*Upon a hillside, miles from where not many herds could see, Max deactivates his camouflage feature after descending to the surface. By now, the doors had opened and the stairs liquefied to a solid state, as the passengers stepped out of the ship one-by-one in awe of the view that stood before them. These were the members that made up the Trimaxian Adventure group: Popeye the Sailor, Justin the Captain of the Guards, Isaac the Media Hunter, Loki the Snow Leopard, and Bonnie the team’s only female member. Additionally, a recent new recruit stood among the group documenting the trip with a Spatlin HDD Camcorder, complete with Night Vision feature, of which he brought for this trip. He was a teenage anthropomorphic lion with orange hair combed downwards and sideways, notable for his signature red hoodie, blue jeans, and black-and-white sneakers with red spots. His name was Johnny, Johnny the Lion, co-founder of the Fantasy Adventure Team and close friend to the team’s leader.*
*Speaking of which, the leader himself was the last to leave the ship after leaving inaudible instructions to Max. While each member of the team had something unique about them, none more so than the founder of this group. He had long brown hair tied in a pony tail, a green coat tied together with two belts, silver armor shoulder pads, Navy green gauntlets with spikes sticking out at the end, white gloves, long black pants that matched the shirt hidden under the coat, silver knee pads, and green sneakers with black straps. Yet if there was the most important quality about this young man was that no matter where he traveled, he never went anywhere without sunglasses that always covered his eyes. This was Logan, who looks up to see Max ascend back into the sky before turning his attention to the group. As he approached the group, they were all staring out into the horizon amazed by this incredible view.*
Logan: Gentleman… And Bonnie… Welcome to the Great Valley!
*A bellow from a Dinosaur draws the group close to the edge of the hill and their mouths nearly drop at the sight. They watched as herds of Sauropods trudged along the bank, the water splashing against their legs as they made their way to the surface. All while other herds knelt before the water for a drink and others peeled leaves off the trees with their jaws. Seeing Dinosaurs of various shapes and size in harmony, Johnny focused his camcorder on the scene to get as much as he could.*
Bonnie: *In awe* Are those… What I think they are?
Justin: *In awe* Dinosaurs… Actual living, breathing dinosaurs!
Johnny: Whoa… Talk about déjà vu!
Popeye: *Slaps his head * Oh my gawrshk!
Isaac: Wow, you were right, Logan This place is awesome!
Loki: *Growls, translates* I feel so puny right now… This coming from a cat whose had run-ins with dragons, orgs, giant spiders, and all other kinds of monsters.
Logan: *Folds his arms, smiles* Yep. I had that same feeling when I first came here, though it was under different circumstances last time.
Johnny: I am SO filming this! *Films the dinosaurs with his camcorder *
Justin: *To Johnny* Where did you even get that camcorder, anyway?
Johnny: *Still filming* It was sitting on Leo’s desk, so I figured I’d bring it along for the trip.
Bonnie: So you “stole” Leo’s camera?
Johnny: No! I “borrowed” it, with all intent on giving it back. *Turns the camera to his face* Sorry buddy. I just can’t pass up on this opportunity.
Bonnie: *To Logan* So where are these friends of yours, Logan?
Logan: *Takes out his binoculars, looks around* Hmm… I’m not sure. Though if I may guess, they are probably with their folks at this time.
Isaac: And how do you propose we find them? This whole valley is full of dinosaurs, plus it’s kinda hard to tell one Apatosaurus or Triceratops from the other.
Loki: *Growls, translate* Heh… Says you!
Logan: Good point. *Puts his binoculars away* Tell you what: I’ll go look for them, while you guys hang around and admire the view. Once I find Littlefoot and his friends, I’ll arrange for where we can meet up. I want to surprise them.
Popeye: Ya tinks ya can just walls up to a ‘erd and tear okay with tat?
