Nestled in a swampy area, feasting on whatever plant life they could find, was a family of Apatosaurus. As they looked around for food, a nest lay where it was once the center of many eggs hatching. However, most of the eggs were broken and cracked, except for one, which hadn't hatched yet. Lightning flashed in the heavens as it started shaking around, showing signs that it was going to hatch. Unfortunately, even hatching could be dangerous, for predators would often attempt to steal an egg. And for this egg, it was being watched by sinister eyes. After a moment of gazing upon his prey, a Struthiomimus jumped out of the shadows and caught the egg. But as soon as the thief caught it, he was whacked off by the mother Apatosaurus. This sent the Struthiomimus on its back, but the egg was sent rolling off, down a dinosaur skeleton and alarming some smaller creatures nearby before entering a thorn bush. After rolling through the bush, it fell into a river and briefly floated down it before falling down a falls and onto the ground again. It stopped rolling in a small spot, alarming a few lizards. Despite the frightened roll, the hatchling inside was yet alive and it started breaking its road out of the shell. This baby was the Apatosaurus herds' only one; their last hope for the future. Starting with his tail, he kicked his road out of the shell before he was all the road out. The adult Apatosaurs watched as their hatchling sat on his bottom, grinning through. They were happy to have him come out of his egg, and they called him....Littlefoot.

"Here I am," a calm, maternal voice spoke from above.

The baby Apatosaurus, Littlefoot, looked upwards and saw three large figures standing above him. Two of them watched in happiness as the third one in the middle lowered her head and grinned at the baby. Uncertain of this creature, Littlefoot tried crawling off, but the large sauropod started licking the baby, nurturing him and licking off the remaining pieces of eggshell on his body. Littlefoot's fears started fading off as he began to enjoy this little bath. He looked at the kindly figure taking such good care of him, and could see that this was his mother. The two grinned at each other before the mother started nuzzling with him. Littlefoot held onto her snout as smaller creatures, from lizards, to small dinosaurs and pterosaurs and other various animals started to gather. Littlefoot noticed them close in and became hesitant, but the mother grinned through, sensing no threat. Despite this, Littlefoot tried running to hide for shelter, tripping in the process before getting back up and hiding behind his mother's leg. "Don't be afraid," assured the kind mother, "get out."

Littlefoot peeked out from behind the mother's foot and saw that these creatures, some of which looked intimidating at first, were actually harmless and didn't want to hurt him at all. They grinned at the baby, happy that he hatched into this world, before slowly approaching him again. Littlefoot lay on his mother's foot and stretched himself around while yawning, getting tired. But he spotted the sweet animals looking at him and got hesitant again. He tried running from them, but swiftly tripped and landed on his bottom. The mother chuckled before taking the baby with her mouth and taking him into the air as the two other sauropods came closer to get a better look at the hatchling. All that remained of Littlefoot's herd was his mother, grandmother and his grandfather. He knew them by sight, by scent and by their love, and based on how loving they were towards him, he knew they would be together, always. He was placed on his mother's back and he slid toward the base of her neck. "Now…be careful, Littlefoot," said the mother as she looked upon her son.

Littlefoot, tired and ready to fall asleep, let out a big yawn as the grandparents gathered to look upon their grandson, all with happy faces and pride. They were very proud that he had been welcomed into their family. Littlefoot settled onto the mother's back and drifted off into sleep. "Magnificent Littlefoot," said the happy mother.

Afternoon light on the drought and high above a dying forest, the Apatosaurus continued its trek before meeting with two other Apatosaurs and a youngster. This was Littlefoot and his family. By now, Littlefoot had grown into a healthy young child, being able to walk and speak just like his mother and grandparents. They were looking up into the trees, trying to find food. "Mother," asked Littlefoot as the grandfather gave him a dry leaf from a tree, "is that all there is to eat?"

"Oh…I'm sorry, my darling," replied the mother as she looked at the trees, "the Earth has changed......that's why we have to walk as far as possible every day…until we were reaching the Great Valley."

Littlefoot, who was trying to chew on some dry sticks, only to fight and hurt his cheeks. Suddenly, his mother called to him, getting his attention. "Littlefoot," she said, "run, come here."

Littlefoot approached his mother, who was looking up at something in the trees. "Look, up there," she said.

Littlefoot looked up and saw something in the trees. It was a small, green leaf that was shaped like a star, and it had small drops of water falling off of it. This was a fresh leaf and it looked good enough for the dinosaurs to eat. "A tree star," said the mother, "it's very special."

The mother gently picked the tree star off the tree and lowered it to the ground. Water collected in the top center as she let go of it and allowed it to float down to her emotional son. "A tree star," said Littlefoot, amazed, before cuddling and playing with it.

"It's very special," said the mother as Littlefoot kept playing with the leaf, "it'll help you get stronger. Wherever you go, there are so many of these leaves."

Littlefoot, barely paying attention to his mother, kicked the tree star up before it covered up his head. After sniffing the leaf, he looked at it and licked it, fascinated with it. "Come," said the mother.

The two grandparents, having watched their grandson play with the tree star, chuckled together, amused by his antics. Back with the dinosaurs, they continued their journey through the forest as the mother explained to Littlefoot where and why they were going. Littlefoot carried the tree star on his back as he followed his mother. "The Great Valley....is filled with green food like this, more than you could ever eat…and more fresh, cool water than you could ever drink," she said, "this is a beautiful place, where we could live happily with more of our kind."

"Sheesh," replied Littlefoot, intrigued, "where are we going to get there?"

"The light circle must pass us several times," said the mother as they walked towards the setting sun, "and we must follow it every day until it hits the ground."

The family carried onward, heading towards the west, but there was something more about this Great Valley that left Littlefoot wanting to know more. "Have you ever seen the Great Valley," asked Littlefoot as his mother stopped.

Slowly taking in his son's question, she moved her neck back to meet up with him and see him eye-to-eye. "No," she softly replied.

"Well…how do you know it's really there," asked Littlefoot.

The mother grinned at her son before saying, "some facts you see with your eyes. Others…you see with your heart."

Littlefoot sighed, unable to understand what she was saying. "I don't understand, mum."

The mother chuckled before nuzzling with him. "You will, my son," she replied with assurance, "you will."

Deciding to start eating his tree star, Littlefoot breathed in and was ready to take a bite, but suddenly, he heard someone laughing nearby. Surprised, but curious, he walked towards the laughter. "Littlefoot, don't go too far," said the mother firmly.

Littlefoot peeked his head through some tall, dry plants and came to see some action going on nearby. Here, a family of Triceratops was doing their own fact, but what caught Littlefoot's attention was a baby Triceratops headbutting her father's snout, testing her strength. She looked like around Littlefoot's age and she seemed like a lot of fun. As the Triceratops focused on her father, she noticed a beetle land nearby and was ready to charge after it. Littlefoot grinned, hiding from a nearby bush, but remaining hidden. The young Triceratops charged after the beetle, smashing through every rock that was in her road. Eventually, the beetle stopped on one rock that didn't budge while smashed into. The young ceratopid shook her head before looking at the beetle. "Hey, you," called Littlefoot, getting emotional.

But the Triceratops wasn't paying attention. She was too focused on the beetle. Grinning from cheek to cheek, she licked her lips as she was about to make a move but suddenly, the beetle sprayed in her face before flying off. Surprised, but retaining her firm posture, she frowned in annoyance before hearing Littlefoot bursting into laughter. Shaking the liquid off her face, she turned to his laughter and said, "what are you laughing at?"

Littlefoot gasped upon hearing her. But before he could do anything else, the Triceratops picked up some dirt as she was ready to charge, not as an act of aggression, but one of play. Littlefoot jumped out of his patch of foliage and was ready to charge back. But before the two dinosaurs could meet head-on, the Triceratops adults noticed the activity and were shocked. But the father, having none of it, charged into the action himself with all his fury. He swiftly came in the road of Littlefoot and his offspring and growled. Here, they saw the huge Triceratops standing over her and Littlefoot, and instead of reacting with awe, they gasped, intimidated by the beast's bulk and frustrated expression. But the father was mostly focused on Littlefoot. "Littlefoot," called the mother.

"Come, Cera," said the Triceratops father to his child, "threehorns never play with longnecks."

Cera, the young Triceratops, stuck her tongue out at Littlefoot, mocking him. "Littlefoot," called the mother again.

The father, putting up with Littlefoot's presence any longer, growled at the terrified Apatosaur, causing him to back off. Littlefoot backed off further before being confronted by Cera one last time. "Threehorns never play with longnecks," she said before the two children were taken by their parents.

Littlefoot's mother and Cera's father, both gripping their children by their tails, silently frowned at each other, having nothing more to say, before going back to their herds. As he hung from his mother's mouth by his tail, Littlefoot became confused about something from that confrontation. "Longneck? Huh…" he muttered to himself before turning to his mother, "mother, what's a longneck?"

"Well, that's what we are, darling," replied the mother as Littlefoot was placed on her head.

"Oh," replied Littlefoot as his family set off again, "…well…why can't I play with that three-horn? We were having fun."

"Well…we all keep our own species," said the mother, "the threehorns, the woodpeckers, the swimmers, the flyers...we never do anything together."

"Why," asked Littlefoot.

"Well…because we're different," responded the mother, "it has always been so."

"Well, why?"

The mother chuckled over her son's questioning. "Oh, don't worry so much," she said as they headed into a misty part of the forest, "if we reach the Great Valley, there will be many, many longnecks that you can play with."

Littlefoot sighed, feeling a little lonely. "I wish we were there now."

"Well, the road is yet long. Past the big rock that looks like a longneck, in front of the burning mountains......it's yet a long road, but we'll get there," said the mother, knowing the long distance and dangers ahead, but assuring her son that they would make it.

Later that night, under the full moon, the herd was sleeping soundly with their bodies leaning and trees and rocks and their necks resting on each other. Littlefoot was sleeping on his mother's neck. A dragonfly flew above the sleeping family, but the frog, having perched himself on the grandmother's head, spotted the insect and jumped after it, catching it with his long tongue. He landed on the mother's head, alarming Littlefoot awake. After munching on the insect for a few seconds, he croaked at Littlefoot before jumping off. Despite his alarm, Littlefoot followed the amphibian. "Hey, Hopper, come back!"

Littlefoot jumped off his mother and started following the frog. He spotted the frog standing just inside a small cave. He looked at the frog before seeing the frog bounce off again. "Hey," he called.

Littlefoot came into the cave, ready to follow the amphibian again, but suddenly, someone appeared before Littlefoot and confronted him head-on. "YOU again?! GO AWAY!!"

To Littlefoot's shock, it was Cera, who was also up and about this early morning, and not happy to see the sauropod. "That's MY hopper," said Cera before heading toward the frog's direction, "I'm the leader!"

Slightly serious, Littlefoot argued, "I saw him first."

"Well, he's in my pond," replied Cera before reaching the other end of the cave before sliding down a hill.

