Ice Age Page #2

I see. Can't have one of your own,

so you want to adopt.

Look, I'm sorry to interrupt

your snack, but we gotta go.

The baby? Please.

I was returning him to his herd.

Oh, yeah. Nice try, bucktooth.

- Callin' me a liar?

- I didn't say that.

You were thinkin' it.

I don't like this cat. He reads minds.

- Name's Diego, friend.

- Manfred, and I'm not your friend.

Fine, Manfred. If you're lookin' for the

humans, you're wastin' your time. They left.

Thanks for the advice. Now beat it.

I'll help you bring it to its herd,

but leave me alone after that.

- Okay. Okay, deal. What's your problem?

- You are my problem.

I think you're stressed, so you eat too much.

It's hard to get fat on a vegan diet.

I'm not fat. It's all this fur.

It makes me look poofy.

All right, you have fat hair.

But when you're ready to talk, I'm here.

What are you doin'? Just drop it on the ledge.

- We should make sure they found him.

- Good idea.

No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Don't spear me.

- This is a problem.

- Now what?

That's perfect.

- I told you they were gone.

- Look who it is.

Don't you have some

poor animal to disembowel?

They couldn't be far. I mean,

they went this way, or this way?

You don't know much

about tracking, do you?

I'm a sloth. I see a tree,

eat a leaf. That's my tracking.

You didn't miss them by much.

It's still green.

They headed north two hours ago.

It's still green.

They headed north two hours ago.

You don't need this aggravation.

Give me the baby. I can

track humans down a lot faster than you.

And you're just a good citizen helpin' out?

- I just know where the humans are going.

- Glacier Pass.

Everybody knows they have

a settlement on the other side.

Unless you know how to track, you'll never

reach them before snow closes the pass.

Which should be, like, tomorrow.

So, you can give that baby to me,

or go get lost in a blizzard. It's your choice.

Here's your little bundle of joy.

We're returning it to the humans.

The big, bad tigey-wigey gets left behind.

Poor tigey-wigey.

Sid, tigey-wigey is gonna lead the way.

Manny, can I talk to you for a second?

No. The sooner we find the humans,

the sooner I get rid of Mr Stinky Drool-Face,

and the baby, too.

You won't always have

Jumbo around to protect you.

And when that day comes, I suggest you

watch your back, 'cause I'll be chewin' on it.

Hey, Uber-tracker.

Up front, where I can see you.

Help me.

Oh, you gotta make it stop.

I can't take it any more.

I've eaten things that didn't

complain this much.

He won't stop squirming.

- You're holding it wrong.

- Watch its head!

Just put it down!

Jeez, "pick him up, put him down... "

Its nose is dry.

That means something's wrong with it.

- Someone should lick it. Just in case.

- I'll do it.

- He's wearing one of those baby thingies.

- So?

So if he poops, where does it go?

Humans are disgusting.

Okay, you. Check for poop.

Hey, why am I the poop-checker?

Because returning the runt

was your idea,

because you're small and insignificant,

and because I'll pummel you

if you don't.

- Why else?

- Now, Sid!

Ew! Yuck! Ew!

I mean, my goodness.

All right, look out, look out.

Coming through.

- Hey, watch out!

- Stop wavin' that thing around.

Ooh, I'm gonna slip!

Whoa!

It's clean. Got ya!

Will you cut it out?

Hey, do that again. He likes it.

It's makin' me feel better too.

Here, you hold it.

Turn him towards me.

Where's the baby?

There he is.

Where's the baby?

There he is!

Stop it. You're scarin' him.

I bet he's hungry.

- How about some milk?

- Ooh, I'd love some.

Not you. The baby.

Well, I ain't exactly lactating right now, pal.

You're a little low on the food chain

to be mouthing off, aren't...

Enough!

Food!

I don't know, but I've been told

I don't know, but I've been told

End of the world be mighty cold

Prepare for the Ice age!

Protect the dodo way of life!

Survival separates the dodos from the beasts!

Protect the dodo way of life!

Prepare for the Ice age!

- Ice age?

- I've heard of these crackpots.

- Intruders.

- Now, don't fall in.

- If you do, you will definitely...

- Intruders. Intruder...

...burn and die.

Hey, can we have our melon back?

Junior's hungry and...

No way. This is our private

stockpile for the Ice age.

Subarctic temperatures will force us

underground for a billion, billion years.

So you got three melons?

If you weren't smart enough to plan ahead,

then doom on you!

- Doom on you. Doom on you.

- Doom on you. Doom on you.

- Doom on you.

- Get away from me.

Doom on you...

Oh, no! No!

Retrieve the melon.

Tae kwon dodos, attack!

- The melon.

- The melon, the melon, the melon...

There goes our last female.

- Got it, got it, got it.

- Don't got it.

- The last melon.

- The last melon.

Ah, Sid! Now we gotta find more food.

Right, more to the right. Right, right, right.

- Look at that. Dinner and a show.

- Left, left, left.

Now to find a meal

befitting a conquering hero.

What ho? A foe? Come on,

come on. You want a piece of me?

Spoils worthy of such a noble...

Bedtime, squirt.

The triumphant return.

Huh? Oh, that.

I'm so full. How about a good-night

kiss for your big buddy, Sid?

- He's asleep.

- I was talking to you.

Fine, I'll tuck myself in.

All right, good night.

Will you stop it?

All right, all right. I was trying to relax.

Oy.

- What the...?

- Slice me. It'll be the last thing you ever do.

- I'm workin' here, you waste of fur.

- Frustrated, Diego?

Tracking down helpless infants

too difficult for you?

- What are you two doin' here?

- Soto's getting tired of waiting.

Yeah, he said "Come back with the baby,

or don't come back at all. "

I have a message for Soto.

Tell him I'm bringing the baby.

And tell him I'm bringing...

a mammoth.

- A mammoth?

- Mammoths never travel alone.

This one does,

and I'm leading him to Half Peak.

Look at all that meat. Let's get him.

Not yet. We'll need the whole pack

to bring this mammoth down.

Get everyone ready.

Now.

- Where's the baby?

- You lost it?

- Sid!

- Sid!

It's so ugly. Positively adorable.

Hello, pumpkin. Hello, little baldy bean.

- Where'd you find it?

- The poor kid, all alone in the wild.

Sabres were closing in on him.

- So I just snatched him.

- So brave.

Yeah, well, he needed me,

and I only wish I had one of my own, too.

Really? I find that attractive in a male.

Alas. Who wouldn't want

a family, I always say.

- Where've you been hiding?

- Yeah, well, you know...

Cute kid, huh? So, as I was saying, ladies...

Hey. Hi, Manny.

What's the matter with you?

Excuse me, ladies. You just keep

marinating and I'll be right back.

Sexy.

He's not much to look at,

but it's so hard to find a family guy.

Tell me about it.

All the sensitive ones get eaten.

No, no, no. Manny, please,

I'm begging you. I need him.

- A good-lookin' guy like you?

- You say that, but you don't mean it.

No, seriously. Look at you.

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