Logan's Adventures in TLBT II: TGVA Ch 4

Chapter Four

*Shortly after making that shocking discovery, while it was still too early for everyone else to wake up, Logan, his team and the children had since taken the egg somewhere deep in the Valley where no one could find it. As they laid the egg on a makeshift nest near the edge of a river, they started pondering what sort of mess they got into this time.*

Isaac: *Takes a deep breath* Okay… Let’s go over this ‘one’ more time. *Calmly* We go through all this trouble, chasing a pair of thieves all night and all to reclaim Ducky’s egg only to find out the egg was already in her family’s nest the whole time. If that is the case, I just need to know one thing… *Shouts* WHO’S EGG IS THIS?!

Troy: I’ll tell you one thing: It’s definitely NOT a Saurolophus egg. That’s for sure.

Johnny: *Sarcastically* This is just perfect! Now WE’RE eggnappers!

Logan: We could always just put it back where we found it.

Isaac: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no… *Waves a finger* No-no-no-no-no… *Sweeps his arms* No! There is no way I am ever going back to that rotten place.

Justin: Besides, even if we try going back now, the parents are bound to know what we’re up to and we won’t be able to get past them.

Bonnie: *Thinks* Unless…

Logan: Unless what?

Bonnie: ‘Unless’ this egg was among the few those thieves had already stolen prior to yesterday and was left in the Mysterious Beyond thinking no one would think to look there.

Petrie: Maybe those bad guys steal it from other nest.

Littlefoot: *Understandingly* Yeah, but which one?

Cera: We won’t know until it hatches.

Troy: Hmm… *To himself* I don’t think that’s the case… *Bends down, sniffs the egg, eyes widen* Oh no… *Stands up, to Logan* Um, excuse me… Logan, was it? Could I have a word with you for a moment?

*Curious, Logan follows Troy, who ushers the human to some place private leaving the rest of the group to discuss what to do with the egg. They took their talk behind a set of trees, without anyone to see or hear a word of their conversation.*

Logan: What’s up?

Troy: We have to return that egg to where we found it.

Logan: Are you sure about this, Troy? I’m open for any plan we’ve got, but why the Mysterious Beyond?

Troy: It’s a Tyrannosaur egg.

Logan: *Pause* Tyrannosaur?

Troy: Yes.

Logan: Troy, I know you’re supposed to be very smart but that’s a pretty big assumption.

Troy: I know what T-Rex smell like, and that egg has their scent all over it! We can’t have a baby Rex staying in the valley.

Logan: *Takes a deep breath* All right… Let’s assume you’re right, just bear with me. Suppose it ‘is’ a Tyrannosaur, not saying it isn’t, and we do take it back to the Mysterious Beyond. Even if we put him or her back in the nest, how do we know the parents will come for it? What if the egg was abandoned?

Troy: That may be the case, but still, a T-Rex cannot grow up in this Valley. Sure, it’ll start out all small, cute and innocent, but over time, instinct will kick in. It will begin craving its preferred diet: Meat. And when it grows up, we’ll have a forty foot long, nine ton killing machine on our hands!

Logan: *Thinks about it* Well… We really don’t want anything like that to happen.

Troy: Exactly.

Logan: *Pause* But what if you’re wrong?

Troy: I hardly ever am.

Logan: Then, why haven’t your instincts kicked in? Why didn’t you try to eat us?

Troy: *Pause* I’m a different case.

Logan: Exactly. Maybe this creature will be different. It’s like you said: Just because he’ll have sharp teeth, it doesn’t mean he’s automatically the bad guy.

Troy: That’s not what I—

Logan: *Interrupts* I want to see him reunited with a family, but I can’t bring myself to abandon him to a place where no one will come. I’m sorry, Troy.

Troy: *Sighs* Look Logan, if you won’t do this for me… *Pulls a bush back* At least do it for them.

*Logan peeks through the bush to see the group has been discussing what to do with the egg.*

Justin: It seems the only way we can determine which nest to return this egg to is to discover who’s in there.

Ducky: *Claps her hand* Yes. Then we can take it back to its family!

Littlefoot: But who’s going to take care of it until it hatches?

Cera: *To Littlefoot* We are, of course. After all, we are not babies.

Littlefoot: *Uncertain* I don’t know. Maybe we should tell our folks. *Starts walking away*

Cera: *Outraged* No!

