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Movie Date: November 18, 1988




Once upon this same earth,



 

                   

beneath this same sun,



 

                   

long before you...



 

                   

before the ape

and the elephant as well,



 

                   

before the wolf,

the bison, the whale,



 

                   

before the mammoth

and the mastodon



 

                   

in the time

of the dinosaurs.



 

                   

Come on!



 

                   

Dinosaurs

were of two kinds--



  

                   

Some had flat teeth

and ate the leaves of trees.



  

                   

Some had sharp teeth

for eating meat.



  

                   

They preyed upon

the leaf-eaters.



  

                   

Then it happened leaves began to die.



  

                   

The mighty beasts,

who appeared to rule earth,



  

                   

were ruled, in truth,

by the leaf.



  

                   

Desperate for food,



  

                   

some dinosaur herds

struck out toward the west,



  

                   

some dinosaur herds

struck out toward the west,



  

                   

searching for

their Great Valley,



  

                   

a land still lush and green.



  

                   

lt was a journey toward life.



  

                   

lt was a march of many dangers.



  

                   

Sharpteeth stalked the herds,



  

                   

waiting to seize

any who strayed.



  

                   

The leaf-eaters stopped only

to hatch their young.



  

                   

Ha.



  

                   

Aah.



  

                   

Ha ha ha!



  

                   

Ha ha ha. Mama.



  

                   

Hmm.



  

                   

Mmm.



  

                   

[Giggling]



  

                   

Mmm.



  

                   

Mmm.



  

                   

[Giggling]



  

                   

[Grrr]



  

                   

[Grrr]



  

                   

Aah!



  

                   

Ha ha ha.



  

                   

[Grrr]



  

                   

Some of the young

seemed born without fear.



  

                   

[Thunder]



  

                   

Aah!



  

                   

Yet...



  

                   

[Arrr]



  

                   

even hatching could be dangerous.



  

                   

One herd had only a single baby,



  

                   

their last hope for the future.



  

                   

Ha ha ha.



  

                   

And they called him...



  

                   

Littlefoot.



  

                   

Here l am.



  

                   

Aw.



  

                   

Ha ha ha.



  

                   

Don't be frightened.



  

                   

Come out.



  

                   

[Chattering]



  

                   

Mmm.



  

                   

Ha ha ha.



  

                   

All that remained

of his herd



  

                   

was his mother,



  

                   

grandmother and his grandfather.



  

                   

He knew them by sight,



  

                   

by scent and by their love.



  

                   

He knew they would

be together always.



  

                   

Now, you be careful,

my Littlefoot.



  

                   

Ahh.



  

                   

Heh heh heh.



  

                   

Aah.



  

                   

Beautiful Littlefoot.



  

                   

Mother, is this

all there is to eat?



  

                   

l'm sorry, my dear.



  

                   

The land has been changing.



  

                   

That is why we must walk

as far as we can each day



  

                   

until we reach the Great Valley.



  

                   

Littlefoot, quickly, come here.



  

                   

Look, up there.



  

                   

A tree star.



  

                   

lt is very special.



  

                   

[Giggling]



  

                   

A tree star.



  

                   

lt is very special.



  

                   

lt'll help you grow strong.



  

                   

Where we are going,



  

                   

there are so many

of these leaves.



  

                   

Come along.



  

                   

Ha ha ha.



  

                   

The valley is filled

with green food,



  

                   

more than you could ever eat



  

                   

and more cool water



  

                   

than you could ever drink.



  

                   

lt's a wonderful,

beautiful place,



  

                   

where we'll live happily



  

                   

with many more of our own kind.



  

                   

When will we arrive?



  

                   

The bright circle

must pass over many times.



  

                   

We must follow it



  

                   

to where it touches the ground.



  

                   

Have you ever seen

the Great Valley?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Well, how do you know

it's really there?



   

                   

Some things you see

with your eyes,



   

                   

others you see

with your heart.



   

                   

l don't understand, Mother.



   

                   

You will, my son.



   

                   

You will.



   

                   

[Giggling]



   

                   

Littlefoot,

don't you wander too far.



   

                   

Hey!



   

                   

Ha ha ha!



   

                   

What are you laughing at?



   

                   

Oh!



