The Land Before Time XIV: Journey of the Brave Page #3

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(SNORING CONTINUES)

Okay, Spike, let's keep going.

(STRAINING)

(YAWNS)

(SNORING RESUMES)

(YAWNS)

Ducky.

(YAWNS)

Nothing makes me tired

like almost getting

eaten by Sharpteeth.

(YAWNS)

(YAWNS)

Petrie so sorry.

We find your dad tomorrow.

(ALL SNORING)

Littlefoot isn't here,

and Cera should be home by now, too.

I haven't seen Petrie either.

Oh, dear. I assumed Spike

and Ducky were still out playing.

I suspect the young ones

have gone looking

for Littlefoot's father.

Cera, too?

(STOMPS)

What was she thinking?

We have to find them right away.

I saw Littlefoot listening closely

to what Wild Arms said.

I would guess he went

the way he described.

Thankfully, there's some light

from the night circle.

We'll leave now.

I'll ask Wild Arms to guide us.

(SOFTLY)

We should go, too!

(SOFTLY) Yes, but let's

not let them know we're going, too.

(WIND HOWLING)

(ROARING IN DISTANCE)

(SHUDDERS)

(WHIMPERING)

(ROARING CONTINUES)

Okay, guys.

Ah... (CHUCKLES)

I'm sure you can find

the Fire Mountain without me.

I mean I'd love to come,

but, uh, I got a thing

to do, and it's called

"live."

We need all the help

we can get, Wild Arms,

with these little ones

out here all by themselves.

Of all the wild stunts

these young ones have pulled,

this is the worst.

We'll find them,

Mr. Threehorn.

We've got to.

(ALL SNORING)

(SIGHS)

Through there is the Land

of the Feather-Head Sharpteeth.

Right, Mr. Wild Arms?

You mean the land of certain death?

Yes, that is it.

Okay?

Or we can just be sensible

and go back now.

I vote sensible.

Who's with me?

I mean, come on. How do we even know

if the little ones came this way?

Well, what do you think, Chomper?

Chomper?

I believe we have some followers.

Chomper?

Ruby?

CHOMPER:
I don't know

what you mean.

We're not here.

It's okay.

Come on out.

Hello, everybody, everybody, hello.

Hi.

(SCREAMS) Sharptooth!

Run! Save yourself!

(SHUDDERING)

(CHUCKLES) No need

for panic, Mr. Wild Arms.

Chomper here is a friend.

Uh, have you taken

a good look at his teeth?

(CHUCKLES) It's all right,

Mr. Wild Arms.

Chomper only eats bugs.

We don't need another Sharptooth

when we're walking into

a whole land of Sharpteeth.

Oh, finally someone who's sensible!

Up top!

Okay.

Four more eyes are four

more chances to find them.

Please?

(SIGHS)

Well,

guess we can't just send

you two back on your own.

BOTH:
Yay!

(BOTH CHEERING)

Hey, Mr. Wild Arms.

(EXHALES)

(LAUGHS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Would you mind, Mr. Threehorn?

I knew I'd end up carrying him

sooner or later.

(WILD ARMS GROANING)

Chomper, can you smell if Littlefoot

and the others went this way?

Uh-huh.

(SNIFFING)

Littlefoot. Cera.

I smell them all.

Come on, through here.

(SNIFFING)

CERA:
You said we'd find

the moving water by now.

It should be around the bend.

That's what you said two bends ago!

(STOMACH GROWLING)

(GASPS)

Sharpteeth!

Do not worry, Petrie,

that is just Spike's belly.

Oh. (SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

We're all hungry!

And thirsty!

I have an idea.

I'm going to go up there

and look around.

You all wait here.

Hmm.

LITTLEFOOT:
I see it!

The Fire Mountain.

And there, the moving water

leads right to it.

But how come

we can't find it?

(GASPS)

Can I see, Littlefoot?

Um, uh...

(GASPS)

Spike?

I don't know

if you should come up here.

Oh!