*Cera marches to confront Littlefoot, while Petrie, who had been sitting on Cera’s head, falls comically to the ground due to the unexpected movement. Logan sees what’s going on and moves to the kids, as Troy looks on quietly.*

Cera: If they find out where we were, they’ll put us back in our nests.

Logan: I hate to agree with this, Littlefoot. However, your Grandparents already grounded us, ensuring we’d stay close to the herd. They learn we snuck out it could be worse than that!

Littlefoot: But we can’t keep this a secret forever, Logan. Once word of the egg gets out, how will we explain ourselves then?

Logan: No one’s going to find out. We’re going to keep the egg hidden until we can smuggle it back to the Mysterious Beyond later tonight.

Cera: In the meantime, we don’t tell the grown-ups anything! Right? *Stops in front of Logan and Littlefoot* Right?

Logan: Right.

Littlefoot: *Sighs, nods* Right.

*So it was agreed that everyone would keep quiet about the egg scenario until they could properly figure out what to do. While the other children returned to their nests before the parents awoke, with most of Logan’s crew camping out somewhere in the Valley, a drowsy Logan had to escort an equally exhausted Littlefoot back home. Though the sun had just come out, they were both drained of whatever energy they had and their expressions appeared as if they were running on fumes. They returned to where they left their sleeping grounds yawning and decide to regain a few moments of sleep after a long night. They had only just closed their eyes when a soothing voice spoke to them from above.*

Grandma Longneck: *Softly* Mr. Logan… Littlefoot… *Kneels to the two boys, nudges them* Wake up, sleepyheads. The bright circle is already rising into the sky.

Logan: *Opens his eyes, looks up at Grandma Longneck, groans* Ma’am… We humans don’t wake up right when the sun rises… Gimme like two more hours…

Grandma Longneck: You’ll have more time to sleep when the bright circle goes down. But Grandpa and I have places to be and we need you to keep an eye out for our Grandson. We can’t have him wandering off again and neither should you.

Logan: Ugh… Crud…

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*Meanwhile, back near the mountains, there stood a rock pile at the very bottom. Suddenly, it began to rumble as a pair of claws emerged until one of the Struthiomimus pushed his way out. It was none other than Strut and he was certainly having a rough morning. As he gets up, he still feels the pain of being bludgeoned and nearly crushed by rocks all night.*

Strut: I feel like a mountain fell on me. *Walks on the rocks*

Ozzy’s voice: *Muffled* It did.

Strut: *Looks around* Is that you, Ozzy? Where are you?

Ozzy’s voice: *Muffled* You’re standing on me.

Strut: *Looks down* I’m wha… Oh!

*Strut is surprised to see a pair of amber eyes glaring through a hole in the bottom of the rock pile. Strut hops off allowing his brother, Ozzy, to shake himself loose from the rocks.*

Ozzy: *To Strut* Did you save the egg?

Strut: *Gulps* The, uh… The-the-the-the egg?

*Ozzy moves close to Strut, till the brothers are beak-to-beak. Knowing what Ozzy will do, Strut had to make something on the fly.*

Strut: Oh, oh you mean the egg? Well, I don’t… I mean… Those kids… *Gets an idea* Yeah, that’s it! Those kids did it and those meddling friends of theirs. They stole our egg! The nerve!

Ozzy: They did, did they? *Turns to the horizon* Well, they’ll pay and dearly.

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*Another dawn had shined over the Great Valley, all the herds had gathered by the lake going about their usual business. Up to this point, everything felt routine and not a word had gone about any egg-napping activity since to them no egg had been stolen. While all the grownups were busily chewing on grass or drinking from the river, the children, along with the crew, found a private spot deep in some brush to hide the egg. Thus far, no evidence of life came from the egg and for the most part everyone just sat quietly anticipating something to happen. Yet everyone, including Johnny, who had the camcorder set on record for this moment, was getting bored.*

Johnny: This is so slow.

Cera: How long do we have to wait?

Littlefoot: Gee, I don’t know. It could be a long time.

Loki: *Growls, translates* Unless of course this egg turns out to be a dud. If that’s the case, I call dibs on breakfast.

Isaac: Loki, we just saved an egg from egg eaters. We don’t wanna stoop to their level!

Littlefoot: *To Logan* Are they always like this?

Logan: *Sighs* Every… Single… Day…

Troy: The chances of an egg being a dud are rarity out of thousands. If we can assume for a moment that there is life inside the shell, *To himself* of which I have no doubt, *aloud* someone’s going to have to keep the egg nice and warm for the baby. At least so the embryo inside doesn’t die.