   

                   

[Honk]



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Littlefoot.



   

                   

Come, Cera.



   

                   

Three-horns never play

with long-necks.



   

                   

Pffft!



   

                   

Littlefoot.



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Three-horns never play

with long-necks.



   

                   

A long-neck?



   

                   

Hmm.



   

                   

Mother, what's a long-neck?



   

                   

Why, that's what we are, dear.



   

                   

Oh. Well, why can't l play



   

                   

with that three-horn?



   

                   

We were having fun.



   

                   

We all keep to our own kind--



   

                   

The three-horns, the spiketails,



   

                   

the swimmers, the fliers.



   

                   

We never do anything together.



   

                   

Why?



   

                   

Well, because we're different.



   

                   

lt's always been that way.



   

                   

Well, why?



   

                   

Oh, don't worry so much.



   

                   

When we reach the Great Valley,



   

                   

there will be many long-necks



   

                   

for you to play with.



   

                   

l wish we were there now.



   

                   

lt's a long way--



   

                   

Past the rock that

looks like a long-neck,



   

                   

the mountains that burn.



   

                   

Still a long way,

but we'll get there.



   

                   

[Ribbit]



   

                   

Oh!



   

                   

[Ribbit]



   

                   

Hey, hopper, come back!



   

                   

[Ribbit]



   

                   

Hey.



   

                   

You again?



   

                   

Go away!



   

                   

That's my hopper.



   

                   

l--l saw him first.



   

                   

Well, he's in my pond.



   

                   

[Ribbit]



   

                   

[Ribbit]



   

                   

[Ribbit]



   

                   

[Ribbit]



   

                   

[Ribbit]



   

                   

Ha ha ha!



   

                   

Ha ha ha!



   

                   

[Ribbit]



   

                   

Over here.



   

                   

Hey, this is fun.



   

                   

Ha ha ha!



   

                   

Ha ha ha!



   

                   

[Heavy Footsteps]



   

                   

Ha ha ha!



   

                   

Ohh!



   

                   

Ohh! Sharptooth!



   

                   

Help!



   

                   

Mother! Help!



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Go.



   

                   

This way.



   

                   

Mm-mmm.



   

                   

Come back.

You're going the wrong way!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Whoa!



   

                   

Ohh!



   

                   

Mm-ohh!



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Mother?



   

                   

Run!



   

                   

Look out!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Ohh!



   

                   

Oh!



   

                   

- Help!

- Help!



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Mother!



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Daddy!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

ln this time

of the clash of continents,



   

                   

an earthquake split the land.



   

                   

Herds were divided,

families were cut in two.



   

                   

Littlefoot was separated

from his grandparents.



   

                   

Cera!



   

                   

Mama! Daddy!



   

                   

Cera was on one side

of the divide,



   

                   

her parents

were on the other.



   

                   

Mother!



   

                   

Mother!



   

                   

Uh!



   

                   

Mother?



   

                   

Where are you?



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

Mother.



   

                   

Mother?



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

Please get up.



   

                   

l'm...



   

                   

not sure l can, Littlefoot.



   

                   

Yes, you can.



   

                   

Get up.



   

                   

Dear, sweet Littlefoot,



   

                   

do you remember the way

to the Great Valley?



   

                   

l guess so,



   

                   

but why do l have to know?



   

                   

You're going to be with me.



   

                   

l'll be with you,



   

                   

even if you can't see me.



   

                   

What do you mean

if l can't see you?



   

                   

l can always see you.



   

                   

Littlefoot,

let your heart guide you.



   

                   

lt whispers.



   

                   

So listen closely.



   

                   

Mother? Mother?



   

                   

Mmm.



   

                   

Mmmmm.



   

                   

Hey!



   

                   

What's going on here?



   

                   

[Crying]



   

                   

What's your problem?



   

                   

You're not hurt.



   

                   

lt's not fair.



   

                   

She should have known better.



   

                   

That was a sharptooth.



   

                   

lt's all her fault.



   

                   

All whose fault?



   

                   

Mother's.



   

                   

Oh...



   

                   

l see. l see.



   

                   

Why did l wander

so far from home?



   

                   

Oh, it's not your fault.



   

                   

lt's not your mother's fault.



   

                   

You pay attention to old Rooter.