She slid down the hill and reached ground level, where a bubbling pond stood underneath a large dead tree, with many other frogs sitting in the water. Littlefoot appeared as well, having slid down the hill and incidentally bumping into Cera. The frog jumped off as Cera frowned at Littlefoot, yet not happy that he was there. Some of the frogs submerged themselves underwater, reappearing in bubbles. Cera, turning her attention back to the frog, tried pouncing on it, but the amphibian swiftly went underwater again as the bubble burst. Curious, Littlefoot looked at another frog in a bubble, before he as well went underwater with his bubble bursting. Suddenly, a bubble started forming under Littlefoot's body, causing him to roll off. Cera, now seeing that this was like a game of sorts, grinned before getting herself ready to pounce on him. The frog went underwater and the bubble burst again. The two children started laughing and enjoying themselves with this. "Over here," called Littlefoot to an equally happy Cera.

"Hey, this is fun," said Cera as bubbles burst around them.

The two children laughed and played together in the bubbly water. To their confusion, a huge shadow started creeping its road towards the pair as the thumping got louder. As for Littlefoot and Cera, they heard the big footsteps and gasped. They looked around with concern before spotting something close by. But this wasn't from either of the herds. To their complete horror, it was something much more dangerous; a huge Tyrannosaurus Rex, and he was coming right for them. "SHARPTOOTH," cried Cera.

Everyone fled the scene as fast as they could. "HEEELLLPPP," cried Cera.

"MOTHER," cried Littlefoot.

"'HEEEELP'''," they both shrieked as they slipped in the murky water.

The T-Rex stomped into the water, almost crushing the two and blocking their path to get back to their loved ones. Swiftly taking action, they went the separate direction, dodging the predator's jaws. As the T-Rex continued his pursuit, the two spotted a thorn bush and ran inside to hide for shelter. But Sharptooth appeared outside just as they hid themselves from the beast's view. Here, they could get a good view of the giant dinosaur. Sharptooth, oblivious to where they were hiding, sniffed the air, trying to smell his prey out. Littlefoot pulled Cera away to keep her from getting spotted. Sharptooth looked higher above the bush before spotting a clearing above. Down below, the pair could see Sharptooth attempting to look down from above. Shivering frantically, Cera backed off in fright, along with Littlefoot. To their bigger horror, they saw Sharptooth literally climbing his road down into the bush, sniffing his road around and coming ever closer. Sharptooth reached the thorn and sniffed around, coming very close to finding his prey. Inches from death, but knowing they had to get out, Littlefoot gently nudged Cera, urging her to move off silently. "Go," he whispered.

Yet remaining hidden, they crept off, yet out of view. They stopped at two paths separated from more thorns. "This way," whispered Littlefoot as he gestured to his path.

"Uh-uh," replied Cera as she shook her head, fleeing down her path.

But in her rush, she exposed herself to Sharptooth. "COME BACK," cried Littlefoot as he ran after her, "YOU'RE ON THE WRONG ROAD!!"

As he rushed after Cera, Sharptooth suddenly lunged at them from behind, diving towards the pair and almost catching them with his jaws. But Littlefoot, having dodged as well, got stuck in some spiky vines. He attempted to pull himself free as Sharptooth, stuck as well, repeatedly chomped his jaws, trying to catch the little sauropod. Littlefoot tried to pull himself free, but he gasped upon seeing he was slowly sliding back to the predator. As Sharptooth opened his mouth again, Littlefoot kept sliding closer to Sharptooth. Using all his strength, he attempted to pull himself out of the vines. This eventually broke the vines off, allowing Littlefoot to free himself, but it also sent some of the thorny vines straight at Sharptooth, with one snapping right into Sharptooth's bloody eye. Now in horrible pain, he swiftly came to his feet, breaking his road through the thorn bush and bellowing in pain. With Sharptooth distracted, Littlefoot ran for his life, joining up with Cera in doing so. But Sharptooth, enraged with what just happened to his eye, frowned at the two before jumping out of the bush, landing just inches behind the pair. This caused the pair to lose their footing and land on their bodies. Sharptooth opened his jaws and was ready to lunge at them but suddenly, a huge tail swooped down from above and hit Sharptooth in the face, knocking him off towards a large rock. It was Littlefoot's mother. Having heard Littlefoot's cry for help and arriving just in time, she frowned furiously at the predator. Littlefoot and Cera hid underneath the Apatosaurus as she fearlessly stood her ground, ready to fight the monster. Sharptooth, fueled with rage and frustration, smashed his head against the rock, breaking it into pieces, before coming to his feet and roaring frustratedly. "Mother," asked Littlefoot.

"Run," said the mother as she urged Littlefoot and Cera to flee, "run!"

She turned back to Sharptooth, who was now charging frustratedly toward the sauropod. He reached the mother and lunged his jaws at her. The mother reared up, dodging the attack before coming down hard on the predator, but missing him. The battle between the two titans shook the ground around them. Littlefoot and Cera were stuck underneath the mother. "CAREFUL," cried Littlefoot as she pushed Cera out of the road of the mother's foot.

As they frantically tried to get away from the fight, Sharptooth lunged at the mother again, missing two times before advancing towards her. The mother let out a low roar in defiance of the predator before hitting her tail into him again. This sent Sharptooth flying and smashing into a wall. With him down, she guided everyone to safety. But as soon as they started getting away, Sharptooth, having recovered swiftly, jumped into the air and roared frustratedly. It's too late since Sharptooth landed on the mother and violently tore into her body with his sharp teeth and claws. Littlefoot and Cera watched in complete terror and disgust as Sharptooth viciously tore off huge chunks of flesh from the mother's back. This knocked Sharptooth off the Apatosaurus and buying her some time to recover. The mother, badly wounded by Sharptooth's attack, saw Sharptooth coming for her now. She attempted to get away, but ended up getting stuck between some intertwining logs. Sharptooth rammed into the mother, breaking her from her trap before almost chomping on her leg. With all her strength, the mother lifted her tail and hit it down on Sharptooth again, sending him sliding down a big hill. With him dislodged, she met up with the others and ran to get away.

But as they ran for their lives, another problem started to arise, not from above, but from below. The ground suddenly started to shake, getting rougher and deadlier within seconds. A crack started to creep its road across the ground, going straight towards Littlefoot and Cera. An earthquake was beginning. Not far away, the mother ended up stuck on a rising piece of the Earth. Littlefoot and Cera looked around, frightened by what was going on before looking at each other. And to make matters worse, they spotted Sharptooth a few meters away. Upon seeing the pair, he roared and charged right at them. The two ran for their lives as Sharptooth, ignoring the ever-growing magnitude, chased them. Sharptooth charged after him, inadvertently flipping Littlefoot and Cera onto his foot. Littlefoot gasped as Sharptooth stopped in his tracks, but before he could do so, the ground below him suddenly broke off and a blast of volcanic steam exploded from the ground, catching Sharptooth off guard. Littlefoot and Cera were sent sliding towards the edge of their cliff as Sharptooth started sliding down there himself. The pair latched onto Sharptooth's tail as he continued sliding off the cliff and into what looked like a bottomless abyss. "HEEEEEELLLP," they both cried.

"MOTHEEEEEEERRR," shrieked Littlefoot frantically.

The mother, yet very weak from Sharptooth's attack, heard her son's cries and gasped. Littlefoot and Cera ran onto Sharptooth's back in an attempt to escape falling into the crevice. But Sharptooth saw them trying to get away and lashed out his jaws in one final attempt to murder them as he tried getting back onto the cliff himself. The mother appeared and just before Sharptooth could reach Littlefoot and Cera, she swung her tail downward and smashed Sharptooth off the cliff and into the crevice. But Littlefoot and Cera were sent falling into the crevice as well. As the mother reached down to save the two children, she took Littlefoot off while Cera ran back to get back to her family. But this was if the earthquake started to worsen and get more intense. As for Littlefoot, his mother ran to get away from the slower growing crevice, Cera ran for her life, letting out a loud cry for help. A distance away, her father, alarmed by the earthquake and hearing his daughter cry out for help in great agony, raised his head and let out a loud roar in response. Nearby, Littlefoot's grandparents were also searching for their loved ones as the earthquake continued to rage. Ignoring a trio of panicking Struthiomimus, they scanned the area around them but suddenly, pieces of the ground below them suddenly jolted upwards, catching them off guard. All around them, creatures everywhere were in fright over the gelological rampage. A stampede of panicked animals ran for their lives, away from an incoming fissure of rocks, but the fissure moved much faster and many creatures ended up getting caught in it and getting hurt. Dinosaurs were getting wounded left and right, and the ground was breaking apart and smashing. They watched alongside the two families before spotting Cera up ahead of them. "DADDY," she cried before rushing towards her father.

But as soon as Cera started running, a rift opened up between her and her father. This rift connected to the crevice where Sharptooth fell in. Cera, too frightened to make the jump now, halted her run and ran back the road she came and as their side of the crevice suddenly started rising up. But more pieces of ground around the crevice broke apart as the earthquake continued to split the land and murder hundreds of animals. Herds were divided, families were cut in two and Littlefoot was separated from his grandparents, away from the growing rift. But this wasn't going to stop them from hearing the loud smashes and bangs of falling chunks of Earth, the loud tears of ground getting violently torn apart and the bloodcurdling shrieks of panicked dinosaurs falling into the abyss to their deaths.

Eventually, after a terrorizing geological rampage, the earthquake settled at last. Smoke and steam from falling debris and the breaking up of the Earth's crust started to settle, revealing a horribly ravaged landscape. What was once a flat plain had transformed into a cracked environment with countless ragged cliffs, rocks and hills. The destruction left behind by the earthquake was immense for everyone to take in, but for Cera's father, his mind was now focused on someone else. "CERA," he called out.

To his relief, Cera appeared, alive and well. "MUM!! DADDY," she replied.

But the earthquake had already taken a heavy toll for the family, for Cera was trapped on the lower side of the divide, while her parents were on the other. The parents looked upon their daughter, deeply saddened that she didn't make it to their side, while Littlefoot's grandparents felt the same bit of sheer despair grow inside them. They were separated from their loved ones, had no fashion of getting to them, and they had no idea where they were. What were they to do now?

Eventually, night fell and a rainstorm began while in one section of the destroyed landscape, a loud cry echoed through the air. "MOTHER!!"

It was Littlefoot. Having survived the earthquake, but ended up getting separated from his mother, he was on his own, looking around the area for his mother. "MOTHER," he called again.

But there was no response. Getting concerned, he jumped onto another cliff close by before resuming his search. "MOTHER, WHERE ARE YOU," he called again.

As he looked around, he heard someone moan in pain nearby. Littlefoot looked and saw his mother, laying on a lump of rock and in serious agony from Sharptooth's attack and from Sharptooth's attack and from the earthquake. Littlefoot swiftly ran to her crippled mother in concern. "MOTHER," he cried before stopping just below her, "mother?"

The mother opened her eyes and saw that her son was yet alive and well. Lightning flashed in the heavens as Littlefoot continued gazing up at her. "Please get up."

"I'm…not sure I can, Littlefoot," said the mother, getting weaker by the moment.

"Yes, you can," said Littlefoot, turning frantic, "get up."