Petrie: My mama sit on eggs to keep warm, make hatch. *Climbs atop the egg, sits down* Me sit on egg. *The egg leans a bit*

Justin: *Chuckles* Sorry Petrie, but I think you’re a little too small to sit on that egg.

Popeye: Cans yous imagines layin’ one of teas? Ouch.

Cera: I wonder what it’s going to be.

Bonnie: A girl, I hope.

Petrie: Maybe it flyer like me. *Flaps around*

Ducky: *Gets on top of egg, mimics swimming* Or a swimmer like me!

Littlefoot: Hey! Why can’t we be its parents?

*Littlefoot’s idea caused most of the children to laugh at how silly such an idea would be. Course, while the children found it funny some of the more adult members were not so sure.*

Cera: Don’t be silly, Littlefoot, how can we be its parents?

Littlefoot: Well, we’ll raise it. Teach it stuff. It’ll be fun.

Troy: *To himself* Oh no…

Justin: I’m not so sure about the ‘fun’ part. But we could definitely show the child the basics, the ropes if you will.

Popeye: I’d says watt ta tike needs is summon to shows to fite. Kid’s got to learn to fend for himselfs and who’s be betta to teach him ten Uncle Popeye meselfsk?

Ducky: Oh yes, yes, yes! I will be a very good mama. Mm-hmm. *Hugs the egg*

Petrie: We be good parents.

*Spike nods his head in agreement, Petrie nearly loses his balances from the rapid shaking.*

Cera: Well, I think I’ll make the best parent.

Loki: *Growls, translates* Here we go again.

Isaac: Cera, what makes you think you’d be better than us?

Cera: Because I’ll let her do anything she wants!

Petrie: That sound good to me. *Flies to the egg*

Ducky: Our baby will never hear, “No!” Oh no, no, no, no!

Littlefoot: So, we’re gonna do it?

Group: Yes!

Troy: NO!

Johnny: *Groans* There’s always got to be that one party-pooper who spoils the fun.

Bonnie: *To Troy* Ah come on, Troy. Don’t you think it would give you an opportunity to share your intellect with the youth of this period?

Troy: That egg doesn’t belong to us! Besides, Logan said we were going to return it tonight and that is what we’re going to do!

Logan: Which we will, Troy. Relax! Let the guys have their fun. I find the imagination of these kids rather amusing now and then.

Bonnie: That’s too bad. I think Logan would make a swell father figure for the little guy.

Logan: *To Bonnie* Me? Nah… You really think so?

Troy: *Annoyed* Logan, if we let them have their fun, they’ll get attached to the egg, which will make it all the more difficult when we go to return it!

Logan: Troy, I understand your concern. But you’ve got nothing to worry about. The important thing is that the egg is safe and it WILL be returned to its rightful owners, if possible. It’s not like it’s going to hatch any time soon.

Troy: It better not. If it does, it’ll be too late to try and return it.

*A few feet away, Ozzy and Strut pokes their hands from some bushes and spied upon the group. They stood ready to make the first move, unaware of what the group was up to. Suddenly, the children and the crew gasped when they saw the egg shift. Logan and Troy turned to see the egg moving, both realizing they spoke too soon. Finally seeing the first sight of activity, Johnny zooms in to film this moment.*

Troy: *Slaps his head* And now it’s too late.

Ducky: Look!

*Ducky leans her head along the cracked egg, listening for any breathing. Suddenly, a foot pushes its way through the shell, triangular shaped with three talons.*

Petrie: It hatching!

Isaac: It’s coming, now!

Bonnie: The baby’s coming!

Johnny: *Filming* My, what big feet it has.

*Soon, a tail pushes out through the egg next until the rest of its body breaks through the egg. From the looks of the creature, its entire anatomy was light blue except for the underbelly. It had short, stubby arms with two talons. Apart from the feet, the biggest portion of this tiny creature was the tail.*

Loki: *Growls, translates* What big tail it has.

*All that remained of the egg was a single shell that covered its face. The newborn creature tilts his head up, shooting the shell off his head. It was certainly not like any creature they were expecting to see, but Troy knew. He was clearly nervous at the sight of the creature, but he knew it was already too late as it looked at the group with red eyes.*

Littlefoot: It’s, it’s a…

*The happy little dinosaur yawned after a long rest, revealing a set of large teeth. All at once, the children started to scream.*

Children: *In unison* Sharptooth!