Logan: Relax, Popeye. The natives around the Great Valley are harmless. It just takes time for them to get used to strangers, especially those not from this period. We’ll be fine. *Proceeds to walk off*
Bonnie: *Calls out* Be careful, Logan.
Logan: *Calls back* Same to you!
*The remaining members of The Trimaxian Adventure Team stood on the hill, as they watched Logan descend into the valley before he became a tiny figure in the distance.*
Johnny: *Focuses his camera* Fine by me. I could use the extra time to get some background shots of this place.
Loki: *Growls, translates* Don’t we got a Steven Spielberg amongst our group?
Isaac: Easy, Loki. I just hope Logan doesn’t take too long.
Justin: Relax guys. It’s been a long time since Logan seen his friends here, I think it’s a great time for them to be reacquainted. Hopefully they haven’t forgotten all about him.
Bonnie: *Sighs happily* True friends never forget.
*Meanwhile, a particular star-shaped leaf known as a ‘Tree Star’ stood hanging on a green stem, bathed in fresh morning dew. Suddenly it arches down as Grandpa Longneck pushes the bark of a tree with one front leg. To Littlefoot’s luck, it was the only tree star left on this entire tree and tree stars were his favorite treats in the Great Valley.*
Grandpa Longneck: Here you are, Littlefoot. The last tree star’s for you.
*Littlefoot made for the tree star, munching on the plant tasting the water-covered leaves with each satisfying crunch.*
Littlefoot: *Mouth full* Great trick, Grandpa.
*Grandpa Longneck reels his right front leg back, causing the bent tree to erect back into position.*
Grandpa Longneck: It’s not a trick, Littlefoot. All long necks can do it.
Littlefoot: *Swallows the tree star* Great! Let me try, Grandpa.
*Excited to give it a try, Littlefoot rushes toward a palm tree as Grandpa Longneck looked on. Though it was taller than the Apatosaurus by a few inches, Littlefoot felt it was just the right size to test that trick his grandfather displayed. He attempts to bend the tree with his right front leg, just as he watched Grandpa… But the tree doesn’t budge.*
*Not willing to give up, Littlefoot presses both front legs against the palm tree grunting with frustration as the tree kept reeling itself up. Grandpa Longneck stood watching the scene, when he noticed Littlefoot climb up against the side of the tree to bring it down. Only then did he start to get worried.*
Grandpa Longneck: Careful, Littlefoot.
*Suddenly, the tree reeled back with such a great force that it sent Littlefoot hurling head over heels on the ground as Grandpa Longneck looked on. Littlefoot rolled about on the dirt, before eventually landing on a tiny hill that appeared to be a miniature volcano. All at once, the ground began to rumble and shake as Littlefoot noticed the ground around him explode with burst of steam and hot water from what were actually little geysers. Grandpa Longneck immediately came to action, grasping Littlefoot with his teeth and pulled him back just as the ground exploded. As Grandpa Longneck carried Littlefoot to safety, the little longneck felt disappointed that all his efforts nearly got him hurt.*
Littlefoot: *Dejected* Guess I’m too little, huh Grandpa?
Grandpa Longneck: *Puts Littlefoot down* You’re still very young. But you’ll get the hang of it someday.
Littlefoot: *Groans, slumps down* Aw, I hate being little.
Grandpa Longneck: Don’t worry, you’ll be grown up soon enough.
Logan: *Off-screen, chuckles* Sooner than you think, little buddy.
*Littlefoot and Grandpa Longneck turned to the side, where the former sees an old, familiar face leaning over by a tree perched on a rock. Standing on two legs, covered in rather unusual skins, the even stranger black object around his eyes, and no scales on his exposed flesh, he was not hard to recognize. The very person who helped him get to the Great Valley in the first place and someone who was just as happy to see Littlefoot as he was.*
Littlefoot: *Happily* Logan! *Rushes to him*
*Logan extends his arms out and catches Littlefoot in an embrace, the two chuckling as Grandpa Longneck looks on intrigued.*
Logan: Told you I’d be back!