The mother tried to stand up on her legs, managing to at least get up for a few seconds, but the damage from the attack and earthquake had already taken its toll. Too weak to stand up any longer on her wounded legs, the mother collapsed. Her weight caused her lump of rock to break apart, making her to meet up with Littlefoot on ground level. Knowing what was coming to her, she used her remaining strength to look at Littlefoot eye-to-eye. "Dear, sweet Littlefoot," she said weakly, "do you remember.....the road to the Great Valley?"

Getting frantic and fearing what was going to happen to her, Littlefoot started to weep. "I guess so," he lamented, "but why do I have to know? You have to be with me."

The mother gave a weak, comforting grin as she said, "I'll be with you....even if you can't see me."

"What do you mean if I can't see," asked Littlefoot, "I can always see you."

"Littlefoot...let your heart guide you," replied the mother, losing her last bits of energy by the second, "...it whispers...then listen carefully."

With that said, she fell silent. As lightning flashed in the heavens, Littlefoot realized what just happened and turned frantic again. "Mother," he asked, unwilling it to be true, "mother?"

But it was already over. Littlefoot's mother had died. Brokenhearted over his tragic loss, Littlefoot stayed behind his mother's giant corpse, grieving her death alone as the rainstorm continued throughout the night, he growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "MOTHEEEEEEERRR!!!"

This yell was so loud that it echoed across the night. Several hours later, the rainstorm slowly started to end. The night had already taken a very emotional toll on Littlefoot, soon it was to make its mark, hearing the frustrated sauropod shout her name. Meanwhile, Littlefoot had begun his solo journey to the Great Valley, slowly trudging across the land. Having left his mother's body, he mournfully moved on, barely noticing that he moved too close to a steep cliff. Slipping off and unable to stop himself, he slid down the cliff and landed on a bumpy surface. As he attempted to get up, the ground started moving again, but not because of an aftershock. "Hey, you," a gruff voice said as Littlefoot stumbled off his ground.

The surface that Littlefoot landed on wasn't ground, but the back of another dinosaur. It was an old, gruff-looking Scolosaurus and he turned to the baby sauropod. "What's going on with him," he asked.

Littlefoot, too frightened and mournful to reply, lamented as he stared at the unremorseful elder. "What's your reply, you're not hurt," said the elder.

"That's not fair," said the despairing Littlefoot, "she should have known better. It was Sharptooth....she was guilty of everything."

"Everyone whose fault," asked the Scolosaurus, yet grumpy.

"Mother's," wept Littlefoot.

Upon hearing this, the Scolosaurus suddenly lost his gruffness and turned mournful himself. Now he knew what was going on with this young dinosaur and felt very sympathetic, for this was a little child with no guardian to protect him, and he had just lost his mother. "Oh," he said silently, "I see…I see."

"Why did I run so far from home," wept Littlefoot, barely keeping in his emotional drama.

"Oh, it's not your fault. It's not your mother's fault," comforted the elder, "now…pay attention to old Rooter."

Littlefoot sniffled before looking Rooter in the eye. "But…"

"It's no one's fault," said Rooter gently, "a great circle of life has begun. But you see...we all end up not together."

"What have I done," asked Littlefoot, yet brokenhearted, "I miss her so much."

"Then you'll always miss her, but she'll always be with you as long as you remember the facts she taught you," replied Rooter, "...in some fashions, you'll never be apart......for you are yet always part of each other."

"My stomach hurts," said Littlefoot, feeling a stomachache.

"Well…this as well will go in time, little boy," said Rooter before slowly making his departure, "....just in time."

Rooter began walking off, leaving Littlefoot to himself to think over Rooter's words of wisdom. Would these be enough to motivate Littlefoot to keep going through?

Later in the day, a little berry hung from a dry branch. It was very fresh, and for a little, blue flying reptile, a young Pteranodon, it looked good enough to eat. He flew around the berry, licking his beak, before picking the berry with his mouth and landing back on the ground. Its success was getting the berry did not go unnoticed though, for another Pteranodon, a red one and probably the blue ones' sibling, saw the cherry and tried picking it from the other. The two briefly pulled on it, both getting it briefly, before a brownish green one joined the fray. He tried getting the berry, but both he and the blue one started fighting over it before a yellow one caught it and hid in a tree. A purple one flew into the tree, looking for its sibling, as they poked their heads out of the tree in multiple holes. The purple one, seeing the brownish green one with the berry, bit his tail before taking the berry for itself. It flew out of the tree, with the others in close pursuit, tripping just underneath the branch. It caught hold of the branch as the other restless youngsters caught hold of it from below. They piled underneath until a light blue flew up and caught the berry for itself, breaking the branch in the process. Before it could walk off in victory, the others ran after it and tried catching the berry for themselves, but suddenly, a long tongue came from behind and snatched up the berry for its host, a Proganochelys, a prehistoric turtle. The chicks looked at the turtle, mournful that it took their berry, but swiftly became happy as their mother appeared from behind, with a huge leaf full enough of berries for them all. They each took a berry and began following their mother as she flew off. But one chick, the blue one, spotted Littlefoot resting nearby, yet mournful about his mother's death and too depressed to even take notice at what was going on. He looked at the little sauropod and felt mournful that he was depressed. He slowly started to walk off before turning back to Littlefoot, thinking that he needed some cheering up. Littlefoot, too depressed to pay attention, could only think about his mother. He hardly noticed his hunger and forgot about the Great Valley and that he must somehow reach it. The little flyer offered him his berry, but Littlefoot didn't take it. He tried again to offer it, but the little Apatosaur simply turned away, leaving the flyer mournful himself.

Further into the day, out on a hot desert, a trail of footprints led across the sand and pillars of rock. But high above the ground, a tree star flew around the land. "Littlefoot," a voice called out as the tree star flew about, slowly getting closer and closer to the ground.

Down below, amongst the footprints of adult sauropods, Littlefoot cuddled inside one, yet brokenhearted over his mother's loss. He lamented silently, letting nothing more than to have her back. After cuddling in the footprint for a few seconds, Littlefoot sniffled before slowly walking out, missing his mother badly. But as he started to leave, a stream of light came down from above and shone on the footprint. Littlefoot was too mournful to notice, but soon heard a voice speak to him. "Littlefoot."

Littlefoot slowly recognized this voice and stopped. It was his mother's voice, but how was it calling to him? He turned back to the footprint and saw the tree star slowly descend into it. Confused about what was going on, he slowly approached the tree star and looked into it. He could see a small puddle of water in the center, seeing his reflection, before hearing a voice that alarmed him. "Dear Littlefoot," it called out, "remember the road to the Great Valley?"

Confused, Littlefoot slowly nodded no. "Follow the bright circle, past a large rock that looks like a longneck…and past the mountains that burn."

Uncertain at how to comprehend this, but now remembering this as the advice his mother gave him before her passing, he nodded yes. "I'll be in your heart, Littlefoot," said the calm voice, "let your heart guide you."

Yet unable to understand how he was hearing this voice, but remembering this tree star as the one that his mother gave him, he took it before proceeding off on his own once again.

Littlefoot, now with the tree star on his back, spotted something up ahead that made him hopeful. "Mother," he gasped.

All Littlefoot was looking at though was his shadow on a cliff side. But the shadow was much bigger and it immediately reminded Littlefoot of his mother. "MOTHER," cheered Littlefoot before rushing to his shadow, "MOTHER! IT'S YOU!!"

But as Littlefoot ran after his shadow, the shadow kept getting further and further away. "Wait, mother," begged Littlefoot as he got closer to the wall, "please, wait!"

Littlefoot reached the wall, but his shadow got smaller and smaller until reaching Littlefoot's height. He licked his own shadow before ultimately realizing that it was never his mother. With that said, his heart and spirits sank once again, for now he knew for certain that he was alone. He lowered his head in despair.

Eventually, Littlefoot resumed his walk. Although the Great Valley was far away and the journey there was perilous, he would have to find his road, or the chain of life would be broken. By now, he was near a section of the divide that wasn't as big as the one from before. The abyss wasn't as deep and the bottom was visible from the top. Suddenly, Littlefoot spotted someone up ahead that gave him hope. "CERA," he called out.

He rushed over to Cera, who was strolling across the edge of the cliff, trying to find a road to the other side. Littlefoot met up with Cera, having noticed her, slowly followed suit. "Cera," said Littlefoot, getting Cera's attention, "hello."

"What have you done," asked Cera, not pleased to see him again.

Littlefoot chuckled before replying, "nothing. What are you doing here?"

"I'm trying to find my OWN species," said Cera, "they're on the other side."

"I looked all over here," said Littlefoot, "you can't climb the other side."

"Perhaps YOU can't," replied Cera before she started to steadily climb down the cliff.

But Littlefoot, thinking that Cera would make a good partner while traveling, spoke up. "Wait. I'll go to the Great Valley. We could, uh…" he said before seeing Cera almost slip, "to help each other."

Cera attempted to get back to the top before asserting her arrogance again. "A threehorn," she said as she fought, "does not need help from a walking stick."

Cera kicked some dust into Littlefoot's face, but this caused her to lose her balance and slide down to the bottom of the crevice, shrieking all the road down. Fortunately, she wasn't hurt from this and she stopped upon reaching the bottom. "W-well, at least they wouldn't be alone," said Littlefoot as he watched Cera from above.

Cera came to her feet and said some final words to the longneck. "Well, if I find my sisters, I won't BE left alone. Then go," she said before walking off into the underground, "threehorns can be very dangerous, and they only speak with other tripods, and they only travel with other threehorns."

Littlefoot watched Cera disappear into the underground, serious by her comments, before slowly taking his tree star and walking off. He began his long journey towards the Great Valley, leaving the Great Divide far behind.

In a fresh water pond, underneath the surface, there stood a bed of pebbles, rocks and small sticks. But amongst these was something splashing into the water, looking for food. It was a small creature and it was looking for food, as it spotted something nearby on a rock. Curious, it swam towards the rock, seeing an outline of a mournful creature, barely making a move. Above water, Littlefoot lay on the rock, looking into the water, yet depressed over losing his mother. Suddenly, the water creature jumped out of the water and landed right below Littlefoot. It was a small, young Saurolophus, and she grinned at the Apatosaurus. "Hello," she said happily, only to get no response, "I said hello."

A tear ran down Littlefoot's face and landed in the water. "What's your name," asked the duckbill before gasping, "perhaps you yet can't speak. What? What?"

Eventually, Littlefoot spoke up. "Don't you know anything? Longnecks don't speak to.....wherever you are," he said mournfully as he came to his feet, recalling Cera's harsh words from earlier.

"Me? I also have a long neck. Look," the duckbill said as she tried stretching out her neck and tail, "and I have a long tail like you."

She stretched them both out as long as she could, getting tired in the process, while Littlefoot looked at her, not buying her words. "Alright," said the duckbill mournfully, giving up, "I'm not a longneck. I'm a bigmouth. But I'm all alone. I am. I lost my family with the big earthshake."

Littlefoot, feeling bad for the duckbill as well, and seeing her as open and willing to socialize, unlike Cera, turned to her again. "Um…do you want to go with me," he asked.

"YES," exclaimed the duckbill emotionally before swiftly calming down and chuckling, "oh, yes, yes, yes. I do. I do."