Troy: Hoo boy…

*The children panicked and started fleeing from the Sharptooth, who looked confused seeing these strange creatures behaving in some form of weird greeting. He just sits there retaining a smile on his face, as he sees the children run around like crazy.*

Cera: *Runs away* Sharptooth! *Screaming*

Ducky: *Follows Cera* Run!

*Ozzy and Strut saw four of the Dinosaur children running straight toward them, while Littlefoot was just about to make a run for it. What surprises them the most is that dreaded word they had been screaming.*

Ozzy and Strut: *In unison* Sharptooth?

*The Struthiomimus duck to avoid being seen by the children. In their panic, the children keep running straight without even getting a good glimpse of the thieves. As they run, a trail of dust builds from behind them as they run over hills deep into the forest. By the time the dust settles, the ‘hills’ the children ran on turn out to be Ozzy and Strut, the egg-stealers groan after being trampled by those kids.*

*Meanwhile, Chomper remained sitting on that stump as the adults stood near speechless and Littlefoot attempting to make a run for it. However, a vine gets in his way preventing him from going any further. Hoping to calm the Sauropod, Logan goes over to try to get him out.*

Logan: Littlefoot, hold on! There’s something you need to—

*Just as Logan got behind him, however, the vine whipped Littlefoot straight into his human companion. They tumbled to their backs along near the stump, as Chomper looked on. The wind knocked out of the two, they slowly turned their heads back to Chomper, who happily made a cooing sound towards the two. Logan had no idea how to respond, but as for Littlefoot…*

Littlefoot: AAAHHH!!!

*Frightened, Littlefoot runs away from the baby sharptooth, who just sat there and watched the Dinosaur run away. The crew just stood there watching the Sharptooth, cautiously keeping a watch in case it made any sudden movements. As for Logan, he just kept quiet while staring at the Sharptooth and slowly pushed himself off the ground never taking his eyes away from the little creature.*

Johnny: *Lowers the camera, raises an eyebrow* Huh… What’s his problem?

Isaac: Yeah, he doesn’t look so scary. I actually think he’s kinda cute.

Logan: *Looks to Troy* This is what you were SO worried about?

Troy: I was worried about when it eventually grows up. For now… He’s harmless.

Bonnie: Aww, he’s so adorable. *Reaches out to the baby* Come here. Come here, little baby.

Justin: Careful, Bonnie, he could bite if he feels threatened.

Troy: *Depressingly* No, he won’t.

Justin: You sure?

Troy: Yeah, it’s safe for her to pick it up. Not like it matters anymore.

*Bonnie slowly approaches the little Tyrannosaur, who appeared more nervous than intimidating. She holds out her hands toward the curious creature, which sniffs for a scent yet is confused when he doesn’t smell anything. Bonnie gently holds the little dinosaur in her hands, carefully raising it close to her and silently they look at each other. Seeing as how this even stranger creature appeared not to mean any harm, her eyes giving off a warm, welcoming glance the creature licks her face and Bonnie giggles.*

*As the team gathered around the child, Littlefoot silently observes from a bush surprised that the creature wasn’t harming either of his friends.*

Littlefoot: *To himself* Aw, he doesn’t look so dangerous.

*Littlefoot slowly made its way to see the creature for himself. Logan was the first to see his friend emerge from hiding and urged him to have a closer look.*

Logan: It’s all right, Littlefoot. He’s not going to hurt you.

Bonnie: Yeah, it’s okay. Come here and have a look at him.

*Bonnie carefully lays the baby back to where he hatched, as a leaf-eater and Sharptooth had this moment to see each other eye-to-eye. The little guy was nervous at this Dinosaur, as he was toward the others, mostly because others like Littlefoot ran after looking at him. Still, he licks Littlefoot’s cheek which causes him to giggle.*

Littlefoot: *Giggles* Friendly, aren’t you?

Baby Rex: *Cooing, smiles*

Bonnie: *Pets the baby* Aww, who’s a cute little baby? You are! Yes, you are. *Tickles its stomach* Coochie, coochie, coochie, coo!

*The baby tyrannosaur giggled and rolled, as Bonnie tickled him. The remaining crew members admire this cute little scene, seeing how happy the little guy was. And then, it suddenly occurred to everyone.*

Littlefoot: *To Bonnie* Hey, I bet he thinks you’re his mama.

Isaac: Then, it looks like we know who the papa is. *Nudges Logan’s shoulder* Eh? Eh?

Logan: Hmm… As much as I’d like to, I think Littlefoot deserves the honor more.

Littlefoot: Gee, you really think so?

