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Well, that's not what I'm angry about...

What is that?

Hey, that's not the kids

or the time machine!

So, what is it?

It's a dinosaur egg.

If I'm not mistaken, a T-Rex!

Excuse me?

If there's an egg

from the Cretaceous Period in my garage,

that means matter transferal

must have taken place.

And that means, somehow the kids,

they must have gotten

my time machine to work.

Excuse me?

They've gone back

millions of years in the past.

Excuse me!

Now, don't panic, Sue!

It's just a matter of reversing...

What exactly are you saying?

I really hate this place.

- Will you shut up?

- Sorry.

Mr. Sarco?

Mr. Other Sarco? We're back.

Your prodigal henchmen have returned.

Mr. Sarco? Mr. Other Sarco?

There you are.

Looking good.

What took you idiots so long?

They were out there goofing around.

Let's eat them now before they goof

the meat off their bones.

Don't eat me! I'm mostly fat!

If we don't relocate soon,

we won't have a choice.

With all the earthquakes

and the rising tar,

the pickings are getting slim down here.

Soon, nothing in the Lower Valley

will survive.

And when we get rid of Tyra,

the Upper Valley is ours for the taking.

We need an edge,

which is where you come in.

So you better have brought us

some good news,

or start hoping we can eat you

in just one bite.

We've got news all right, bosses.

News you can use.

Tyra's had babies! Three of them!

Yeah! They're really cute.

You just wanna pinch their widdle cheeks!

More adoptions?

No, she said they were her own!

And it looks like

there's another egg still in her nest!

Another egg?

If it was taken, she'd come look for it.

And then we can take care of her,

once and for all.

My babies' first night of life.

I can't wait to teach them

everything I know.

And one day watch them take down

their first Corythosaurus

with just their bare claws

and their fangs.

You know, it's kind of hard to actually

picture them doing that, but maybe.

- Okay. Into bed with you now.

- Nighty-night.

Now's our chance to go...

to look for the power key.

No way. You are not

leaving me all alone,

millions of years in the past,

in the middle of the night!

Fine.

But we're going in the morning

before our dino-mom wakes up.

Sue! Sue, will you calm down a little?

No! Going back to shaking you

as soon as I catch my breath.

Listen. The time machine

has an automatic system

that returns it three hours after it left

to minimize time stream disruption.

So the time machine

should show up in five,

four, three, two,

One!

I guess the clocks are broken.

Okay, now we go to Plan B.

- What's Plan B?

- Start thinking of Plan C.

Look at it scientifically.

Three pairs of eyes looking for a power key

is better than two, right?

- Do you see anything?

- Nope, nothing back here.

- Did you hear that?

- Hear what?

That!

Bet it's just that weird

little dinosaur again.

It doesn't sound like that weird little...

It's coming closer!

Okay, maybe you're right.

Hey, wait for me!

Got you!

You can thank me later.

Ernie!

Oh, Mom's gonna be so mad!

Ernie, what do we do?

Grab some logs!

I don't wanna lose my brothers

and sisters! I've just met them!

Wait for me!

- What do we do now?

- Enjoy the ride!

Boulder!

Big, big boulder!

Max, grab on to Julia!

- What are you gonna do?

- I'm inventing a new sport!

Oh, boy!

Ernie!

Oh, great.

Okay, I'm gonna explain the plan

one more time,

and I swear if you don't get it,

I'll dump you in a tar pit myself!

Even if you don't understand,

pretend like you do.

We sneak up on Tyra's nest,

and the first time she walks away,

we go in there and... take the egg.

I'm looking forward

to the sneaking up part!

I'm a really good sneaker!

Something bit me!

What animal would be desperate enough

to bite you, stink bag?

Help him pull it out.

Me? Why do I always have to pull

stuff out of his feet? Why not you?

Because I'm a smacker!

You see? Not a puller!

I am gonna smack him some day.

It tickles!

Hold still, you big-footed bean-brain.

You got crust between your toes!

Oh, that's leftover lizard.

Watch out! You're gonna make me...

- Man, you're disgusting!

- Oh, boy, that was bad.

Will you just pull it out already?

We've got work to do.

Yeah! But never again.

- On a scale...

- Three hundred and fifty!

Boo-yah!

Ernie, is he making fun of me?

Ernie! Ernie! Ernie!

Hey! He can talk!

He's just repeating what we say,

but that's incredible!

You did great, helping us

dodge around all those rocks.

I'm gonna call you Dodger.

Dodger?

Dodger, Dodger, Dodger, Dodger, Dodger!

Check it out.

Alamosauruses!

Those things live like forever!

I told Tyra too much red meat is not good

when you are pregnant, and look!

They're all runts.

Lambeosauruses! Don't worry.

They're strictly vegetarian.

Dude. What are you now?

Like a workout freak?

Haven't you heard?

It's survival of the fittest.

Hey, Pterodactyls!

If those things are gonna protect us

from the Sarcos, we're all dead.

We'll be safer at my mother's. Come on.

This is really amazing!

And you would never have seen this

if I hadn't broken Mom's rules.

Okay, this was worth it. We can go back.

What? To the nest?

No, to...

What's the matter?

Nothing, I...

Looks like Mom's here, after all.

Some sitter you turned out to be, Orphan.

I thought I could trust you with my babies.

They could have gone into the Lower Valley,

and if the Sarcos...

Hey, I was keeping an eye on them.

At least one of my eyes!

Maybe the other eye.

I never know what it's gonna do.

But, Mom, you know, kids are gonna test you.

That's what they do!

Except me, I'm a pretty good kid!

Well, then, if they're going to start

wandering off on their own,

it's time to teach them to survive

without me there to protect them.

Mom, they're a lot tougher then they look.

And they called me Dodger. I kind of like it.

Ernie? Ernie?

I'm coming, Dodger, I'm coming,

but I've gotta find that power key.

Power key.

Don't get me wrong. You and Dino-Mom

are great, and this place is amazing!

Amazing! Amazing!

It's just not home.

Home?

Home! Home! Home!

Was I gonna let some little,

teeny raptor scare me?

Heck, no.

Yeah!

Awesome!

Boo-yah!

Thought of anything yet?

I'm sort of stuck on Max surrounded

by carnivorous dinosaurs. You?

Aren't you supposed to be the scientist?

Yes. Yes, I am!

And I should be approaching

getting our kids back

like any other scientific problem.

Okay, the time machine

moves up the chronal streams

toward their starting point.

- So for the kids to get back to us...

- Wait.

Why do they have to come back to us?

- Is that a trick question?

- No. I mean, we could go to them!

- We don't have another time machine.

- But you built one!

Yes, but it took four years

of trial and error.

That's because you never had the PTA

Mother of the Year managing your time!

Please, just give me half an hour

to find that power key.

I've got to find that power key,

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