Littlefoot chuckled before saying, "OK, that's it," as he was ready to set off again, "but you'll have to keep up."

"I will follow. I will," replied the duckbill before humming a little.

Littlefoot jumped into the shallow pond, Ducky right behind him. "Where are we going," asked the duckbill.

"To the Great Valley," said Littlefoot, "I won't stop until I find my grandparents."

The duckpill jumped into the pond and swam after the sauropod. As they walked onto dry land again, underneath the dry swamp, the duckbill asked, "do you think my family went to the Great Valley as well? What?"

"Huh, perhaps," pondered Littlefoot, "my mum said that's where all the flocks are going."

"Oh, I hope, I hope, I hope."

"My name is Littlefoot," said Littlefoot.

"Mine is Ducky," said the duckbill, "yes. That's what it is. Yes, yes, yes!"

As the pair continued their journey, Littlefoot, now feeling better and slowly coming out of his depression with Ducky's kindness and innocence, started jumping around the cracks on the ground below them. Ducky did the same, singing a little scat song while doing so. Ducky's energy and kindness, as well as seeing her and Littlefoot play. It was nice of her to see another dinosaur open and social with others of different species. "Dee dee dee da do," Ducky scat sang, "doo doo, da da da doo! Da da dee da do! Da da da dee da do!"

Ducky's singing and energy amused Littlefoot. Littlefoot laughed as she jumped underneath him, happy to have someone to play with. "Don't step on a crack, or you'll fall and break your back," said Ducky happily.

Suddenly, Ducky's stomach started to rumble. She chuckled before saying, "my stomach is speaking."

"Mine as well," said Littlefoot, feeling hungry as well.

"Well, Littlefoot, you tried to sell me a stolen Pizza Hut," responded Ducky.

"Huh…I wonder what it tastes like," said Littlefoot as he looked at a nearby tree branch before catching it with his teeth, trying to pull it off.

Upon pulling the branch though, everyone heard a screech. This took Ducky by surprise as Littlefoot tried pulling the branch off. "The tree is speaking," said Ducky.

"No, it's not," replied Littlefoot.

"You should not eat speaking trees, no, no, no," said Ducky innocently.

Littlefoot pulled extra hard. In doing so, this caused something to roll out of a nearby tree and roll down the branch. It shrieked before reaching Littlefoot's snout. Littlefoot, seeing the small creature hesitantly grin at him, panicked and shrieked, letting go of the branch in doing so. This sent the creature flying into the air as Ducky hid underneath Littlefoot for shelter. The shrieking creature plummeted back to the ground, smashing right through one of the tiles in the cracked ground. All was silent once again. Curious, Ducky walked over to the spot and saw the creature recovering. It was a tiny Pteranodon, about Ducky's height, and upon seeing Ducky, he got a little wary. "Who are you, huh," asked Ducky, "what?"

"M-m-my name Petrie," replied the shy Pteranodon.

Ducky chuckled as Petrie climbed out of the hole and saw Littlefoot looking at him. "Petrie, right? Funny name," chuckled Ducky.

"I…I, I flew," asked Petrie.

"No…you fell," replied Ducky.

"I fell," cried Petrie, despairing.

"You cannot fly," asked Ducky before pointing towards the tree, "but how did you get up there?"

"I'll go up," replied Petrie.

"But you are a passenger," said Littlefoot, "not a hunter."

"Difficult fact to fly," said Petrie as he stuffed himself and tried to fly.

He managed to jump up and start flapping his wings, only to get panicky and slowly land on the ground again. "I think so," chuckled Littlefoot, "we can't do that."

"No. We can't do this right," chuckled Ducky, finding Petrie's antics cute.

Meanwhile as Littlefoot resumed his journey, with Ducky and Petrie behind his side, someone else was having her own little adventure. Now exploring the deep underground, Cera was trying to find her road back to her family. Some lights shimmered from above as Cera, lost and confused, gazed upon them before losing her footing and sliding down what looked like a hill. Upon reaching the bottom though, she discovered that it wasn't a hill, but the body of a dinosaur. To her complete horror, it was the body of the Sharptooth, the very same Sharptooth that almost murdered her. However, the fact she came across was not what she expected. "AAHHHH," shrieked Cera as a tiny aftershock briefly shook the area around her.

She swiftly took cover and hid out of sight. After a few seconds of hiding, she slowly peeked her head out of her hiding place and looked upon Sharptooth. He wasn't moving, either the shrieks nor was he responding to the tiny rocks falling on his body. It was as if he was dead. With that said in mind, Cera grinned from cheek-to-cheek before creeping closer to the body. She looked up at Sharptooth's mouth full of teeth. Now seeing that he wasn't chasing her, Cera stuck out her tongue at the body, mocking him, before headbutting him. She headbutted him again before charging at him from a small distance away. After this, she ran a couple meters away from the body before turning back and kicking up some dirt and dust, ready to charge again. She ran toward the body, ready to headbutt him once again. Now she was only a few feet away from the body, but suddenly, just before she could reach him, the eyelid opened up, looking Cera straight in the eye. This shocked Cera badly and she halted her run upon realizing that Sharptooth was alive. "AAHHHH!!!!"

Stopping herself just before touching the eyeball, she turned tail and ran for her life as Sharptooth, regaining consciousness, got up and roared. Cera came out of sight as Sharptooth slowly started coming to his feet, ready to cause havoc the landscape once again by hunting for prey.

Meanwhile, oblivious to Sharptooth's awakening, Littlefoot, Ducky and Petrie were once again on the walk. Ducky hummed while skipping around, but Littlefoot, sensing something was nearby, silenced her before whispering to the others. "Csendes," he said before seeing something coming, "stay down."

Together, they hid behind a tree as another creature appeared. But it was not another baby dinosaur. Instead, it was a creature with a sail on its back, sharp teeth and it looked hungry. It was a Dimetrodon. Almost catching the scent of Littlefoot and the others, it wandered off, looking for food. As the Dimetrodon disappeared, everyone peeked from behind the tree before hearing more noises coming from all around. Fearing that there was something scary out there, but knowing that they had to keep moving, they set off again. But as soon as Littlefoot started walking, Petrie swiftly came on Littlefoot's back, climbing all the road to his head, taking the tree star with him and gripping his head in fright. "Ouch! Hey, you," complained Littlefoot, "Petrie, get down."

But Petrie didn't move. "You have a good head, Flathead," he said as he relaxed on Littlefoot's head.

Littlefoot frowned at Petrie before correcting him. "My name's not Flathead. My name is Littlefoot."

"Littlefoot," asked Petrie before covering himself with the tree star.

"Are you going to stay up there," asked Littlefoot, getting annoyed.

Petrie, investigating the tree star, replied, "yes."

"Well, you can't," said Littlefoot, getting furious, "you're destroying my tree star."

Petrie gasped upon seeing that his actions were inadvertently causing harm to the tree star. "It is very special. A lot. His mother gave it to him," said Ducky, only to see Littlefoot look down at her, "of course, he did."

"Oooh, present time. Very reluctant," said Petrie before rolling up the tree star and holding it closer, "ooh, yes. I keep it safe. Don't let anyone touch it."

He walked back and forth around Littlefoot's head like a loyal soldier, willing to keep the tree star safe. Petrie's antic caused Ducky to giggle once again. "Yes, Petrie," said Ducky, liking Petrie's intentions, "you keep it safe. Yep, yep, yep."

"No, no, no," replied Littlefoot, yet unwilling to let Petrie ride on him, before moving the rolled up tree star into his mouth before walking off, getting faster by the second, "I'm not a transporter. Get out. You're a passenger, now start flying."

This started to freak Petrie out. He held onto Littlefoot's head, unwilling to fall off. He yelped in fear as Ducky ran to catch up, trying to encourage Petrie to fly. "OPEN YOUR WINGS, PETRIE," she encouraged as she jumped up with her arms extended outward like they were wings, "I'M OPEN! I'M OPEN!!"

"NO!! NO," cried Petrie, terrified, "YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!!"

"I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING HERE," replied Littlefoot as he kept running, trying to get Petrie to fly, "YOU CAN FLY! NOW OPEN YOUR THINNER WINGS!!"

"UP, PETRIE! HIGHER!! HIGHER LIKE AN AVIATOR," added Ducky as she bounced.

Suddenly, Petrie spotted something up ahead that made him even more frantic. "DANGEEEEEEERRR," he cried frighteningly.

"WHERE," asked Ducky as she came on Littlefoot.

"TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-THERE!! AHEAD," cried Petrie.

Seeing that they were running toward a dinosaur's small skeleton, they tried to stop, but it was no use. They smashed into the skeleton, just underneath the ribcage and ran as fast as they could, thinking that something was chasing them. The skeleton remained on top of them as they fled. But there was nothing chasing them from behind. It was Cera, having escaped the underground. Upon seeing Cera, everyone skidded their run to a halt, sending the skeleton off of them. The bones broke apart and scattered as Cera, alarmed, slipped onto her back. With that problem settled, everyone shivered while trying to calm down. The group gathered around Cera, who was less than pleased to see Littlefoot again. "Cera, it's you," said Littlefoot, "what just happened? Why are you so scared?"

"Scared? Me," asked Cera as she got up, laughing at that question, "why are you so smart?"

"We're not afraid," replied Littlefoot, "are we?"

"No, no," said Ducky.

"Well, you should be," said Cera as she grinned at the group, "I could be with the other three children, but I chose to come back to let you know…I…met…the SHARPTOOTH!!"

Hearing Sharptooth's name caused Petrie to panic again. "SHARPTOOTH," he shrieked before clinging onto Littlefoot's neck in fright.

But Littlefoot was skeptical. "C'mon, Cera," he said, "Sharptooth is dead. He fell down into the deep underground."

"And that's…where he met me," replied Cera, acting brave.

"Oh…dear and courageous Cera," said Ducky, believing her naively.

"Dear and courageous Cera," said Petrie, causing Littlefoot to frown at him in annoyance.

"Oh, yes. I am brave," said Cera arrogantly.

"Sharptooth is DEAD," argued Littlefoot.

"My father warned me that the flatheads had very small brains," replied Cera before jumping onto some long branches and approached the group, "I was alone with him in the dark…just the Sharptooth and me…I could hear him breathing."

Cera turned to Ducky, hiding under one of the branches and breathed heavily. This made Ducky shiver with fright. "I could see his.....big…ugly…look…looking for me," said Cera before breathing hard again.

"What have you done," asked Ducky as he came on Cera's branch, "what? what?"

Cera casually turned back to Littlefoot and the others. "I walked up to him......I looked him in the eye…and then…" she said before suddenly jumping forward towards the end of her branch and roaring, "RAAAAWR!!!!"

Cera's action, however, caused the other end of the branch to spring up and launch Ducky off like a catapult. Ducky shrieked as she flew through the forest, breaking through some weak vines, before smashing to the ground. She wasn't hurt from this experience, but this sent her a distance from her friends.

But as Ducky started to pull herself together, she heard a silent snoring sound coming from nearby. Curious, she got up and approached the source of the sound, which was coming from a patch of golden grass. "Ducky," called Littlefoot.