Logan: I know so.

Troy: *Rubs his temples* Ugh… This is why I was worried about it hatching before we returned it

Johnny: What?

Troy: When we dinosaurs hatch from our eggs, we imprint on the first thing we see, which would normally be our parents. And since ‘we’ were the first ones the baby saw when it hatched, it’ll be impossible to return it to the Mysterious Beyond now.

Loki: *Growls, translates* And now it’s finally going to happen: Isaac the Media Hunter will now be Isaac the Nurse-Maid.

Isaac: I don’t think that’ll be difficult. I mean, I raised you since you were a cub, didn’t I?

Loki: *Growls, translates* And who had to raise you off the ground, when you botched to capture a Gryphon for supper?

Isaac: *Pause* Point taken.

Littlefoot: *To the baby* Well, we’re not really your parents. But don’t worry we’re going to take good care of you! My friends will too, once they see how nice you are.

Johnny: If they ever decide to come back, that is.

Justin: I’m sure they couldn’t have gone far. Once we find the kids, we’ll gladly explain that this was all a big misunderstanding.

Bonnie: And since this little cutie’s going to be with us for quite some time, it wouldn’t hurt to show him around without alerting the grown-ups.

Littlefoot: Come on. We’ll show you around.

*Littlefoot and the Crew urge the Tyrannosaur to follow them, as they made to search for Littlefoot’s friends. The little guy picks himself up on his two little legs attempting to follow. He lifts one leg, yet finds himself struggling to hold his balance before falling face first to the ground. The group soon realized they face yet another precarious position.*

Bonnie: *Gasps* Oh dear!

Logan: It’s okay, Bonnie. He just tumbled to the ground, that’s all.

Troy: What do you expect? Like he was just going to walk-the-walk around the valley, after only hatching from his egg after an uncalculated amount of time? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Littlefoot: *To the baby* Well, I guess we’d better teach you to walk first. *Lifts a leg* First you life one foot, then you put it down in front of you… *Drops his foot*

Johnny: Then, you put one foot in front of the other… *Sings* And soon, you’ll be walking out the door! *Pause* What? I liked that song.

Logan: It’s all in the ‘1-2 step’, little guy. Now you try.

*Anxious to give it a go, the baby rex takes a step on one leg. Then, he lifts the other. One-two step, one-two step, he starts picking up the pace in his excitement but that sudden movement causes the group to worry.*

Littlefoot: Slow down! You’ll hurt yourself!

*Unfortunately, the creature walks so fast that he loses his balance and lands head-first onto the ground. Thankfully, he didn’t suffer a serious injury but he certainly got the wind knocked out of him.*

Littlefoot: Are you okay?

Baby Tyrannosaur: *Coos assuredly*

Popeye: Boy, ya gots ta be more careful next time.

*Ashamed, the Tyrannosaur turned away and a tear fell from its eye as if thinking he did something wrong.*

Logan: Oh no, no, no, no! It’s okay, we’re not mad.

Bonnie: Aww, poor little baby. *Pets the baby’s head*

Justin: *Thinks it over* Hmm… *Snaps a finger* What he needs is a name.

Johnny: How about Norbert?

Isaac: Johnny, Norbert’s the kind of name you give to a dragon, not a dinosaur.

Johnny: Well, even I’m not silly enough to call him ‘Barney’.  

*As Logan and the Crew attempted to find the perfect name for their new friend, a green dragonfly with a blue tail and four wings buzzed around the baby. The It saw the creature and snapped at the air trying to catch the insect. As Littlefoot observed the creature, he noticed that each time he snapped its jaws in the air he made a ‘chomp’ sound. Suddenly, this activity inspires an idea.*

Littlefoot: I know! We’ll call you Chomper!

*Just as Littlefoot picks a name, Chomper literally ‘chomps’ the Dragonfly to pieces causing the group to move back as the creature munched on its first meal since hatching.*

Troy: Surprisingly, the name actually fits the little guy’s character fittingly well.

Littlefoot: *Gulps nervously, to Chomper* I guess you’re hungry, huh?

*No words were needed as Chomper finished the last of the Dragonfly, chewing it’s carcass with its backend and wings sticking out his jaws. Bug juice dripped along his lips, as Chomper stares innocently towards the group.*

Isaac: Anybody got some beef jerky on ‘em?

Johnny: *Sweat drops* I kind of ate the last piece on the way to the Great Valley yesterday.

