Land Before Time VII: The Stone of Cold Fire, The (2000)

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PETRIE: Long, long time ago,

when little blinky lights in

big darkness even more shiny,

when great light circle

real smooth,

not pockety like now,

when whole world

very different,

back then,

there no three-horn,

no longneck,

not even sharptooth!

No, only one type animal,

who fill sky with mighty

screech and big floppy sound.

This most smart, most brave,

most handsome creature

to ever rule world!

The flyers!

CERA: What?

Hold it right there!

That's not even close

to the way it happened.

(GASPS)

Is too.

Says who?

My Uncle Pterano,

that who.

He tell me

all about it

when me just nesting.

Well, he

told you wrong.

I did not

know you had

an uncle.

Well, um...

That because

he go away when

we all babies.

Go away? Ha!

You mean

he was sent away.

(GASPS)

My father once told me that

the grown-ups kicked your

uncle out of the herd.

Wow. What

did he do?

Uh, I forget

that part.

But I do

remember it was

pretty awful.

(GROWLING)

(GASPS)

Ha!

(GROUND RUMBLING)

(GROUND RUMBLING)

Lookee!

DUCKY: Who are they?

LITTLEFOOT: Far Walkers.

Grandpa said

we were coming into

the wandering time.

DUCKY: Where are they

wandering from?

Away from

the cold lands,

looking for food.

They know they can

rest here, and then

go on their way.

Yeah.

With a belly full of

our tree stars.

Only if you not

eat them all first.

What did

you say?

I say, "Oh, gee!

That sure be the worst."

GRANDMA: Littlefoot!

Littlefoot!

Littlefoot,

that is your

grandma calling.

Huh?

DUCKY'S MOM: Ducky!

DUCKY'S MOM: Spike!

Let us go home, Spike.

CERA'S DAD: Cera!

Time for bed.

Huh?

We better go.

A world run

by flyers. Ha!

Was too!

Was not!

Was too!

Was not!

Was too.

Was not!

GRANDPA: Littlefoot!

Huh?

GRANDPA: Littlefoot!

Um... Coming!

(SNORING)

Ow!

(RUMBLING)

Huh?

LITTLEFOOT: Whoa!

(GASPS)

Grandpa! Grandma!

Did you see it?

Wasn't that

amazing?

Wasn't what amazing,

Littlefoot?

The way that thing

flew across the sky!

And that light,

and that noise.

And...

You didn't see

any of it?

Littlefoot,

we need to talk.

Okay.

About what?

About what you saw

last night.

You see, dear,

word has gotten around.

And it's made

some of our guests

a bit, well, upset.

Upset?

That's putting

it mildly.

There's no

reason to get

all huffy.

(SCOFFS)

Bah, yourself!

Littlefoot,

why don't you

tell everyone exactly

what you saw.

Well, I saw

a flying rock.

There, you see?

Nothing unusual about

a flying rock. We've all

seen them.

Yeah, but this

one was different.

Oh...

Well, it flew

real low,

and it shined

like the bright circle,

only blue.

And it made a

crackling sound,

like fire in the trees.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Look here. Nobody else

saw this thing.

How do you explain that?

I don't know.

I guess everybody

else was asleep.

You believe me,

don't you, Grandpa?

Of course

I believe you,

Littlefoot.

But...

But what?

But perhaps you saw

a flying rock that only

seemed different.

Perhaps you were

still a little sleepy.

Or maybe it was

something you saw in a dream.

Isn't that also possible?

Well, I...

I guess so.

Only...

RAINBOW FACE 1: It's always

like this, isn't it?

Yes, if they don't see it

with their own eyes,

it doesn't exist.

What limited thinking.

I beg your pardon?

As well you should.

I mean, what if

the little longneck did

see something

extraordinary?

Miraculous!

Impossible.

Really?

Have you

really seen all

there is to see?

Are there

no mysteries

left for you?

(STAMMERING)

Well... No.

Ah! Then why do you call

the Mysterious Beyond

"mysterious"?

Why not the

"Boring Beyond"?

Or the

"Ooh, Nothing Out Here Of Any

Interest To Us Beyond"?

Don't you ever wonder

what's out there?

* Beyond the Mysterious Beyond

* Out past the smallest light

that's twinkling

* You cannot even have

an inkling

* Of what is going on

For example, there's

this enormous black...

(CLEARS THROAT)

* Beyond the Mysterious Beyond

* Out where the darkness

is the scariest

* Out where the wonders

are the rariest

* Past the edge of dawn

* There's so much more

to everything

* Than anyone supposes

* The answers lie

inside your dreams

* And underneath your noses

* Beyond this Mysterious

Beyond

* They act like they really

think they know it all

* That I won't believe it

till they show it all

* I trust what

my eyes can see

* Not some dumb beyond

Friends of yours?

Uh, not really.

They joined up with us

some time ago.

Always asking questions,

talking in riddles.

Harmless, I think,

but, well,

they are a bit strange.

You're all

a bit strange,

if you ask me.

* Beyond the Mysterious Beyond

* Think of the things

that we could see there

* Oh, how I wish that

we could be there

* All of my friends and me

BOTH: * If stars can fall

and rocks can fly

* And mountains catch on fire

* We can set our sights

beyond the sky

* Or maybe even higher

* Beyond the Mysterious Beyond

* Trust in your

own imagination

Huh.

* You are a part of

the creation

* Of all that lies beyond

* The Mysterious Beyond

* The Mysterious Beyond

* Beyond

I'm sorry,

but what are

you saying?

We're saying,

what if this was no

ordinary flying rock?

What if it was,

for example,

a stone of cold fire?

(ALL MURMURING)

What does the

Rainbow Face mean?

What is a stone

of cold fire?

Glad you asked.