Ignoring her friends, she slowly peeked into the grass. "Hello," she said silently.

All that was in the patch was a single egg. Inside it, something was snoring and mumbling. Ducky jumped into the abandoned nest and observed the egg. "Hello," she asked as she walked around it.

Suddenly, the top of the egg broke open, leaving a circular crack. Ducky noticed this and took a closer look. As she did so, the occupant inside the egg slowly peeked outside, but swiftly ducked back in. Ducky came on the egg, seeing that there was indeed something in there. "You should leave. You should," she said, "you are late. Yes, you are. Yes, yes, yes."

All she heard though was snoring and mumbling again. A little irritated, she took the broken piece of shell off. "Come out," she said before looking inside the egg as the hatchling slowly peeked out more, "you are alone. Aren't you afraid? What?"

The hatchling only yawned in response as his egg leaned on the side. Ducky, thinking that he should come with her, broke apart the shell. "We're going to the Great Valley. You can go with us. Yes, you can," she said breaking apart the shell completely, before seeing that the hatchling was a baby Stegosaurus, "uh, you are a spy, where we go to you call it Spike."

Ducky chuckled as she came out of the grass as Spike, the silent and newly hatched Stegosaurus, came out and looked upon the grass that surrounded his nest. He suddenly started munching up the grass around him as Ducky swiftly backed off, taken aback by how hungry this little guy was. After chewing up some of the grass, he came on his hind legs and dove for the rest of the grass, chomping it up and gulping it down like a hungry child, before only the nest was exposed. He chewed up his food before slowly laying down, about to drift into slumber. Ducky slowly approached the sleeping Stegosaur. "Ducky," called Littlefoot again.

And so, with Spike's inculsion, the five hungry travellers set off for the Great Valley. There had never been such a herd before in this world; a longneck, a threehorn, a bigmouth, a flyer and a spiketail, all together, but also knowing that if they lost their road, then they would starve, or find themselves in Sharptooth's shadow, should they encounter them. The one fact that made most of them relieved was that they had each other during this adventure, but would this be enough to pull them through, and would it be easy to hold onto that for long?

The group travelled onward, eventually coming to a stop near a small waterfall. The presence of the fresh water was a big relief, since they wouldn't get dehydrated, but food was the more reluctant matter for them. Littlefoot looked at the waterfall while pondering where food could potentially be. "Huh, tree stars grow where there's a lot of water," he said before observing the tiny stream of water underneath this feet, "if we follow that water…"

Littlefoot bent down and sniffed the water. Petrie, who was riding on Littlefoot with Ducky, tried sniffing the water as well. Petrie, however, was more desperate and pessimistic. "There are no green foods here and I'm yet hungry," he said.

"I'm yet hungry as well," added Ducky before incidentally slipping off Littlefoot and landing in the stream, taking Petrie with her.

Littlefoot and Spike walked further down the stream, trying to catch a whiff of food. "Can you smell something," asked Littlefoot.

"I…I," said Petrie, trying to smell, "I smell, I smell, I smell…huh…Ducky."

"You smell me," asked Ducky before chuckling.

A few feet ahead of the two, Littlefoot kept sniffing the air while Spike leaned on a rock nearby. "I smell water. I smell…" he said before sniffing again and catching a scent that made him hopeful, "…SUPERSTARS!!"

And sure enough, very close by was a patch of trees, full of fresh, green leaves. Everyone gathered around Littlefoot and saw the trees just beyond a small cave exit. "Oh, look," said Ducky, "green food!"

"THE BIG VALLEY," cheered Cera before saying mockingly, "I found it!"

"Cera, stop this," complained Littlefoot.

"I found it," smirked Cera.

Everyone else felt the ground shake and became concerned. They turned back the road they came and saw some tiny rocks rolling down their path. "EARTHQUAKE," cried Ducky.

"WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE," cried Littlefoot as he and Cera rushed down the hill, "THEN C'MON! GO, GO, C'MON!!"

Petrie rolled down the hill with the two, shrieking as he did so. The only one not following them was Spike, who was mostly oblivious to the danger. Ducky stood behind his side and tried getting him to run down the hill with them. "Spike…hurry up!"

"DUCKY, SPIKE, GET OUT THERE," cried Littlefoot as Ducky tried moving Spike's feet.

Suddenly, something smashed through the cave that they were just in. Everyone ducked for shelter as a herd of long-necked Diplodocus came thundering down the hill. Paying no attention to the group, they charged towards the trees. Everyone peeked from their hiding place. But there was another problem for them, one that Cera swiftly grew furious about. "They're eating our food," she complained as they watched the Diplodocus munch off at the leaves, showing no signs of life, "look, look what they're doing. You're so greedy. What about me? I'm yet hungry!"

Petrie crawled his road toward the edge of their rock and let out his complaints as well. "Are you hungry?! I'm emptying myself to the top! Now we're in the Great Valley and yet have no green food," he cried before turning drastic, "we're hungry, forever!"

Petrie sobbed over this comeuppance as Littlefoot said, "no, Petrie, Cera's wrong. This isn't the Great Valley."

"Oh…it's nothing great," added Ducky, feeling mournful herself, "no, no, no."

"I guess so," said Littlefoot as the Diplodocus started leaving the area, leaving behind a now virtually leaf-free tree group, "we better go down and see if there's anything left."

Luckily for them, there was one tree left that was left untouched by the Diplodocus' feeding frenzy. High above the group was a patch of leaves, fresh and more than capable of eating. However, it was too high for any of them to reach. "Petrie, you think you can fly up there," said Littlefoot.

"No, no," cried Petrie, frightened.

"Petrie, don't be mournful," said Ducky, trying to calm him down, "it's alright. Many facts can't fly. Rocks, trees, sticks…Spike."

Littlefoot, thinking they'd need help, got up on his hind legs and leaned on the tree, trying to reach the top. Petrie shivered in fright as Ducky came on Littlefoot as well and climbed up to the head. Littlefoot stretched his neck out as far as he could as Petrie shut his eyes in fright. But as Littlefoot stretched as far as he could, a few branches fell off, alarming Petrie and causing him to incidentally open his eyes. He shrieked upon seeing how high he was and swiftly latched himself onto Ducky. This caught Littlefoot off guard. "Hey, you," exclaimed Littlefoot.

"No," cried Petrie, unwilling to go any higher.

"Ducky, push Petrie toward the branches," said Littlefoot.

Ducky did just that and lifted Petrie high into the tree, despite Petrie's growing fright. "Alright, Spike, not too many," said Littlefoot to Spike.

But Spike suddenly got himself under Littlefoot in a rush. "Woah," exclaimed Littlefoot, feeling Spike shove them upwards, "OK, that's it! Hey, light the rat. NOT THE RAT!!"

But Spike kept shoving the three upwards. This caused Petrie to almost lose his balance off Littlefoot's head. Petrie, on the other hand, saw how high they were up and gasped again. He swiftly got off from the edge and caught hold of Ducky again, catching her off guard and making her shriek. This attempt at getting food wasn't going swimmingly, but down below, Cera, who was making no attempt to help them out, just laughed hysterically over their attempt. "You four look so ridiculous," she laughed.

Ducky lifted Petrie up above her head, giving him a better chance at reaching the food. Petrie, seeing that he was reaching distance from the leaves as well, did the same, munching hungrily. This caused some leaves to fall from the tree. Down below, Spike, seeing that food was coming down, stuck out his tongue and pulled in some food into his mouth. He chomped on the leaves coming down below as a pile of more leaves formed underneath his feet. He leaned downwards to keep eating, causing Littlefoot to slide down and land on the ground. Fortunately, they landed on the soft pile of leaves instead of the hard ground. The only ones left in the tree were Ducky and Petrie. Petrie grasped onto a dead branch, seeing that almost everyone else was down on the ground, from a big height. "Ducky, Petrie, come here, we have green food," said Littlefoot.

Ducky gave Petrie a kiss before letting go and landing on the pile as well. "Fly, Petrie," called Ducky.

Suddenly, the branch broke off, sending Petrie plummeting to the ground. He shrieked as everyone encouraged him to open his wings and fly. Luckily, the wind underneath his wings caused him to slow his descent, but he was afraid nonetheless. "Fly, Petrie, flap your wings," added Littlefoot.

Petrie tried flapping his wings, but his fear made him freeze in midair. Littlefoot blew some air up at Petrie, trying to keep him airborne and in hopes that he'd fly. But this did little, but slow his descent much more. He gently landed in the pile and shook his head around. "I flew," he asked Ducky.

Ducky sighed, feeling bad that Petrie didn't fly. The only one who didn't join the group in the feast was Cera. She lay underneath the tree, resting on one of the roots. "C'mon, Cera," said Littlefoot, "we have green food."

"I can get my own green food," said Cera as she came to her feet.

She rammed her head into the tree, hoping to knock some leaves down, but nothing happened at first. She frowned at the tree while Littlefoot watched her keep trying to get food for herself. She repeatedly butted her head against the tree, but yet nothing happened. Unwilling to let her hurt herself, Littlefoot took a pile of leaves in his mouth and once Cera butted into the tree again, he dropped them towards her. Seeing the leaves underneath her, she smirked at Littlefoot, thinking that she managed to get them down herself before taking a huge mouthful. She chomped on the food as Littlefoot rolled his eyes, annoyed with her behavior, but content that she wasn't going to starve. "You see," asked Cera, "I can take care of myself. All alone."

Cera strolled off from the group, towards a tiny cliff corner as night started to fall. As she settled herself in, she turned back to the group. "And I'm not afraid to be alone," she said, "I know my road, AND I'M NOT AFRAID OF SHARPTOOTH!!"

Cera smirked before mockingly saying, "I hope he doesn't eat either of you."

But Littlefoot calmly said, "don't worry. There is no Sharptooth," before turning back to Cera with an annoyed look.

Ducky, on the other hand, felt afraid as well. "Sharptooth," she muttered before turning to Spike, "Spike."

She cleared her throat before gesturing Spike to come towards her as she backed off. Spike did so while Cera frowned at the group, preparing herself for the night. By now, it was a starry night, with the full moon in the heavens. Littlefoot walked towards a large footprint, but before he could settle in, he turned back and saw the others gathering around Cera. Cera, at first, surprised by their appearance, simply frowned at them before settling in. Spike lay next to her while Ducky and Petrie tucked themselves in next to Spike. Seeing all his friends gather around Cera without him made Littlefoot feel really mournful and lonely, especially since it seemed they weren't listening to him as he said Sharptooth wasn't around anymore. Ignored, lonely and saddened, Littlefoot lowered his head before trudging back to his footprint. "There is no Sharptooth," he muttered to himself.

He slowly came into the footprint before taking one last look at the others, who weren't paying attention.

Back with the others, they had already fallen asleep. They slept together, but they snored sleepily, unintentionally awakening Ducky. Alarmed, but swiftly getting annoyed with their sleeping sounds, she tried covering her ears to block the noise, before trying to go underneath Spike to stop hearing their snoring, but each attempt didn't work at all. But she spotted Littlefoot all mournful and swiftly forgot about her irritation. This caused Littlefoot to form a grin as well, happy to see her sleep alongside him. She leaned on Littlefoot's head as Petrie appeared as well, slowly walking up to Littlefoot's head and sleeping on it. Littlefoot glimpsed at Petrie, happy to see him as well, before suddenly feeling a shake nearby, but it was only Spike, joining in the group as well. He cuddled near Littlefoot and began drifting off to slumber as well.