Littlefoot: It’s so good to see you again!
Logan: It’s good to see you, too. I mean, just look at you. I reckon I’ve been gone for a few months and you haven’t changed at all.
Littlefoot: I should say the same for you! Where’ve you been?
Logan: *Chuckles* Where do I begin?
Grandpa Longneck: So you’re the one who helped my grandson get to the Great Valley and protected him from the many dangers out in the mysterious beyond. Well, young man, my wife and I are eternally grateful for what you’ve done.
Logan: *Nods* Thank you, sir. To be honest, I don’t know what I’d do if I’d never met your grandson and his friends. They helped me in more ways than you could possibly imagine.
Cera: *Calls out* Hey, guys!
*Littlefoot and Logan turn to see Cera, who looked happy to actually see the two for once.*
Logan: *Waves* Hiya, Cera!
Cera: Come on! *Turns around*
Littlefoot: *Turns to Grandpa* Grandpa, can I go play?
Grandpa Longneck: *Smiles* Have fun!
Littlefoot: Thanks. *To Logan* Come on, we have to tell the others you’re here!
Logan: All right, I’ll be right there!
*Logan and Grandpa Longneck watch as the kids run off together to play with their friends.*
Grandpa Longneck: *Sighing* The Valley is a wonderful place to grow up.
Logan: *Nods* Oh yes it is. I’m glad I was able to get the kids here, after all the trouble we went through.
Grandpa Longneck: Hmm… Young man, how long will you be staying here?
Logan: As long as I need to, sir.
Grandpa Longneck: Well then, how would you like to keep an eye on Littlefoot and his friends for the time being? Grandma and I would love to spend some time together, so we’d like you to make sure they stay out of trouble.
Logan: *Smiles* I’d be honored to, sir.
Grandpa Longneck: Just remember, putting you in charge makes you responsible. And I don’t want anything to happen to our grandson.
Logan: Now don’t you worry about a thing, Mr. Longneck. I’ll take care of everything. Besides, I was able to get them to the valley, wasn’t I? *Runs off* Hey, wait up guys!
*Logan follows Littlefoot and Cera, as Grandpa Longneck looks on seeing the three playing together once more. It wasn’t long before they joined up with Littlefoot’s other friends: Petrie, Ducky and her brother, Spike. The moment they saw Logan running alongside Littlefoot and Cera, the three were happy to see him.*
Ducky and Petrie: *In unison* Mr. Logan!!!
*Littlefoot tackles Spike, piling on top of the portly spike tail, while Ducky and Petrie ran up to Logan with Petrie hugging his face and Ducky folding her tiny arms around Logan’s leg.*
Petrie: *To Logan* Me so happy to see you, Logan!
Ducky: Oh yes, yes, yes!
Logan: *Chuckles* I missed you guys, too. So what do you kids want to do for fun?
Ducky: Let’s play! Let’s play!
Logan: All right, take it easy. While I’m in charge, I’m sure there’s a perfectly, rational, adult method we can settle this… *Runs off* Not it!
Littlefoot: Not it!
Ducky: Not it!
Cera: Well, I’m not it!
Petrie: Me no it, either!
Logan & friends: *In unison* Spike’s it! *Laughs*
Logan: *Calls out* Sorry, Spike!
*So the kids ran off into the Valley, playing together. Now that they no longer had to worry about the threat of Sharpteeth, it was all going to be a blissful day for the reunited friends.*
*Sometime later, in another part of the Valley, Ozzy and Strut already had plans of their own. Poking his head from a bush, Ozzy sniffed the air as if tracing a particular scent without any other Dinosaurs looking.*
Strut: *Emerges* Smell something, Ozzy?
Ozzy: Yes… Breakfast. *Sniffing* Follow me.