   

                   

lt is nobody's fault.



   

                   

The great circle

of life has begun,



   

                   

but, you see,



   

                   

not all of us arrive

together at the end.



   

                   

What'll l do?



   

                   

l miss her so much.



   

                   

You'll always miss her,



   

                   

but she'll always be with you



   

                   

if you remember

what she taught you.



   

                   

You'll never really be apart,



   

                   

for you're still

a part of each other.



   

                   

My tummy hurts.



   

                   

Well, that, too,

will go in time, little fella...



   

                   

only in time.



   

                   

[Peep]



   

                   

[Peep]



   

                   

[Peep Peep Peep]



   

                   

- [Peep Peep Peep]

- [Peep Peep]



   

                   

[Peep]



   

                   

[Peep Peep Peep]



   

                   

[Peep Peep Peep]



   

                   

At first,



   

                   

Littlefoot could only

think about his mother.



   

                   

He hardly noticed his hunger



   

                   

and forgot that he must

reach the Great Valley.



   

                   

[Peep Peep]



   

                   

[Peep]



   

                   

[Peep]



   

                   

Littlefoot.



   

                   

Littlefoot.



   

                   

Dear Littlefoot,



   

                   

do you remember the way

to the Great Valley?



   

                   

Follow the bright circle



   

                   

past the great rock

that looks like a long-neck



   

                   

and past the mountains

that burn.



   

                   

l'll be in your heart,

Littlefoot.



   

                   

Let your heart guide you.



   

                   

[Gasp]



   

                   

Mother.



   

                   

Mother!



   

                   

Hee hee hee!



   

                   

Mother!



   

                   

Heh heh! lt's you!



   

                   

Wait, Mother!



   

                   

Wait!



   

                   

Then Littlefoot

knew for certain



   

                   

that he was alone



   

                   

and that though

the Great Valley



   

                   

was far away



   

                   

and the journey perilous,



   

                   

he'd have to find his way,



   

                   

or the chain of life

would be broken.



   

                   

Cera!



   

                   

Cera, hello.



   

                   

What do you want?



   

                   

Nothing. Where are you going?



   

                   

l'm going to find my own kind.



   

                   

They're on the other side.



   

                   

You can't climb

up the other side.



   

                   

Maybe you can't.



   

                   

Uhh!



   

                   

Uhh!



   

                   

l'm going to the Great Valley.



   

                   

We could... help each other.



   

                   

Ha! A three-horn...



   

                   

Uhh!



   

                   

does not need help

from a long-neck.



   

                   

[Gasp]



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

W-well, at least

we wouldn't be alone.



   

                   

Well, when l find my sisters,



   

                   

l won't be alone,



   

                   

so go away.



   

                   

Three-horns can

be very dangerous.



   

                   

They only talk with

other three-horns,



   

                   

and they only travel

with other three-horns.



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

l said hello.



   

                   

What is your name?



   

                   

Maybe you cannot talk yet.



   

                   

Huh? Huh?



   

                   

Don't you know anything?



   

                   

Long-necks don't talk to, uh,



   

                   

whatever you are.



   

                   

Me? l'm a long-neck, too. See?



   

                   

And l have a long tail like you.



   

                   

All right...



   

                   

l'm not a long-neck.



   

                   

l'm a bigmouth,



   

                   

but l am all alone.



   

                   

l am.



   

                   

l lost my family

in the big earthshake.



   

                   

Um...



   

                   

you want to go with me?



   

                   

Yeah! Oh.



   

                   

Oh, yes, yes, yes!



   

                   

l do, l do!



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Come on...



   

                   

but you have to keep up.



   

                   

l will keep up. l will.



   

                   

[Hums]



   

                   

Where are we going?



   

                   

To the Great Valley.



   

                   

l won't stop until

l find my grandparents.



   

                   

Do you think



   

                   

my family went

to the Great Valley, too?



   

                   

Maybe. My mother said



   

                   

it's where all

the herds were going.



   

                   

Oh, l hope. l hope.



   

                   

My name's Littlefoot.



   

                   

Mine is Ducky.



   

                   

Yep, that's what it is.