The only one left on her own was Cera. Having not moved one inch since settling in, she started feeling cold. She shivered before slowly opening her eyes. Upon seeing that she was on her own, she gasped. She looked around, not seeing the others anywhere close by, as she started feeling hesitant herself. She eventually spotted them gathering around Littlefoot, but instead of feeling annoyed, she started feeling more afraid and cold. She shivered, feeling just as lonely as Littlefoot was, before ultimately making a choice. She slowly came to her feet and trudged towards the others, hoping that they'd share enough room for her as well. Upon reaching the footprint though, she was given more than enough room as Littlefoot moved a bit over and allowed Cera to cuddle alongside him.

After a long night, the sun eventually rose off in the distance. Yet huddled in their footprint, everyone slept soundly. A new day was beginning and another chance to reach the Great Valley was about to go underway eventually. But as the group slept, something nearby let out a low growl. This growl awakened Cera and she peeked from the footprint to see what it was. But upon seeing what was out there, she silently gasped in horror. She silently hid herself from view before turning to Littlefoot, who was yet asleep. "Wake up! Wake up," she muttered frantically before nudging Littlefoot awake, "wake up!"

Annoyed that he had awakened abruptly, Littlefoot turned to Cera and said, "hey, that's enough."

"Hush, it's Sharptooth," whispered Cera, desperate to keep it down.

"Cera, stop this," complained Littlefoot as he came to his feet, ignoring Cera's growing fear and frantic urges to keep silent.

"HE'LL HURT US!! HE'LL HURT US," cried Cera frighteningly, shocking the others awake, before running for her life, "RUN!!"

"STOP," shouts Littlefoot, "COME BACK!!"

Suddenly, everyone heard a vicious snarl from nearby. Littlefoot turned and to his complete horror, it was none other than Sharptooth; the same Sharptooth that murdered his mother, standing above him, and very, very frustrated. Not wasting another second, everyone dashed out of the footprint, just before Sharptooth's foot could crush them. The only fact that did get crushed was Littlefoot's tree star, but there was no time to take note of that. "RUN," shrieked Cera.

"THIS WAY," cried Ducky as they ran towards a rocky wall, "THROUGH THE ROCKS!!"

"DON'T TURN BACK," shrieked Littlefoot frantically, "KEEP MOVING!!"

But Sharptooth was already hot on their trail. He landed just inches behind Littlefoot and roared in extreme fury and hatred as everyone tried getting through a small opening in the wall, only to get wedged in and unable to get through. They tried shoving their road through the hole, but Sharptooth dove after them. Ducky shrieked before Sharptooth smashed into them, sending them all through the wall and tumbling down the hillside on the other side. They reached the bottom, completely shocked by what they just went through, but lucky to have gotten out alive and unscathed. Cera came to her feet and frowned furiously at Sharptooth, who now had his snout stuck in the hole, snapping his jaws in a vain effort to get through and continue his pursuit. "NOW will you believe me," asked Cera as she confronted Littlefoot.

"I'm sorry," said Littlefoot, "we're safe now."

"Nobody's safe with you," retorted Cera frustratedly.

Littlefoot looked and to his shock, it was a huge rock formation that looked like a sauropod. "Look. It's the rock that looks like a longneck, just like my mother said," he said before turning hopeful and resuming the journey with the others, "LET'S GO IN THE RIGHT ROAD! THE ROAD TO THE BIG VALLEY!!"

Now knowing that they were going the right road to the Great Valley, Littlefoot led the others onward. But with Sharptooth alive, now they were not making any stops. Littlefoot was wrong about the Sharptooth being gone, but the others followed them. Now their only hope was to reach the Great Valley, and Littlefoot alone knew the road. However, facts started to get stressful for the others. They trudged their road through a sandy region, where volcanic ash slowly came down from above. The terrain was also hard for some of the children to get through. Petrie, exhausted from the trip, caught hold of Littlefoot's tail and held on. The rocks were hard to climb and ash kept falling from the heavens. Spike came on one cliff and shivered for air while Petrie collapsed on his own cliff. Above them, Littlefoot stood tall, determined to keep moving. "C'mon, get up. We're going the right road," said Littlefoot, "we have to keep moving up."

Cera frowned at Littlefoot, annoyed with his constant urges to keep moving up what seemed an impossible trail. Ducky attempted to get Spike to his feet. "Oh, you can't stop now," said Littlefoot, determined to keep his friends moving, "what if the Great Valley's just above the top of these rocks?"

The group carried onward, attempting to move further up the cliff. Though they were sore-stumped and tired, Littlefoot urged them ahead. He had never seen the Great Valley, but his heart warned him that they were close. They kept moving and moving until eventually reaching the top, where they hoped to behold the Great Valley at last. A sandstorm blew ahead them as they stopped to catch their breath. This storm was thick and no one could see anything through it. Unfortunately, as Cera reached the top herself, the sandstorm started to settle, revealing what was below them, but all they could see was nothing but more of the wasteland. Eventually having had enough, Cera snapped out of it. "THIS IS YOUR GREAT VALLEY," she shouts, "you're CRAZY!! I'm leaving."

Cera started going back the separate direction. "Cera, we have to keep following the circle of light," said Littlefoot.

"I'm taking the easy street for once," replied Cera, not changing her mind.

But Littlefoot swiftly came in Cera's road, annoyed with her uncooperativeness again. "BUT IT'S THE WRONG ROAD," he complained.

"Who says?"

"My mother," replied Littlefoot.

"Then SHE was also a stupid longneck," replied Cera.

"BRING THAT BACK," demanded Littlefoot.

"NEVER," snapped Cera.

"TAKE IT AGAIN," yelled Littlefoot upset.

"NO!!"

Eventually losing his temper, Littlefoot shoved the stubborn Cera forward, sending them off the cliff and into the dry valley below. "Spike," cried Ducky as she watched Spike slowly start following them.

"Woah, woah, Spike, stop," cried Petrie frantically as he and Ducky tried stopping Spike, only to fall into the valley with him as the ground underneath Spike broke apart.

They slid down the wall and stopped upon reaching the bottom. They weren't hurt, but that was the least of their concerns now. Just dues away from them, a fierce fight was going between Cera and Littlefoot. "You," exclaimed Cera as she charged towards Littlefoot and rammed into him.

This sent Littlefoot sliding backwards, but he swiftly came to his feet and faced Cera again. "LET ME GO," demanded Cera.

But Cera was shoved towards a rock and frustratedly charged back. Too afraid to watch the fight, Ducky, Petrie and Spike moved near a larger rock. Spike hid his face in the sand in fright as the pair continued their brawl. The two frustrated dinosaurs pushed against each other, but Cera was much stronger. She violently pushed Littlefoot aside, but this did little to stop the sauropod from fighting back. Ducky and Petrie swiftly rushed behind their rock as Spike slowly peeked and glimpsed at the fight. "Spike," lamented Ducky as Spike slowly slid towards the fight.

Littlefoot and Cera butted heads again. Spike swiftly joined Ducky and Petrie behind the rock as Cera yelled, "TAKE THAT!!"

Littlefoot got shoved towards it. He smashed into it, making it shake, as Spike hid his face again. But Cera was not pleased. She turned back to Littlefoot and rammed into him once again. This sent him sliding a short distance, but it was enough to wear him out. He turned back to Cera, who frowned at the Triceratops, before leaving with a scoff, having no remorse of her action. A tear swelled in his eye as Littlefoot, consumed with heartbreak, but frustrated as well, shivered before yelling out, "GO AHEAD! GO THE WRONG ROAD!! WE NEVER WANTED YOU WITH US ANY MATTER!!!"

Ducky, Petrie and Spike, seeing the fight was now over, slowly came out, but now weren't sure which road to go now. "C'mon," said Littlefoot as he started climbing a hillside, "we have to keep moving."

But Ducky, Petrie and Spike did not follow her or Littlefoot. Spike started following Cera while Littlefoot attempted to continue climbing his hill. "C'mon," shivered Littlefoot as he turned back to Ducky and Petrie.

But Ducky and Petrie, exhausted as well, yet did not follow. "Cera's road is easier," said Ducky.

"I think so...as well," added Petrie.

These words caused Littlefoot to frown furiously at the pair, seeing he was willing to follow Cera. Ducky and Petrie resumed climbing the hill with Littlefoot, but Petrie, feeling bad for them, tried desperately to catch up with him. "FLATHEAD, PLEASE, WAIT," he cried as he tried stopping him, barely able to get traction from the slipping stones below his feet. "DON'T BE FRUSTRATED," he pleaded before sliding down the hill, "WAAAAAAAIIIT!!!"

But Petrie was ignored. Ducky watched him climb the hill, feeling horrible as well, before reluctantly turning to where Cera was walking and calling out, "Cera! Wait for us! We're coming with you, Cera! CERA, SPIKE, WAIT!!"

Petrie mournfully followed Ducky as they followed Cera and Spike. Littlefoot carried ahead up the hill, yet extremely frustrated over what just happened. He never warned us why it happened, only that it wasn't his fault, and we never saw any of the others again.

In a barren landscape in the desert, a series of volcanoes and vents blasted out lava in violent eruptions. The lava exploding from these vents flowed into burning rivers of molten magma as the eruptions carried on. This was a harsh, unforgiving area, with little life. Amongst the roasted cliffs, jagged rocks and the tallest volcano though, were Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike. Having gone another road than Littlefoot's trail, they found themselves going through this deadly environment. Underneath the largest volcano, the group traveled down the path as small embers came down from above. Despite the dangerous surroundings, Cera was not paying attention, nor was she paying attention to the others behind her. "Uh, I wish Littlefoot was here with us now," said Ducky, afraid of what was around her.

"Mine as well," added Petrie.

Cera kept ignoring them as she grumpily proceeded through the volcanic land. As Spike walked through, he spotted a dry root sticking out from the toasted soil and licked his lips. "Spike," said Ducky before realizing what he was going to do and became frantic, "SPIKE! DO NOT STOP!! WE HAVE TO SHOP TOGETHER!!!"

Ahead of them, Cera continued going down her trail, with Petrie holding onto her frill. He hesitantly buzzed as he looked upon his surroundings as Cera pondered where to go next. She headed towards a broken cliff standing above a tar pit, where a few dinosaur skeletons lay where they last fell. She came to the edge of the cliff and gazed upon the tar, feeling uneasy about this and unwilling to fall in. The ground swiftly shook as another eruption started to go underway. Petrie slipped off of Cera's back as the ground shook, but managed to catch hold of her leg as Cera was ready to jump to the other side. She jumped and made it to the other side, but her action caused Petrie to incidentally lose his grip and plummet into the tar. He shrieked as he landed in the tar, but Cera, yet disregarding him and the others, did not turn around, leaving Petrie to his fate. "WOAH!! CERA, I'M FALLING OFF," he cried as he attempted to stay above the sticky tar, "CERA, DUCKY, SPIKE!! HEEELLLPPP!!!"

