The War Room Page #3

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He'll only eat one of us.

The slower one, right?

On second thought,

we better stick together!

Over here, under those logs!

I think we lost him. The smoke

is disguising our scent.

Really? You think?

His tongue touched me! I was

literally on the tip of his tongue!

Dad!

I knew he'd come back for me!

For us! You mean, us!

Right, I said us.

Get him, Dad!

Stomp his butt!

Yeah, get him, Dad!

Do you think he'll win?

What are you talking about?!

Dad always wins.

Always. Right?

I mean, he's got to.

But this time, Bulldust,

the great Pachyrhinosaur...

...the most feared

and respected of his tribe...

...had met his match.

On that day,

noble blood was spilled...

...while noble

blood looked on.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay,

it's gonna be okay.

Anyone out there?

Can anyone hear us?

Hello?

Mom?

Dad?

Scowler, you see anything?

Hello, anyone out there?

Hello? Mom!

- Patchi.

- Dad!

Patchi, come on,

we've gotta keep moving.

But what if they come back?

I don't know.

They'll find us.

Gotta get to the herd, okay?

Yeah, but Scowler,

I'm just saying,

what's the harm in

waiting a little?

I'm sure they'd

do the same for us.

They're not coming back, okay?

Hello, Mom?

I'm not giving up. Dad! Dad?!

Aw, poor kid.

I wish I could help.

Hey, somebody's coming!

Dad?

It's Major! Major!

Major, it's us!

Major!

Oh, Major,

I'm so happy to see you!

It was crazy! There was

this fire, then these mean

psycho Gorges

came out of nowhere.

But Dad fought them off

and now he's gone...

- Oh, okay.

- Geez.

Good talk.

Huh. He seemed kind of busy.

I guess he's

leader of the herd now.

Come on, follow me!

Um, if he's the leader of the

herd, why am I following you?

'Cause I'm still

the leader of you! Come on!

All right. I'm coming.

We've got to stick together. It's

just you and me now, all right?

Pay attention,

and watch your back.

Yeah, I got it. Ooh!

Sorry, ladies.

Sweet pond scum, it's her!

She looks amazing.

Hey! Hey. Over here!

Juniper!

It's me! Uh, the guy with

the hole in his head?

Hey, Patchi,

you migrating with us now?

I've been looking

all over for you.

I went back to

the waterfall so many times.

But it was weird, it was

like you just disappear...

Aw, come on!

Oh, I see,

playing hard to get. Nice.

I feel ya.

Hey, Juniper, wait up!

Wait for me!

What're you doing?

Who you talking to?

Um, a friend.

A friend? Since when

do you have friends?

I have tons of friends.

Wait. Hold on! It's a girl, isn't it?!

What?

Patchi's got a girlfriend.

She's not my girlfriend.

You might be crushing a little.

Whose side are you on, Alex?

My side.

Admit it.

You're crushing hard.

Nope. Am not.

Give up!

She's out of your league!

But Scowler's heckling was

not Patchi's only problem...

...for the north wind

had started to blow...

...revealing a musical side effect

to Patchi's perforated head.

What is that noise?

Wait, is that me?

Is my head whistling?

Maybe nobody will notice.

Whoa, what was that?

Ave, ya-ya,

please turn that off.

Are you okay?

Yeah, just whistling out of my hole.

No biggie.

Told you you'd blow it.

Get it? Blow it.

Patchi, is that sound

really coming out of your head?

Uh, yeah it is.

Well, I think it's cool.

You're kidding, right?

No, I'm not.

Hey, I wish my

frill could whistle.

Yeah, I wish my tail rattled.

We could do a duet.

Ow, Scowler!

Butt out, Scowler!

She's my friend.

Shouldn't you ask

her mom for permission?

I don't need to get permission

from her mom!

Patchi.

Unless, of course, she is

standing right behind me.

Which she is!

What a nice surprise!

Hello, Mrs. Juniper's... mom.

Okay.

- Bye, Patchi.

- Bye-bye, then.

Good to see you.

"Good to see you"? Seriously?

Worst migration, ever.

The winter rains

soon descended...

...casting a pall over the valley

and all who dwelled within.

The continuous downpour soaked the

ground and dampened spirits...

...leaving many in

a very grumpy mood.

We traveled days on end.

Soon, days turned into weeks,

weeks turned into weekends...

...weekends turned

into long weekends.

Well, you get the picture.

By and by, there we were.

Just a few short miles

from the last mountain pass...

...on the way to

the winter grounds.

Many creatures had made

the arduous journey...

...not only by land,

but on the wing...

...soaring high above

the pastoral terrain.

Pterosaur, meaning

winged lizard, carnivore.

While the poor earthbound

creatures plodded along...

...those of us blessed with

certain aerodynamic qualities...

...could cover hundreds

of miles in a single...

Hey, watch it!

I have the right of way here!

You won't get away with this!

You better watch your backs!

I know some very

unsavory people.

Sky hogs!

As I was saying, there it was,

the final mountain pass.

Also known as the Widow-maker,

Dead Man's Canyon, Ambush Alley.

It had a lot of names.

Interesting sidebar

for the scientifically-minded.

Did you know that the Pterosaur

has no natural predators?

Are you sure about that?

Yes, of course.

I don't make this stuff up.

Fascinating creatures, you know,

light enough to stay airborne...

...yet powerful enough to travel

great distances without rest.

Really?

And no natural predators?

ALEX". Nope. Not even one.

The Pterosaur

lives a charmed life.

Uh-oh.

I think you might have

just jinxed that guy, Alex.

Sorry, boss, that's on me!

Keep it real, buddy!

Did I mention that the Pterosaur

did have one natural predator...

the Gorgosaurus.

Gorgosaurus, meaning

fierce lizard, carnivore.

Nicely done. But I think a

little more is needed with this guy.

Allow me to elaborate.

Weighing in at nearly

two and a half tons...

...the Gorgosaur

measured roughly

26 feet from

the tip of his tail...

...to the top of his noggin, and

if you like teeth, he's got teeth.

60 of them, and razor sharp.

Perfect for tearing through

flesh and splintering bones.

His powerful legs propel him

to blazing speeds of up to...

...well, no one really knows, but

he certainly was faster than you.

He was equipped with an uncanny

sense of smell,

razor sharp vision...

...and two tiny little arms.

He...

I'm sorry. Seriously, I mean,

what's up with that? I mean...

Okay, sorry, wait.

I have to compose myself. Okay.

The Gorgosaurus had a

large brai...

I'm sorry,

I can't take him seriously

with those tiny

little baby hands.

Look at him, he's so cute.

Okay, I'm sorry, sorry.

But make no mistake, despite his

comically miniature arms...

...he was a very good eater...

...able to consume hundreds of

pounds of meat in a single feeding.

I'll tell you what, you did not want

to get on a Gorgosaur's bad side.

Oh, no, or on his insides, which

was a distinct possibility.

Especially if you were a big

galumphing double-wide herbivore.

And featured on the menu

on this particular day...

...was Pachyrhinosaur Carpaccio

with a garnish of sagebrush...

...and just

a soupcon of wild asparagus.

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