   

                   

Hmm hmm

Hmm hmm hmm



   

                   

Dee dee dee

Doo doo



   

                   

Doo doo

Da da da doo



   

                   

Da dee dee

Doo doo



   

                   

Da da dee dee

Doo doo



   

                   

Dee dee

Dee da da dee



   

                   

Dee doo doo

Doo doo doo da



   

                   

Don't step on a crack,



   

                   

or you'll fall

and break your back.



   

                   

[Growl]



   

                   

Heh heh.



   

                   

My stomach is talking.



   

                   

Mine, too.



   

                   

Hmm. l wonder what

this tastes like.



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

The tree is talking.



   

                   

No, it isn't.



   

                   

You should not eat

talking trees.



   

                   

Nope, nope, nope.



   

                   

Brlrblblrb! Oooh!



   

                   

Aaooh!



   

                   

Hee hee.



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

- Waah!

- Aah!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Who are you? Huh?



   

                   

M-my name Petrie.



   

                   

Petrie, huh?



   

                   

Funny name.



   

                   

Uh, l--l flied?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

You falled.



   

                   

l falled?



   

                   

Ohh!



   

                   

You cannot fly?



   

                   

How did you get up there?



   

                   

l climb.



   

                   

But you're a flier,

not a faller.



   

                   

Hard thing to fly.



   

                   

l guess it is.



   

                   

We can't do it.



   

                   

Nope, we cannot.



   

                   

[Gasp]



   

                   

Uhh!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Uhh!



   

                   

Uhh!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Mm hmm hmm

Hmm hmm



   

                   

Shh! Quiet.



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Stay low.



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Ow!



   

                   

Hey!



   

                   

Petrie!



   

                   

Get off!



   

                   

You got nice

flat head, Flathead.



   

                   

My name is not Flathead.



   

                   

My name is Littlefoot.



   

                   

Littlefoot? Hmm.



   

                   

Are you just going

to stay up there?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

Well, you can't.



   

                   

You're tearing my tree star.



   

                   

lt is very special.



   

                   

His mother gave it to him.



   

                   

She did.



   

                   

Ooh! Mother present

very important.



   

                   

l keep safes.



   

                   

Don't let nobodies touch.



   

                   

Yep, Petrie,

you keep it safe. Yep.



   

                   

Nope.



   

                   

l'm not a carrier.

Get off!



   

                   

You're a flier.

Start flying.



   

                   

B-b-b-but--waah!

Waah! Aah! Aah!



   

                   

Open your wings, Petrie!



   

                   

Open! Open!



   

                   

No can do this!



   

                   

You can fly!



   

                   

Open your skinny wings!



   

                   

Petrie, higher!

Higher like a flier!



   

                   

Danger!



   

                   

Where, Petrie?



   

                   

Th-th-there! Ahead!



   

                   

- Whoa!

- Whoa!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Cera!



   

                   

lt's you!



   

                   

What happened?



   

                   

Why are you so frightened?



   

                   

Frightened?



   

                   

Me?



   

                   

Ha ha ha!



   

                   

Why are you

so frightened?



   

                   

We're not frightened...



   

                   

are we?



   

                   

Nope, nope.



   

                   

Well, you should be.



   

                   

l could be with

the other three-horns,



   

                   

but l came back to warn you.



   

                   

l met the sharptooth!



   

                   

Sharptooth!



   

                   

Ooh!



   

                   

Come on, Cera.



   

                   

Sharptooth is dead.



   

                   

He fell down into

the big underground.



   

                   

And that's...



   

                   

where he met me.



   

                   

Oh!



   

                   

Dear, brave Cera.



   

                   

Dear, brave Cera.



   

                   

Yes, l am brave.



   

                   

Sharptooth is dead!



   

                   

My father told me



   

                   

that flatheads had

very small brains.



   

                   

l was all alone

with him in the dark,



   

                   

just the sharptooth and me.



   

                   

l could hear him breathing.



   

                   

[Hrrahh]



   

                   

- [Hrraaahh]

- Aah!



   

                   

l could see

his one big ugly eye



   

                   

looking for me.



   

                   

[Gasp]



   

                   

[Hrrahh]



   

                   

What did you do?



   

                   

Huh? Huh?



   

                   

l walked right up to him.



   

                   

l looked him

straight in the eye



   

                   

and said...