The large volcano erupted, sending huge amounts of smoke and ash into the heavens as Ducky frantically cried out in grief, "HELP, CERA!! CERA, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Ducky's desperate cry for help was heard by someone else, but unlike Cera, he ran as fast as he could down the rocky ground to get to his friend. It was Littlefoot. Knowing that Ducky was in serious danger, he saw Ducky and Spike trapped on the rock where the dry root was, and they were surrounded by lava. "LITTLEFOOT," cried Ducky upon seeing the sauropod.

"DUCKY," Littlefoot replied.

"HELP, LITTLEFOOT," pleaded Ducky.

"HANG ON, WE'RE COMING," exclaimed Littlefoot as he rushed down the hill to help them out of there.

Littlefoot reached ground level and saw Ducky and Spike's rock threatening to sink into the lava completely. Littlefoot looked around frantically for something that can help them get the two dinosaurs out of there. Luckily, it didn't take long, for they spotted a large rock that could form a bridge to their piece of land. He rammed into the rock in an attempt to knock it into the lava and form a bridge, but the rock was very heavy. "LITTLEFOOT," cried Ducky, almost incidentally falling off of Spike.

With one strong shove, Littlefoot eventually pushed the rock into the lava. Littlefoot came to the two and put Ducky on Spike, keeping her away from the lava. "FASTER, THIS WAY," said Littlefoot as they ran back onto dry land, leaving the rocks to sink into the lava completely.

With Ducky and Spike safe and sound, they rushed over to the tar pit, where Petrie was yet attempting to stay alive. "HANG ON, PETRIE," called Littlefoot as they rushed to the tar pit.

"HEEEELP," cried Petrie.

Together, they jumped into the tar, with Littlefoot wrapping his tail around a nearby taller, skinnier piece of rock sticking out from the tar to assure that they wouldn't sink in completely. Spike and Ducky came in front of him as he held onto Spike's tail. "Flathead, Ducky, Spike," exclaimed Petrie, barely above the tar surface, "oh, Petrie am so glad."

"Catch Petrie," exclaimed Littlefoot.

Petrie's head went under the tar, but Ducky, with her tail around Spike's muzzle, dove in after him, but she swiftly lost her grip on Spike's snout and was now sinking herself. "HEEELLLPPP," she cried as Petrie came onto Spike.

"DUCKY," cried Littlefoot.

With his feet gripping Spike's nostrils, Petrie caught Ducky's foot, but attempted to keep her above the tar. "PETRIE, FIRE," cried Littlefoot.

But the tar was sticking onto their bodies, making it harder and harder by the second to pull themselves free. Littlefoot, yet holding onto Spike's tail, attempted to pull all three of them out with all his might. He kept pulling to get them out, but the rock his tail was strapped around broke apart, sending him into the tar pit as well. Now all four of them were stuck. "HEEEELP," they cried.

Back with Cera, she had gone a distance from them, but like them, she was dealing with her own problems. "HEEELLLPPP," she cried as she ran as fast as she could.

Cera was being chased by a frustrated Pachycephalosaurus across the caverns. He charged after before jumping into the air and attempting to bash her with his thick skull. He missed, but Cera found herself face-to-face with another Pachycephalosaurus. She gasped before rushing the other road, dodging that domehead's attack as well. Frantically fleeing for her life, she kept running before encountering another domehead. She dove out of the road as the domehead jumped forward, smashing head to head with another Pachycephalosaur. Cera shrieked frighteningly as she fell to the ground. But as soon as she started to recover, the domeheads gathered around her, snarling viciously and getting ready to attack. "HELP ME! HELP ME!! HEEEELP," she cried louder.

But as it seemed it was game over for her, a loud, gurgling cry came from nearby. Everyone looked and to their complete shock, they saw something slowly approach them. It was a tall creature covered in tar, had some branches and bones around it, and it was unpleasant to gaze upon. The Pachycephalosauruses fled the scene while Cera backed off in complete disgust and horror. The creature approached the terrified Triceratops as she cowered in fright. "GET AWAY, GET AWAY FROM ME," she cried before the creature caught her tail and lifted her into the air, leaving her at its mercy and shrieking for dear life, "STOP THIS! LET ME GO!! HEEELLLPPP!!! HEEEELP!!!! PETRIE, SPIKE, DUCKY, HEEEEEELLLP!!!!!"

But the creature did not attack her. Instead, it kept hanging from above the ground as a familiar voice came from inside the tar. "Cera, it's us."

Cera swiftly recognized this voice and started calming down. It was Ducky. She shivered before realizing that it was just her friends, only with Littlefoot once again with them, and they were covered from head to toe in tar. Littlefoot's tail held onto Cera's tail as she took a moment to calm down. Petrie and Ducky were perched on Littlefoot, while Spike was at the bottom of the pile. As she did though, the others starting to giggle over what Cera just went through. Cera removed her tail from Littlefoot's grasp, but this made her fall into the slippery tar that was around them. The others laughed as Cera looked up at them and complained, "I knew it was you all along. I knew! I did!"

But they didn't stop laughing. Spike giggled a little himself. Cera, having seen enough, stormed off. "Oh, get out of my road," she complained as she started walking, trying to keep her firm posture, only to suddenly slip in some of the tar.

Everyone burst into laughter again as the tar slowly started dripping off their bodies. Cera stuck out her tongue at her and the others, only to suddenly bump into a large stalactite head on. Cera frowned at the laughing mockery before scoffing and walking off with her head held high. But Cera was no longer keeping her composure and instead looked like she was about to break down. "Cera," asked Ducky, feeling concerned.

"Cera, come back," called Littlefoot, concerned as well, "come back!"

But Cera did not come back. Upon getting out of their sight, Cera started to weep. Too proud to admit that she'd gone the wrong road, and feeling horribly embarrassed by what just happened back there, she couldn't hold in her despair and disgrace at all. She leaned on a patch of rock near the waterfall, thinking at what she did before burying her face with her arm, letting out a loud, anguished shriek.

Having escaped the mountains that burn and the deadly tar pits, Littlefoot and the others carried ahead. They reached a small lake where a few small turtles were swimming around in, and swam over a deep end that made up most of the lake. They swam across the lake before reaching the shallow edge on the other side. Petrie coughed, exhausted from what they had been through and from the journey. A loud growl suddenly erupted from above of them. This wasn't from the volcanoes they left behind, but to them, it was something much worse; something they instantly recognized. Petrie hesitantly looked up and shrieked, "AAHHHH!!!! SHARPTOOTH!!"

Everyone rushed behind a rock, taking Littlefoot with them and coming out of sight. They peeked from behind their rock and saw Sharptooth high above them on the mountaintop. "It's Sharptooth," said Ducky.

Scaling the tall mountain cliff edges, Sharptooth was patroling the area, searching for Littlefoot and the others. "Let's get rid of him once and for all," added Littlefoot.

"What have we done," asked Ducky, unsure of what to do.

"Look, we'll get him to the deep end of the pond," said Littlefoot as he looked at the deep end of the lake, "he can't swim with these skinny arms. I and Spike will push that big rock on top of his head and then he'll fall into the water. Petrie, you whistle if he's exactly in the right place, where the water gets dark. Now we need some bait. Huh…"

Littlefoot and the others slowly looked towards Ducky. It didn't take long for Ducky to realize that Littlefoot was referring to her. "Me," she asked before attempting to protest, "oh, dear. No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no."

Further up the mountain cliff, Sharptooth came into a cave and walked inside, trying to sniff out the group. It was dark in this cave, with many stalagmites and stalactites all over the place. He silently walked deeper into the cave as someone slowly and reluctantly followed him. It was Ducky. Having gotten to the top of the mountain, she hesitantly walked in, afraid of Sharptooth, but knowing that she had to lure him out. She saw Sharptooth straight ahead of her. He didn't see her right away, but she knew he could suddenly turn around and attack at any moment. She crept towards a tiny rock before Sharptooth let out a low growl. This caused Ducky to crouch behind the rock in fear. The humming duckbill peered over her tiny rock and, knowing that she had to get Sharptooth's attention, she growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "STEELE!!"

This yell was so loud that it echoed across the cave. She swiftly ducked for shelter as Sharptooth sharply turned his head around, snarling over the noise and knowing that someone was in there with him. Ducky slowly opened her eyes and peeked out from her hiding place again, but to her confusion, Sharptooth was no longer there. She looked around the premises, wondering where the T-Rex went, attempting to go further into the cave, before swiftly changing her mind and slowly backing toward the entrance. Moving step-by-step backwards, trying not to make a sound, she kept creeping towards the outdoors but all of a sudden, Sharptooth swiftly appeared behind her. Caught off guard, Ducky made a mad dash out of the cave, but Sharptooth was already on her tail. He dove after her, snapping his jaws rapidly, but he missed her. Sharptooth's attack caused Ducky to catch hold of the predator's nostrils as they both slid out of the cave and down the mountainside, towards the lake. "HEEELLLPPP," shrieked Ducky.

Sharptooth reached the shallow water as everyone else, now at their battle stations, watched in horror. "DUCKY," cried Littlefoot.

"Ducky," exclaimed Petrie.

Luckily for them, Ducky swiftly swam out of Sharptooth's hearing range, hiding underneath the cracks. Sharptooth came to his feet and frustratedly roared, trying to find his prey. Above, Petrie, stationed a few inches behind Littlefoot and Spike, saw that Sharptooth was in the right spot. After attempting to let out a whistle, he eventually let out a loud one that signaled to Littlefoot and Spike. Unfortunately, this caught Sharptooth's attention and he frowned what was going on up there. Not wasting another second, Littlefoot and Spike joined in their effort to shove the rock off the cliff. "PUSH, SPIKE!! PUSH WITH ALL YOUR POWER," said Littlefoot as they fought.

But the rock was extremely heavy and barely budging. Down below, Petrie, knowing that he had to distract Sharptooth and the pair above, threw a small stone at the predator. It hit his snout, and Petrie started laughing at him. But this only made Sharptooth lock his sights on the Pteranodon with vengeful eyes. He rammed his head into the wall, sending Petrie falling off his post and towards the T-Rex. "PETRIE," exclaimed Littlefoot.

Sharptooth lunged at Petrie, but missed. Sharptooth let out a blast of air from his nostrils as he roared in fury. This sent Petrie flying upwards. Petrie flapped his wings around in fright as he was launched into the air, but as he flapped, he didn't find himself falling this time or even slowly descend to the ground. Petrie realized that to his utter amazement that he was at last flying. "I'm flying," he muttered before joyfully celebrating as Littlefoot and Spike noticed what was going, "I'M FLYING! I'M FLYING!!"

But there was no time to celebrate Petrie's new achievement. Down below, Sharptooth found Ducky and relentlessly pursued her around the lake. "HEEEELP," cried Ducky as Sharptooth charged after her, smashing into the wall again.