*Slowly, Ozzy makes his way through the bush with Strut following silently behind his brother. Unbeknownst to the Struthiomimus pair, a claw slowly lowers a branch hiding the view for a mysterious creature. Its reptile eyes spy upon the two egg-stealers as they tried to sneak through the valley unaware they were being watched.*
Mystery Dinosaur: *Silently* Well, well, if it isn’t Ozzy and Strut. Up to your old tricks again, I see. *Chuckles* This oughtta be fun.
*The unknown creature then saw just what Ozzy and Strut were up to. By a trio of trees, barely protected by long grass, a nest full of eggs sat exposed. Reaching silently, Ozzy grabbed an egg and admired the object like it was a precious jewel. Holding the shell smoothly with his claws, he could already taste the sweet yolk right about now.*
Ozzy: *Hungrily* Oh, yes. *Slurps*
*Seeing there was going to be trouble, the creature reached into a brown bag and lifted a pebble. Positioning it on a slingshot he held with the other claw, he arched the band back intending to hit either Ozzy’s head or even his bum if he was lucky. He was just about to make the shot when suddenly…*
Logan: *Off-screen* FORE!!!
*Ozzy just had the egg up to his lips when… BONK! A larger stone hit Ozzy smack on the head, causing the egg to roll out of his claws and gently fell back into its nest without any damage. Ozzy was just recovering from that blunt blow, as the rock rolled down his head and into his claw. Ozzy lifted the object to his mouth for a bite and screamed! He bit hard upon the hard rock, widening his eyes and could feel a stinging sensation in his jaw. He threw the rock aside and spit bits of the stone out of his mouth in annoyance.*
Strut: *Emerges* Ozzy? Did you get a…
*Before he could finish, the rock hits Strut on the head.*
Strut: *Dizzily* Egg… Oh… *Faints*
*Though surprised with what foiled the two thieves, the mysterious dinosaur silently chuckled knowing someone else had it in for those two as well. He couldn’t wait to meet the creature who saved him the trouble. As for Ozzy, he was too busy massaging his temple to notice his brother and just reached for another egg until…*
Logan: *Off-screen* FORE!!!
*Afraid he would be attacked again, Ozzy made a run leaving the eggs in place. Not far from the nest, Logan successfully hit another stone at a great distance showing off his keyblade skills to his friends. Littlefoot & his friends were rather impressed with this trick, as Logan watched the rock fly far.*
Logan: *To the kids* And that is how the game of golf was introduced to Cape Ordinance!
???: Hey, you kids!
*Just as Logan finished explaining, he turns around to see another Dinosaur approach from the bottom of a hill they stood. It was a Mother Maiasaura, a large duck-billed dinosaur with a small, spiky crest in front of its eyes, the typical hadrosaurid flat beak and a thick nose. She was just returning to her nest when she saw the dinosaur kids rolling rocks off the hill & a strange creature hitting stones in the sky with an even stranger object.*
Mother Maiasaura: *Annoyed* Stop rolling those rocks down the hill.
Littlefoot: *Turns to the mother* Huh?
Logan: *To the Maiasaura* Is there a problem, ma’am?
Mother Maiasaura: *Points to her nest* My nest is in there!
Logan: And… That includes the lesson today. I say we go… *Looks around* Somewhere else. *Walks away*
*Walking away from the edge of the hill, Logan and the others gathered toward a spot ceasing whatever game they were playing.*
Logan: Sorry about having to cut the game short, kids.
Cera: *Slouches* Aw, it wasn’t much fun, anyway.
Ducky: *Leans on Cera, folds her arms* Yep, yep, yep. No fun at all.
Petrie: *Lands on Cera’s head, sighs* Boring.
Logan: Eh… Golf isn’t the most exciting sport anyway.
Littlefoot: What do you want to do now?
Spike: *Shakes his head, mutters*
Logan: *Looks around* There’s really nothing to do around here? I mean, this place is HUGE! There’s gotta be something to do.