   

                   

[Hrraah]



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Whoa!



   

                   

Uhh!



   

                   

[Snoring]



   

                   

Ducky!



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

[Snoring]



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

You should come out.

You should.



   

                   

You are late.



   

                   

Yes, you are.



   

                   

Yep, yep, yep.



   

                   

Come out!



   

                   

You are all alone.



   

                   

Are you not scared? Huh?



   

                   

[Yawn]



   

                   

We're going

to the Great Valley.



   

                   

You could go with us. Yes.



   

                   

Uh, you are a spiketail,



   

                   

so we will call you Spike.



   

                   

Ducky!



   

                   

So the five

hungry dinosaurs



   

                   

left for the Great Valley.



   

                   

There had never been

such a herd--



   

                   

A long-neck, a three-horn,



   

                   

a bigmouth,

a flier, and a spiketail,



   

                   

All knowing that

if they lost their way,



   

                   

they would starve



   

                   

or find themselves

in sharptooth's shadow.



   

                   

Hmm. Tree stars grow



   

                   

where there's lots of water.



   

                   

lf we follow this water...



   

                   

[Sniff Sniff]



   

                   

Hmm. No green foods here,



   

                   

and l still hungry.



   

                   

l'm still hungry, too.



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

[Sniff Sniff]



   

                   

Can you smell something?



   

                   

[Sniff Sniff]



   

                   

l...l...



   

                   

l smell... l smell...



   

                   

l smell...



   

                   

Hmm. Ducky.



   

                   

You smell me? Heh heh.



   

                   

l smell water.



   

                   

l smell...



   

                   

tree stars!



   

                   

Oh, look!



   

                   

Green food!



   

                   

The Great Valley!



   

                   

l found it!



   

                   

Cera, stop it!



   

                   

l found it!



   

                   

[Rumbling]



   

                   

Earthshake!



   

                   

We've got to get out of here!



   

                   

That way! Come on!



   

                   

Help!



   

                   

Spike, hurry up!



   

                   

Ducky, Spike,

get out of there!



   

                   

[Gasp]



   

                   

[Gasp]



   

                   

They're eating our food!



   

                   

Look, look what they're doing!



   

                   

They're so greedy!



   

                   

What about me?



   

                   

l'm still hungry!



   

                   

Haah! You hungry?



   

                   

l empty to the top.



   

                   

We at the Great Valley



   

                   

and still no foods.



   

                   

We be hungry forevers.



   

                   

Ohh!



   

                   

No, Petrie.

Cera was wrong.



   

                   

This isn't the Great Valley.



   

                   

Oh, it is not a great anything.



   

                   

Nope, nope, nope.



   

                   

We better go down



   

                   

and see if anything's left.



   

                   

Petrie, could you

fly up there and--



   

                   

No!



   

                   

Petrie, do not feel sad.



   

                   

Many things do not fly--



   

                   

Rocks, trees, sticks,



   

                   

Spike.



   

                   

Waah!



   

                   

- Hey!

- No!



   

                   

Ducky, push Petrie

towards the branches.



   

                   

Ohh!



   

                   

Ok, Spike, not too fast.



   

                   

Whoa!



   

                   

Ok. Hey, not too fast.



   

                   

Hey, not too fast!



   

                   

- Aah!

- Aah!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

You four look so ridiculous.



   

                   

Ha ha ha ha!



   

                   

Ohh!



   

                   

Ducky, Petrie,

come down here!



   

                   

We've got green food!



   

                   

Fly, Petrie!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Fly, Petrie!

Flap your wings!



   

                   

[Awk]



   

                   

l flied?



   

                   

Come on, Cera.

We've got green food.



   

                   

l can get my own green food.



   

                   

See? l can take care of myself...



   

                   

all by myself.



   

                   

And l'm not afraid to be alone!



   

                   

l know my way to go,



   

                   

and l'm not

afraid of sharptooth!



   

                   

l hope he doesn't eat any of you.



   

                   

Don't worry.

There isn't any sharptooth.



   

                   

[Gasp]



   

                   

Sharptooth!



   

                   

Spike.



   

                   

Ahem.



   

                   

[Sigh]



   

                   

There isn't any sharptooth.



   

                   

Mmm.