Swiftly snapping out of their gaze at Petrie, Littlefoot and Spike resumed pushing the rock, but it yet wouldn't budge. Sharptooth resurfaced from the water, Ducky was on his snout. Frustrated at Sharptooth for harming his friend, Petrie gathered all his courage and launched himself into the air. Flapping his wings, he dove downwards and latched himself onto Sharptooth's blind eye, just before he could attack Ducky. "PETRIE," shrieked Ducky.

Sharptooth angrily flung his head around, trying to shake Petrie and Ducky off, but they didn't let go. Suddenly, he jumped into the air and landed right on the boulder, just inches above Littlefoot and Spike. This took the pair by surprise and they almost lost their balance. Sharptooth violently snapped his jaws towards them, missing them again, but this sent Littlefoot off his feet and right underneath Sharptooth's sharp teeth. But before Sharptooth could strike Littlefoot, before Petrie flew upwards and tried to keep Sharptooth's remaining eye shut, but this wasn't doing much to Sharptooth's attack. However, as it seemed they were doomed, everyone heard a loud cry coming from behind. Littlefoot recognized this cry before hearing someone shout out, "WE'RE COMING!!"

Littlefoot looked and to his complete shock, he saw Cera, charging at full speed towards the boulder. Sharptooth roared in rage again, but this allowed Cera to reach the boulder and hit right into it. This eventually gave the boulder the push it needed to go forward. "CERA!! YOU'RE BACK," exclaimed Littlefoot as they pushed the boulder together.

Eventually, the boulder was pushed off the cliff, taking Sharptooth with it. But Petrie attempted to fly off from the monster. But before he could even try to fly off, the rage-consumed Sharptooth caught his wings and pulled him down with him. "HEEEEEELLLP!!!"

The pair landed in the deep end of the lake as the boulder landed straight on Sharptooth, sending him underwater and into a watery grave. Above water, they watched the ripples from the huge splash started spreading out and fade away. Sharptooth did not resurface either, nor did they see him in the deep water. It became clear to them that Sharptooth was at long last dead. But what about Petrie? They waited for something to happen, but Petrie didn't resurface, hearing the frustrated duckbill shout his name. The dinosaurs felt the same amount of despair overcome them, for they also feared that Petrie didn't survive. They looked at each other with despair as Ducky started weeping. She was most devastated by Petrie's sacrifice. "I wish…my friend," she lamented, "poor Petrie."

Cera, also badly affected by what just happened to Petrie, looked at Ducky, feeling horrible for her, before turning back to the others. Littlefoot and Spike started walking off, with Cera right behind them. Ducky didn't follow. She stayed near the cliff edge, mourning the loss of her friend who managed to fly and help save them from Sharptooth's attack. "Poor little tyke," lamented Ducky as a tear ran down her face, "…Petrie."

As she mourned though, she heard someone gasping nearby, but it wasn't coming from Littlefoot, Cera or Spike. Climbing his road back to the top of the cliff, someone emerged and cried out in grief, "stop! Are you going without....Petrie?"

Ducky gasped as she opened her eyes. "Petrie," she asked, hopeful.

To her amazement, it was Petrie, exhausted and wet, but most reluctantly, alive and well. Filled with joy, Ducky rushed to Petrie and gave him a huge hug. "PETRIE!! YOU'RE SAFE," she exclaimed before rushing back to the others, "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Back with Littlefoot, he had already walked a distance from the group. He was deeply saddened that they lost a good friend on this adventure. He kept moving down the trail before reaching the top of another cliff, overlooking the lake. But as he grieved over what just happened, a familiar voice spoke to him from above. "Littlefoot."

This voice was soothing and motherly. Littlefoot looked up into the heavens and saw the clouds forming into a shape. To Littlefoot's shock, they formed into the silhouette of an Apatosaurus. It was looking down at Littlefoot as the voice spoke once again. "Littlefoot."

"Mother," cried Littlefoot.

Littlefoot gazed upon the cloud that was shaped like his mother, unsure at how to comprehend this. "Littlefoot," the calm voice called again as the clouds slowly started blowing off.

"Mother," asked Littlefoot before expressing his despair, "I…I tried to do what you warned me…but it's just too difficult," he said, feeling hopeless, "…I'll never go find the Great Valley."

As Littlefoot wallowed in his grief, he noticed the clouds blowing off in the breeze. "Mother? MOTHER!! DON'T GO, MOTHER," Littlefoot frantically pleaded, "DON'T GO!!"

He rushed after the clouds as they blew off in the heavens. He came onto the mountain and chased after the clouds. He chased the blowing clouds through a cavern. He rushed through the entrance and swiftly came out of an exit where the clouds were going. Upon coming out, he skidded his run to a halt and gazed upon the clouds looming over him. Once again, they formed the shape of an Apatosaurus. Littlefoot was taken aback by what he was seeing. As he looked upon the beautiful cloud, a beam of light shone through, just around the chest of the cloud formation, almost like it was coming from the heart. This light was shining on Littlefoot, before it slowly started expanding to the land around him. Littlefoot noticed the land ahead of him, but it was too dark for him to comprehend. Was it more of the desert that tormented him throughout the adventure? Was it another perilous obstacle? But as the light expanded further, the illumination revealed the landscape below him, and this made Littlefoot gasp in shock. It was a large valley filled with forests, open prairies, some small mountain ranges and a river flowing it. Not only that, but it was green, fresh and filled with life. It was a marvelous sight for the sauropod to behold, and to Littlefoot, it became clear what this was. "The Great Valley," he said as he gazed upon the beautiful land in awe.

Littlefoot just knew that this was it; the Great Valley. The land was beautiful, it had plenty of fresh green food and water and there were hundreds of dinosaur herds of many species down below, just like his mother warned him. And his heart knew that this was where he had to go. Beyond amazed himself to see this wonderful place, Littlefoot swiftly turns back and shouts out, "CERA, SPIKE, DUCKY, PETRIE, OVER HERE!!"

The remaining four rushed through the cavern and met up with Littlefoot, they gazed upon the beautiful landscape that was now their new home. "Littlefoot, you found it! Yes, yes, yes," said Ducky.

"We did it," cheered Littlefoot, "we did it together!"

Together, the five friends happily ran down into the valley, laughing and cheering as they did so. They had successfully accomplished their mission of reaching the valley. This beautiful landscape was all they dreamed it would be; a land of green, of leaves and life. There were waterfalls, grassy meadows, enough tree stars to feast on forever and gazing upon them…their families. Spike, with an equally happy Ducky on his back, ran through a waterfall, happily running through the paradise. He slid through the shallow water of the pond as the two of them met up with Ducky's family. Two Saurolophus adults, one the mother, the other the father, grew with happiness upon seeing their daughter alive and well, as well as meeting the young Stegosaurus. Ducky's siblings came swimming from underwater and happily reunited with Ducky, while also taking the chance to meet Spike. "This is our new brother Spike," said Ducky.

The siblings swam around the happy spiketail as the parents knelt down to meet the new member of their family. They welcomed him into their home while embracing with Ducky. Nearby, Petrie flew onto a branch where his mother and siblings awaited him. "Momma, I'm a flyer," cheered Petrie as he hugged his mother and showed off his wing power.

The mother, amazed with her son's new ability, hugged him once again, beyond happy to have him back and to see that he was grown since they were separated. In another part of the valley, Cera came running through a grassy prairie. "DADDY," he exclaimed.

"Cera?"

Running through a patch of flowers, Cera eventually found his father, also alive and well. The father knelt down for a headbutt from his daughter, but Cera stopped just below him and happily said, "daddy."

The father grinned at his daughter and nuzzled with her, happy that she was back with him, all safe and sound. From a nearby hill, Littlefoot saw dinosaur herds of many species reuniting with their family members, interacting with each other, laughing and having a great time together. He had found his grandmother and grandfather at last, the same loving faces he looked into on the day of his birth. He embraced with the two happy adults before looking upon them with a huge grin on his face. A series of flashbacks came flowing through his head, starting with the day he hatched from his egg. Ever since he was born, he was given hope and love from his family, both of which helped motivate him through his hardships and help bestow him the wonderful facts that helped him get to the Great Valley from having new friends to getting to know them and holding onto his desire to get to the valley and urge the others to follow suit. The result of his success gave him not only a new home, but also a herd that he created through his will to keep moving. "LITTLEFOOT," called Cera happily, "c'mon, I'll race you."

Littlefoot turned back to Cera and ran with her to the top of another hill, where they met up with Ducky, Petrie and Spike and huddled with each other. Their mission was complete, their lives changed for the better, and their brand new life together could now continue as a family. And they all grew up together in the valley, generation upon generation, and each passing on to the next tale of their ancestors' journey to the valley…long ago.

Executive Producers SHERYL STAMPS LEACH DENNIS DESHAZER

Supervising Producer JIM ROWLEY

Senior Producer JEFF GITTLE

Producer LINDA HOUSTON

Director FRED HOLMES

Writer PERRI VERDINO-GATES

Consulting Producer BEN VAUGHN

Educational Specialists MARY ANN DUDKO, Ph.D. MARGIE LARSEN, M.Ed.

Performance Director PENNY WILSON

Production Designer BOB LAVALLEE

Music Director JOE PHILLIPS SOUNDELUX, FLORIDA

Cast: Barney's Voice • BOB WEST Barney's Costume • DAVID JOYNER Baby Bop's Voice • JULIE JOHNSON Baby Bop's Costume • JEFF AYERS

Cast: Chip • LUCIEN DOUGLAS Kristen • SARA HICKMAN Kim • ERICA RHODES Robert • ANGEL VELASCO Miss Etta Kette • BRICE ARMSTRONG Scooter McNutty • TODD DUFFY

Production Manager CHARLOTTE SPIVEY

Associate Director ERIC NORBERG

Art Director ELIZABETH SAGAN VELTEN

Wardrobe Supervisor/Designer LISA ODETTE ALBERTSON

Lighting Designer KEN CRAIG

Lighting Director MURRAY CAMPBELL

Stage Manager JENA ATCHISON

Post Production Supervisor DAVID BAERTSCH

Technical Operations Supervisor RANDY BREEDLOVE

Editors LAURA CARGILE MCKEE SMITH

Audio Director DAVID BOOTHE

Production Audio RON BALENTINE

Make-Up Design JEANIE L. D'IORIO

Manager of Music Services JILL HANCE

Manager of Talent Services JULIE HUTCHINGS

Script Supervisor CATHERINE REYNOLDS

Original Barney, Baby Bop and B.J. costumes by IRENE COREY DESIGN ASSOCIATES

"I Love You" lyrics by LEE BERNSTEIN (BMI) Melody Traditional © Shimbarah Music (BMI)

Produced by The Lyons Group and Connecticut Public Television

For Connecticut Public Television Executive in Charge LARRY RIFKIN

Barney and the Backyard Gang™ and Barney & Friends® were originally developed by SHERYL LEACH, KATHY PARKER and DENNIS DESHAZER.

Executive in Charge RICHARD C. LEACH

Copyright © 1988 Lyons Partnership, L.P. All rights reserved. The names and the characters Barney and B.J. "Barney & Friends" and the Barney and children logo are Reg. U.S. Pat. & Tm Off. The name and characters Baby Bop are trademarks of Lyons Partnership, L.P.