Ducky: *Jumps in* I know! I know! We could go to the Sheltering Grass and play ‘Sharptooth Attack’. *Mimics growls*
*Logan and the kids laugh at Ducky, who impersonates the Sharptooth making the once threatening monster sound more hilarious than intimidating.*
Logan: *Chuckles* Sharptooth Attack… *Eyes widen, snaps his finger* Ducky, you’re a genius!
Ducky: No I’m not, silly. I’m a swimmer! What’s a genius?
Logan: Never mind, you just gave me an idea. I’ve been telling some of my friends about some of our adventures we had together, including how we took down that Sharptooth, but most of them found it hard to believe. So maybe, if we go to this Sheltering Grass and act out the battle for them, we’ll show them just what happened.
Littlefoot: That’s a great idea, Logan!
Cera: *Shakes her head* No way! Not if I have to be the Sharptooth again.
Logan: All right, don’t catch a fit. We’ll find someone else to do the part.
Petrie: Hey! *Flies to Spike* How about Spike be Sharptooth?
*As Petrie flew to Spike, he was simply munching on a patch of grass and was hardly paying attention. But upon a glance, what with Spike’s size and his insatiable appetite, not to mention being the strong silent type, he made for the perfect sharptooth.*
Ducky: Oh, yes, yes, Spike.
Logan: *Nods, to Spike* Yeah! You definitely fit the role for sure. What do you say, big guy?
Petrie: Okay, Spike? Huh?
*Between bites, it seemed Spike was considering the offer his friends (And sister) hope would accept.*
Spike: *Nods* Mm-hmm.
Petrie: See? He no mind.
Ducky: *Jumps in the air* Hooray! *Hugs Spike*
Cera: *Starts walking* All right! Let’s go!
Ducky: Yep, yep, yep. We are going to the Sheltering Grass.
Logan: Sounds like a plan! We got our stage and our cast. Now I’ll just contact the team and we’ve got our audience!
*Logan and the other dinosaurs slid their way down the hill approaching the Sheltering Grass. However, they didn’t get very far when they heard Littlefoot call out.*
Littlefoot: Wait! Wait, you guys!
Logan: *Stops, turns to Littlefoot* What’s up?
Littlefoot: The Sheltering Grass is on the other side of the Sinking Sand.
Logan: *Confused* Sinking Sand… *Thinks it over, realizes* Oh! ‘Quick’ Sand… Right.
Cera: *To Littlefoot* So?
Littlefoot: Well… My grandparents don’t want me going across the Sinking Sand without them.
Petrie: That right. Sinking sand dangerous. *Mimics drowning in the sand*
Ducky: Yes, it is. *Sighing* It is.
Logan: Ooh, really? Hmm… Well then, maybe we should find some other place to do the act.
Cera: Aw! You’re just a bunch of eggs.
*As Cera reared her head back, Petrie tumbles head over heels, rolling along Cera’s back, onto the floor stopping only when he crashed into a rock.*
Logan: *Shakes his head* Please. Like ‘you’ could cross the sinking sand?
Cera: I could cross the Sinking Sands with my eyes closed! *Walks away*
Petrie: With her eyes closed!
Ducky: And not looking where she is going!
*Spike gasps at the idea, ducks his head to the ground and covers his face with his claws. Petrie sees this and the way Spike was doing it amused the little flier.*
Petrie: Hey! That sound fun. Petrie try it.
*Standing on his legs, Petrie closed his eyes and proceeded to walk in a straight line with his wings down. Because he wasn’t looking where he was going, he bumped into Spike’s head and gasped when they saw how close they were to each other.*
Logan: Guys, I don’t want to sound like a party-pooper or anything. But as Littlefoot’s grandparents trusted me to be the responsible adult, I don’t think we should go to the sands. Besides, I don’t want a repeat of the ‘last’ time we sunk in a pit.
Ducky: Well, since you say you are the ‘adult’, then you’ll be the one who sees if it’s dangerous, right?