   

                   

Mmm.



   

                   

[Thud]



   

                   

Ohh!



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Wake up.



   

                   

Wake up!



   

                   

Wake up!



   

                   

Hey, stop that.



   

                   

Shh! lt's sharptooth.



   

                   

Cera, stop it.



   

                   

Shh! He'll eat us.



   

                   

He'll eat us! Run!



   

                   

Come back!



   

                   

Don't look back!

Keep going!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Now will you believe me?



   

                   

We're safe now.



   

                   

Nobody's safe with you.



   

                   

Look. That rock

looks like a long-neck,



   

                   

like my mother said.



   

                   

We're going the right way,



   

                   

the way to the Great Valley!



   

                   

Littlefoot had been wrong

about the sharptooth,



   

                   

but the others followed.



   

                   

Their only hope

was the Great Valley.



   

                   

Littlefoot alone knew the way.



   

                   

Come on. Get up.



   

                   

We're going the right way.



   

                   

We got to keep moving.



   

                   

You can't quit.



   

                   

What if the Great Valley



   

                   

is just over these rocks?



   

                   

Though they were

sore-stumped and tired,



   

                   

Littlefoot urged them on.



   

                   

He'd never seen

the Great Valley,



   

                   

but his heart told him

they were close.



   

                   

Surely at the top,

they'd behold it.



   

                   

This is your Great Valley?



   

                   

You're crazy.



   

                   

l'm leaving.



   

                   

Cera, we have to keep

following the bright circle.



   

                   

l'm taking the easy way.



   

                   

lt's the wrong way.



   

                   

Who says?



   

                   

My mother.



   

                   

Then she was stupid, too.



   

                   

Take that back.



   

                   

Never.



   

                   

Take it back!



   

                   

No!



   

                   

Spike!



   

                   

Spike, stop!



   

                   

Don't fall!



   

                   

You!



   

                   

Let go of my leg!



   

                   

Spike.



   

                   

Take that!



   

                   

Huh!



   

                   

Go on!



   

                   

Go the wrong way.



   

                   

We never wanted you

with us anyway.



   

                   

Come on.

We have to keep going.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Cera's way is easier.



   

                   

l think so, too.



   

                   

Oh, Flathead, wait!



   

                   

Ooh! Aah! Ow!



   

                   

No be angry.



   

                   

Wait!



   

                   

Cera, wait for us!



   

                   

We're coming with you, Cera!



   

                   

Cera, Spike, wait!



   

                   

l wish Littlefoot

was here with us now.



   

                   

Me, too.



   

                   

Spike.



   

                   

Spike, do not stop.



   

                   

We must stay together.



   

                   

A-a-a-aah!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Whoa! Cera, l--



   

                   

Whoa! Oh, Cera,

Ducky, Spike!



   

                   

Help!



   

                   

Help, Cera!



   

                   

Cera, where are you?



   

                   

Littlefoot!



   

                   

Ducky!



   

                   

Littlefoot!



   

                   

Hang on! l'm coming!



   

                   

Littlefoot!



   

                   

Quick, this way!



   

                   

Hang on, Petrie!



   

                   

Help!



   

                   

Ooh!



   

                   

Ducky! Spike!



   

                   

Oh, Petrie am so happy.



   

                   

Jump, Petrie!



   

                   

Help, Ducky!



   

                   

Petrie, pull!



   

                   

Petrie.



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Help!



   

                   

Help!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Aah! Help me!



   

                   

Help!



   

                   

Woo!



   

                   

Get away from me!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Let go of me!



   

                   

Help!



   

                   

Help!



   

                   

Petrie, Spike, Ducky, help!



   

                   

Cera, it is us.



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Ha ha ha!



   

                   

l knew it was you

all along. l did!



   

                   

Oh, get out of my way.



   

                   

Cera?



   

                   

Cera, come back!



   

                   

Come back!



   

                   

Cera was still too proud

to admit that...



   

                   

she'd gone the wrong way.



   

                   

[Crying]



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Sharptooth!



   

                   

lt's sharptooth.



   

                   

Let's get rid of him for good.



   

                   

We'll coax him to deep water.



   

                   

He can't swim

with scrawny arms.



   

                   

Me and Spike will push

that rock on his head.