Troy: We have to start feeding this child something and fast. A Dragonfly is not going to make a satisfying meal for any newborn T-Rex and I don’t think I need to remind you of their preferred diet again.

Loki: *Growls, translates* Nice knowing you, Isaac.

Isaac: *Annoyed* Loki!

Logan: Hold it! *Makes hand signals* Time out! Time out! Nobody is going to sacrifice anybody. I’m sure there are other means of feeding Chomper.

Littlefoot: Well, maybe we can teach him to eat green food like me! *To Chomper* After all, I’m your papa now! *Nuzzles Chomper*

Bonnie: Don’t forget me! I’m his momma! *Picks up Chomper, kisses him on the snout*

Popeye: I gots an idea!

*Reaching into his shirt, Popeye pulls out a can of his spinach. He opens the can by just a few inches and pulls a bit of the spinach in front of Chomper.*

Popeye: Teas arr very tasty! Tell fills ya up, make ya big and strong! *Pats his stomach* Go aheads, try sum.

Troy: This should be interesting…

*Curious, Chomper leans toward the spinach leaves and lunges for them. The little guy chews the leaves between his jaws, getting a taste of the flavor. The group stands anxiously waiting to see what happens. After a few moments chewing, Chomper stops and makes a weird face.*

Chomper: *Spits it out* Phew! *Gagging*

Johnny: I know how ya feel, little guy. I don’t like greens either.

Littlefoot: Hmm. This is gonna be harder than I thought.

Troy: Not necessarily. He seems to like eating insects. And as long as that’s the only thing he eats, he won’t want to crave bigger meat.

Logan: So now you’re on board with us taking care of him?

Troy: I don’t see what choice we have. He’s already hatched from his egg, he clearly thinks we’re his parents, and if the chances of his ‘real’ family being alive are slim, it looks like Chomper is stuck with us for life.

Logan: *Nods* Okay then, sounds good to me.

Troy: But… He must avoid eating meat, only insects. Alright?

Loki: *Growls, translates* Unless he decides to have Isaac for a late afternoon snack, sounds like a fair deal.

Justin: But there’s definitely going to be more to this parenting stuff than just feeding Chomper.

Logan: You’re right. *Sighs* I hate to say this… But I think this situation calls for experts in this field.

Bonnie: You don’t mean?

Popeye: Ya caints mean?

Logan: *Nods* I do.

Isaac: Hoo boy… You know it’s gotten serious when Logan decides to ask an adult for help.

Logan: *Annoyed* Ahem!

Isaac: Uh, I mean… An OLDER adult.

Littlefoot: But we promised Cera we wouldn’t tell the grown-ups!

Logan: We’re not going to tell them about ‘Chomper’. We’re just going to collect some helpful tips so we can make this parenting business easier. *Pause* Or at least, so we know what we’re doing next time.

Littlefoot: Well, I guess that’s okay. *To Chomper* Chomper, you stay here, okay?

Chomper: *Nods* Uh-huh.

Littlefoot: You won’t go anywhere?

Chomper: *Shakes his head* Nuh-uh.

Logan: We won’t be gone for long. We’ll be back as soon as we get advice from Littlefoot’s grandparents. *Starts walking*

Bonnie: Don’t worry we’ll take care of him till you get back. *Looks at Chomper, lovingly* I know I will. *Nuzzles Chomper*

*With the remainder of the Crew staying behind to watch for Chomper, Littlefoot and Logan ventured forth to find Littlefoot’s Grandparents. They knew this wasn’t going to be an easy, not just because they had to avoid mentioning hatching a baby Sharptooth.*

Littlefoot: If Cera ever finds out, she’ll kill us.

Logan: She won’t. Besides, it’s not like we’ll be gone for long. How much trouble can Chomper get into in five minutes?

*As Logan and Littlefoot continued walking, Chomper saw a pair of butterflies flying in front of his face. They were black with blue wings, green circles, and a few hints of pink. Chomper snaps at the air excited before rushing out of Bonnie’s grip. She and the others watch as the little Tyrannosaur chases the butterflies toward a bush. He lunges for one butterfly, only to snap onto a leaf which he quickly gags out.*

Bonnie: *Worringly* Chomper! Chomper, come to mommy, baby! Please don’t wander off!

*However, with the butterflies catching his attention, Chomper raced after the two butterflies snapping at the air. Seeing Chomper run off, Bonnie and the others were forced to follow the little Tyrannosaur the majority of the group calling out for him to come back.*

Johnny: *Pursues Chomper* Ah man… We’re in trouble already!