Logan: *Nods slowly* Right…
Ducky: So if we do get in trouble, you’ll know when to get us out.
Logan: That is the plan…
Ducky: And as long as you make sure we avoid the sands, we won’t be in any trouble.
Logan: *Scratches his head* Hmm… When you put it that way…
Cera: *Calls out* Hey! Are you scaredy-eggs coming or not?
Logan: *Sighs* Alright, let’s go. But remember, I’m keeping my eye on all of ya, ‘kay?
Ducky & Petrie: *In unison* Okay.
Spike: *Nods* Uh-huh.
*By the time Littlefoot slid down the hill, Logan and the others were just about to follow Cera to the Sheltering Grass. Still unsure about this, Littlefoot was just about to turn around and go back to his Grandparents. He doesn’t get very far when Ducky and Logan Littlefoot about to walk off.*
Ducky: Littlefoot, you coming? *Walks off*
Logan: Don’t worry, I’ll send the coordinates to the Sheltering Grass to my friends when we get there. That way, if we do get into any trouble, they’ll help me pull you guys out and no one will have to know. Okay?
Littlefoot: Oh, well… Um… Yeah, I’m coming!
*His sense of adventure getting the best of him, Littlefoot followed the group as they made their way toward the Sheltering Grass. They ran deep into the forest, laughing along as they ran off without anyone seeing where they were going. Except for a pair of eyes, that had been watching the group throughout their conversation. He too seemed curious about this strange herd, particularly a taller creature he never saw before.*
*By the time they reached the Sheltering Grass, Logan finally understood why Littlefoot was uncertain about going. Far away, they could see a large field of grass that made the perfect set up for their act. But then there was that bubbling river of strange goop, the one thing that stood between the group and the grass. It stretched for miles and miles from all around that tiny little island.*
Littlefoot: The Sinking Sand.
Logan: *Eyes widen* Whoa. I didn’t realize how big the sands were.
Littlefoot: How are we gonna get across?
*Curious, Ducky sticks her foot into the sand to test it out. As she tries to pull her foot out, the sand latches onto her trying to pull her in. Black ooze covered her foot and the sands itself felt like disgusting sandpaper.*
Ducky: Ew. *Steps back* I cannot swim in this. Oh no, no, no.
Petrie: Petrie fly across.
*Petrie shows his flying ability toward the rest of the group, which was something he had been improving on ever since their journey to the Great Valley. While Petrie’s idea would get them over the sands safely, there was just one problem…*
Ducky: Petrie, we no have wings! No, no, no, we cannot fly.
Petrie: *Disappointed* Ooh… *Lands on the ground, mopes*
Ducky: Poor Petrie.
Logan: *Looks around, unsure* Guys, I’m starting to have second thoughts. Maybe we shouldn’t do this.
Cera: *Annoyed* Logan, since when did you become such a worry-wart?
Logan: Cera, I looked all over this place. There is no logical way to cross over the sands together.
Cera: My dad just jumps from rock to rock.
Littlefoot: Yeah, but your dad’s got longer legs than us.
Logan: So do I. Yet even I know when there is an obstacle that’s too dangerous.
Cera: *Rolls her eyes* Big deal! I could do it, too. Watch! *Steps back, prepares to jump*
Logan: Cera, this isn’t funny! I’m in charge of this group and if you take ONE step off this ledge…
*But before Logan could finish, completely ignoring the boy’s warning, Cera charges towards the sands and propels over the ledge as the group watch. Surprisingly, Cera was able to leap a great distance over most of the sands to the rock inches from the Sheltering Grass. She balances herself to avoid getting caught in the sands and for a moment it seemed her plan worked.*
Cera: *Breathes sigh of relief* See? *Slips* Whoa!
*SPLASH! The slippery surface of the rock causes Cera to plunge head first into the sinking sand and immediately the group got scared when they saw their friend in danger.*
Logan: Hang on, we’re coming!