Petrie want to see, too.

CERA:
Hey, wait for me.

Um...

I think this ledge is too small

to hold all of us.

I want to see for myself.

Cera...

(SIGHS)

We're nowhere near the moving water.

It should be around...

"Around the bend."

I don't think you know

where we're going.

We should have gone my way!

(THUDDING)

(ALL GASP)

(CRACKING)

Oops.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(MUFFLED STRAINING)

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

Nice going, Littlefoot!

Me? I told you not to come up there!

None of this would have happened

if we went through the Long Valley,

like I said.

If we went on instead of stopping

last night I'd be with my dad!

You wouldn't be anywhere without me.

You? You're just slowing me down.

You all are.

(ALL GASPING)

I'd be better off alone.

You want to be alone, that's fine!

Fine!

I'm gonna find the Long Valley.

I know where that will lead.

You coming with me?

(GROANS SADLY)

Good.

We're better off without him.

(SINGING)

Who needs friends to slow you down

Wasting our time

with too much talking

Who needs friends to grumble and frown

(SQUEAKING)

When we should just keep walking

I'm just fine

On my own

(GASPS)

I will be better off alone

Who needs friends who get you lost

And don't wanna listen

when you tell them

That you know the best way to go

And you're just trying to help them

Might as well

Talk to this stone

Ow!

I'm sure I'm better off alone

And who needs friends

Who needs friends

To boss me around

To boss me around

BOTH:
That's really hard to swallow

Can't she see?

Can't he see?

It's so clear to me

It's so clear to me

BOTH:
I should lead...

And she should follow?

And he should follow?

BOTH:
My mistake

I should have known

I would be better off alone

I'm sure I'm better off alone

We're so much better off alone

I guess

I'm better off alone

(WIND WHOOSHING)

Huh?

It's too soon to be dark.

(GASPS)

Oh, no!

Sand cloud!

Cera? Guys?

(GROANS)

Petrie feel bad.

(MOANS IN AGREEMENT)

Spike, too.

Me, three.

I miss Littlefoot.

(WIND WHOOSHING)

Petrie hate wind!

(YELLS)

(GASPS) Petrie!

Help!

Hurry, Spike.

Hurry.

(GASPS)

Guys?

(GASPING)

Sand cloud!

(GASPS)

ETTA:
Don't tell me you're thinking

about going back out there.

That's a sand cloud,

case you didn't notice.

My friends are out there!

Well, then you'd best hope

they find some shelter like you.

You don't understand.

They're only out here because of me.

Well, getting yourself killed is not

a way I ever heard of showing you care.

Nothing you can do

but wait out the storm.

(GROWLING)

Mmm.

Nope, not dead.

You still got time

to grow up and learn to listen.

(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(GRUNTING)

(SPLUTTERING)

Ducky?

Spike?

Petrie?

(GASPS)

Who's there?

(BOTH GASPING)

(BOTH SIGHING)

(SIGHS) Spike.

What are you doing sneaking up on me?

Where's Ducky?

(BOTH GASPING)

(SPLUTTERING)

Here I am.

Good.

What about Petrie?

The wind tooked him away.

Oh, great!

I guess we'll have to look for him.

What about Littlefoot?

He's probably far off by now.

I'll bet he missed the storm.

I do not know.

Well, I do.

Let's go find Petrie.

The storm covereded

everything with sand.

Which way?

(MOANS IN AGREEMENT)

Um, that way.

I do not think that's right.

No, no, no.

Well, I say it is.

Come on.

Petrie! Petrie!

Where is he?

(SHIVERING)

Ducky?

Spike?

Anybody?

(SHOUTING)

Anybody at all?

(GASPS)

(WHIMPERS)

Littlefoot! Cera!

(SCREAMING) Help!

(WHIMPERS)

Nice diggers.

Nice diggers.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

(WHIMPERS)

(WHIMPERS)

No!

(GRUNTS)

No eat Petrie!

ALL:
More.

(GULPING) More?

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