   

                   

He'll fall into the water.



   

                   

Petrie, whistle when he's

where the water gets dark.



   

                   

Now we need some bait.



   

                   

Hmm.



   

                   

Me?



   

                   

Oh, no.



   

                   

No, no, no, no.



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Hm--hm--hm--hm...



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

[Grrr]



   

                   

Ducky!



   

                   

Ducky!



   

                   

[Whistles]



   

                   

Push, Spike,

with all your might!



   

                   

Ha ha ha!



   

                   

Petrie!



   

                   

l flying.



   

                   

l flying!



   

                   

l flying!



   

                   

Help!



   

                   

Petrie!



   

                   

l'm coming!



   

                   

Cera, you're back!



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

He was my friend.



   

                   

Poor Petrie.



   

                   

Poor, poor Petrie.



   

                   

Petrie.



   

                   

[Gasping]



   

                   

Stop!



   

                   

You go without Petrie?



   

                   

Petrie.



   

                   

Oh!



   

                   

Petrie, you're safe!



   

                   

Yep, yep, yep, yep,

yep, yep!



   

                   

Littlefoot.



   

                   

Littlefoot.



   

                   

Mother!



   

                   

Littlefoot.



   

                   

Mother?



   

                   

l tried to do

what you told me,



   

                   

but it's just too hard.



   

                   

l'll never find

the Great Valley.



   

                   

[Wind Blows]



   

                   

Mother. Mother!



   

                   

Don't go, Mother!



   

                   

Don't go!



   

                   

The Great Valley.



   

                   

Cera, Spike,

Ducky, Petrie, over here!



   

                   

Littlefoot, you found it!



   

                   

Yep, yep, yep.



   

                   

We did it.

We did it together!



   

                   

The Great Valley



   

                   

was all they dreamed

it would be--



   

                   

A land of green,

leaves and life.



   

                   

There were waterfalls,

grassy meadows,



   

                   

enough tree stars

to feast on forever



   

                   

and raising upon them,

their families.



   

                   

This is our

new brother Spike.



   

                   

Mama, l a flier!



   

                   

- Yay!

- Yay!



   

                   

Daddy!



   

                   

Cera?



   

                   

Daddy.



   

                   

And Littlefoot



   

                   

found his grandmother

and grandfather at last--



   

                   

The same loving faces

he'd looked into



   

                   

on the day of his birth.



   

                   

Littlefoot! Come on.

l'll race you.



   

                   

And they all grew up

together in the valley--



   

                   

Generation upon generation,



   

                   

each passing on to the next



   

                   

the tale of

their ancestors' journey



   

                   

to the valley... long ago.



   

                   

to the valley... long ago.



   

                   

Don't lose your way



   

                   

With each passing day



   

                   

You've come so far



   

                   

Don't throw it away



   

                   

Live believing



   

                   

Dreams are for weaving



   

                   

Wonders are waiting to start



   

                   

Live your story



   

                   

Faith, hope, and glory



   

                   

Hold to the truth in your heart



   

                   

lf we hold on



   

                   

Together



   

                   

l know our dreams



   

                   

Will never die



   

                   

Dreams see us through



   

                   

To forever



   

                   

Where clouds roll by



   

                   

For you and l



   

                   

Souls in the wind



   

                   

Must learn how to bend



   

                   

Seek out a star



   

                   

Hold on till the end



   

                   

Valley



   

                   

Mountain



   

                   

There is a fountain



   

                   

Washes our tears all away



   

                   

Worlds are swaying



   

                   

Someone is praying



   

                   

Please let us come home to stay



   

                   

lf we hold on



   

                   

Together



   

                   

l know our dreams



   

                   

Will never die



   

                   

Dreams see us through



   

                   

To forever



   

                   

Where clouds roll by



   

                   

For you and l



   

                   

When we are out there



   

                   

ln the dark



   

                   

We'll dream about the sun



   

                   

ln the dark



   

                   

We'll feel the light



   

                   

Warm our hearts



   

                   

Every one



   

                   

lf we hold on



   

                   

Together



   

                   

l know our dreams will never die



   

                   

Dreams see us through to forever



   

                   

As high as souls can fly



   

                   

The clouds roll by



   

                   

For you and l

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