Petrie: Wait for Petrie!
*Logan and the dinosaurs rushed towards the edge of the surface as Cera struggled to pull herself out of the sands. Unfortunately for this three-horn, her panicking was causing her to sink faster.*
Cera: *Screaming* Help!
*Ducky makes a daring leap to the rock and latches her claws onto Cera’s horn, trying to pull her up with all her might. Unfortunately, she was only able to hold onto her and now the group could see that both girls were in trouble.*
Ducky: I got you, Cera! Yes, I do!
*The girls started to cry for help as the sands pulled them in, so Littlefoot leapt into action with Petrie following close. Logan and Spike watched as Littlefoot tried to pull them both out of the sands.*
Littlefoot: Hang on!
Ducky: *Turns to Littlefoot* Littlefoot!
Logan: *Calls out* C’mon Littlefoot, you got this!
*Littlefoot pulled and pulled with all his might, grabbing Ducky by the tail hoping to pull the girls out of the sands. Unfortunately, through Logan’s perception, the long-neck just didn’t have the strength needed to get his friends out.*
Petrie: That it, Littlefoot. Pull! Pull!
*Suddenly, Littlefoot’s front legs slipped into the sand and now he found himself stuck much to the horror of the little flier.*
Petrie: *Panics* Oh my! Oh no! No! What can I do? I go for help!
Logan: *Calls out* Petrie, don’t! We’re not supposed to be here!
*Littlefoot felt something latch onto his tail and the group turns to see Spike joined in attempting to pull his friends out of the sands.*
Ducky: Hooray, Spike!
Petrie: *Turns* Huh! That it, Spike, you help! Wait! I help! I help! I pull too! *Petrie latches onto Spike’s tail, pulls*
Logan: That’s it, kids! *Jumps into the sands, slowly trudges across* Try to keep Cera afloat, I’ll go reach for her.
*The walk through the sands was a slow progress. Logan practically had to grunt just to pull his legs out one by one. Littlefoot and his friends did their best to keep Cera’s head above the sands, though at least once Ducky lost her grip and had to catch Cera’s horn quickly before she sank. Eventually, Logan was just inches away from Cera and stretched out his arms to grab her. Suddenly, he heard a scream and turned a few seconds too late as the Dinosaurs crashed into Logan knocking him off balance.*
*Logan landed face-first into the sand and now everyone found themselves stuck. They all screamed for help as they tried to pull themselves out, the sands keeping a tight grip on each member. Even as Petrie tried to fly out, his wings were too wet to go more than a few inches and he found himself back in the sands every few seconds. Ducky tried to get on top of Littlefoot’s head, but his swaying caused her to immediately fall back into the sands. For Logan, it was déjà vu all over again, except this time it would take more than a miracle to get out of this mess.*
*A great distance away, the Dinosaur herds were grazing by the fields. One of the dinosaurs, an elderly Triceratops, peered up while he was eating and heard the faint cry of the children. He had black skin, with a smoky silver underbelly and large horns. This was Cera’s father.*
Cera’s Father: Cera?
*Another one of the kids’ parents, a blue female Pteranodon with black wings and a golden yellow beak, was busy tending to an egg covering it with her nest when she too heard the shouts. She was Petrie’s mother*
Petrie’s Mother: *Turns* Petrie!
*Finally, there were a pair of Apatosaurs were grazing in the lake right next to a female Parasaurolophus. One of them was indeed Littlefoot’s grandfather and the one who shared a striking resemblance to the old dinosaur was indeed his wife and Littlefoot’s grandmother. The Parasaurolophus, Ducky’s Mother, was the first to hear the shouts and recognized the danger immediately.*
Ducky’s Mother: Ducky! Spike! *Rushes off*
Grandpa & Grandma Longneck: *In unison* Littlefoot!
*As the parents rushed toward the Sheltering Grass, Logan and the others were sinking farther and farther down into the sands. Time was completely against the group at this pace and by now most of the group were sinking to the bottom with little air to spare.*
Littlefoot: *Struggles* Don’t give up! We can make it… *Sinks*
Ducky: *Shouts* Littlefoot! *Drowns*
Logan: *Tries to stay afloat* Littlefoot! Hang in there! Hang in th--
*Logan’s head sinks deep into the sand with one long arm barely holding up trying to stay afloat. Suddenly, Logan felt something grip his hand and started pulling him out. With his head out of the sands, he could clearly hear the sound of two twin engines causing him to look up. Using her boosters, Bonnie hovered into the sky until Logan was safely out of the sands. Within that moment, the rest of the Trimaxian Adventure Team finally arrived with Bonnie landing right next to them. She carefully lowered Logan to the ground, as he coughed some sand out his lungs.
Bonnie: Logan! Logan! Are you all right?
Logan: *Coughs, takes deep breathes* Kids… *Eyes widen in realization* THE KIDS!!! *Turns to the sinking sand* They’re still in there!!
Popeye: *Turns to the sands* Oh my garwsk!
Johnny: Omigosh! Omigosh! Omisgosh! What do we do?! What do we do?!
Justin: Don’t panic! We can still save them, all we need is…
*Suddenly, a large vine lands in Justin’s hands from out of nowhere.*
Justin: A vine?
???: *Calls out* You’re welcome!
*The group look around and up above their heads. But with leaves blocking their view, they couldn’t see where the voice was coming from.*
Isaac: How did—
Logan: No time! Throw the vine already!
*Reacting quickly, Justin lassoed the vine looking for a place to throw it. He hurls the vine toward one spot in the sinking sand, as it plops on the surface. As he started to hurl the vine over a branch and passed it along to the other members, with Johnny placing the camcorder on a nearby log, they saw Littlefoot’s neck reach up with his last ounce of strength grabbing the vine with his teeth.*
Justin: We got him! *Turns back* Start pulling!
*Behind Justin, the team started to pull the vine with all their strength while Loki pulled with his fangs latched to Isaac’s butt much to his annoyance. With her boosters, Bonnie provided the extra strength needed to pull the five kids out of the Sinking Sands. While Littlefoot held onto the vine, Ducky stood atop Littlefoot’s head, Spike held onto Littlefoot, Cera by Spike’s tail, and Petrie himself perching himself atop of spike. They carried the vine over the surface before all the dinosaurs landed to safety on solid ground. They coughed their lungs out, gasping for air with all of them relieved to be out of there safely.*
Littlefoot: Whew. We made it!
Logan: *Takes a deep breath, lies against Bonnie* Thank God!
Johnny: No, thank the mysterious random voice that threw that neat vine ahead. *Makes his way back to the camera*
Isaac: *Groans* Mmm… Loki, you can let go now!
*Loki releases his jaws from Isaac’s posterior, leaving bite marks on his pants.*
Loki: *Growls, translates* Wasn’t very tasty anyway.
Cera: *Exhausted, looks up* Who are they?
Logan: *Between breathes* Long… Story…
Justin: *To Logan* We just can’t leave you alone for five minutes without you getting in trouble can we?
Logan: Well… At least that’s the worst of it.
*As Johnny picks up his camera and heads back, shadows loom over him causing him to look up. With his eyes widen, he stands frozen at what are standing in front of him.*
Johnny: Uh… Guys…
*Everyone turns around and share the same horrified shock at the faces staring toward them. It was the parents of the children, all gathered together surrounding them along with the group of strangers next to them. Under any circumstance, they would be happy to know none of their kids were killed. Yet they were sorely angry of how their disobedience brought them to this mess. But none more disappointed than Grandpa Longneck, his eyes were locked not only onto his grandson but to a nervous Logan.*
Logan: *Nervously gulps* Uh… I… I can explain? *Feebly smiles*