Some say that these

stones can shine

light without heat.

Some believe they can

give powers far beyond

our comprehension,

heal the sick

and other miracles.

Then again, still

others believe

that such stones

are a message.

What kind of message?

A message

from beyond the

Mysterious Beyond.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Quiet!

You're not from

around here, are you?

You might say that.

Then let me tell you

how things work

in these parts.

Oh, please do!

This should

be fascinating.

(CHUCKLING)

First, a flying rock

is a flying rock.

Second, fire

can't be cold.

And third, there

is nothing beyond

the Mysterious Beyond.

You're sure?

Yes. And I'm also

sure I don't want any

raving Rainbow Faces

filling our young ones'

heads with rubbish.

Please? I know

where it fell.

We could go

find it and...

No.

The Smoking Mountains

are far away in

the Mysterious Beyond.

Totally off-limits.

There are sharpteeth

and fire pits.

And that's that.

But...

I'm sorry,

Littlefoot,

but until

the Far Walkers

leave the valley,

it might be better if we

didn't make any more fuss

about that flying rock.

All right?

(SIGHS)

Yes, Grandpa.

Of course, you

can always talk

to me about it.

I am curious

about such things,

you know.

I know, Grandpa.

So, what do

you think it was?

Well, that's

hard to say.

(LAUGHING)

PETRIE: My turn! My turn!

How come

you not play?

Ah, I'm still

thinking about

this morning.

Except for

Grandma and Grandpa,

nobody believes me.

We believe you,

right, Spike?

Mmm-hmm.

Only, um, Littlefoot?

Well, I think

there can be

a stone in a fire

and a stone

that is cold,

but how can a stone

that is cold be on fire?

I do not

understand.

No, no, no.

I know it

doesn't make

much sense,

but I saw what I saw.

You believe me,

don't you?

Uh, Petrie not want

to think about it.

Story too spooky.

(STAMMERS) Sarah?

Uh, I don't know.

I mean, maybe if

I'd seen it myself.

That's it!

If we found that stone of

cold fire, everyone could

see it for themselves.

That would prove

I was telling the truth.

But you hear

grown-ups.

Smoking Mountains

too dangerous.

Nonsense.

(ALL GASP)

Did I startle

you, Petrie?

Yes. No.

How do you

know my name?

Petrie,

I'm heartbroken.

Don't you recognize

your dear old uncle?

Pterano!

(LAUGHING)

What are you

doing here?

Migrating, naturally,

like the others out

there in the field.

Boldly searching an

unforgiving wasteland

to find a more hospitable

place to call home.

Well, you won't

find it here.

Don't tell me.

You must be old

Three-Horn's daughter.

How'd you know?

Let's just say

there is a strong

family resemblance.

Oh. Thank you.

Ah, and you

must be...

Littlefoot.

Him my good friend.

Cera and Ducky

and Spike, too.

Yes, yes. But this

is the one who claims

he saw a stone

of cold fire.

I guess you don't

believe me either.

Oh, no, dear child,

I believe you

completely.

I know how stubborn

the other grown-ups

can be.

That's why

I had to leave

the herd, you know.

They simply

had no vision.

Oh, but me

believe Littlefoot.

You do?

So much for

"Story too spooky."

Grand, then

we all agree.

But the only way to

convince everyone

else is, as you say,

to go and find

that stone.

Uh, I wasn't

serious.

I was just

thinking out loud.

Anyway, we were

about to go home.

Uh, yeah, our

parents will be

worried about us.

Well, we don't

want nobody getting

worried, now do we?

Oh, no, no.

They might think

something awful has

happened to you.

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

Who are they?

Rinkus and Sierra?

Never mind them.

They're just tired

from our long journey

and not

thinking clearly.

Uh, yeah.

Well, we have to go.

Oh. That okay.

Me stay here

with Uncle Pterano.

Petrie,

it's time to go!

(GRUMBLES)

Maybe see you later?

Of course.

Now run along.

Oh, and if you

change your mind about

going after that stone,

I'd be happy to help.

Ta-ta!

Oh, you bet my beak.

The next time

keep it shut!

Why should we?

Them brats

weren't falling

for your little act.

I say we go find

that cold fire thingy

on our own.

I repeat, Mr. Sierra,

we don't know

where the stone landed!

Then why not simply

make the longneck

tell us where it is?

Or else...

Ow!

Mr. Rinkus,

if you threaten

the young ones

it will put the

elders on alert.

They will watch

our every move

and our cause

will be lost!

Now, is that

what you want?

(STAMMERING) No, no,

no, no, no. Of course not.

Therefore,

we must be

calm and patient.

Young Littlefoot will talk.

And when he does

the Stone of Cold Fire

will be mine!

(PANTING)

Whoa!

(CHUCKLES)

It's a little early

for your bath, dear.

Why the rush?

Rush?

No rush.

Uh, I just...

I suddenly felt

kind of dirty.

Were you

splashing around in

the bubbling mud again?

No, we were just

sitting around talking

in the tall trees.

Oh, well,

that's perfectly...

Only then

we had a visitor.

Oh, and who was that?

Petrie's Uncle Pterano.

Oh, my goodness.

Here? In the Great Valley?

And he was with

some other flyers.

I know

he's Petrie's uncle

but there's something

about him that... (SIGHS)

Well, I just

don't like him.

Is that bad?

Littlefoot,

you have good instincts

and you should

pay attention to them.

Did Pterano tell you

why he left the herd?

Well, he said because

the other grown-ups

couldn't see very well.

What nerve!

We could see just fine.

As a matter of fact,

we saw right through him.

Now, Grandpa,

you haven't even

seen him yet

and he's already

made you upset.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It just sound like

Pterano is up to

his old tricks again.

What old tricks?

Oh, well,

let's just say

that if we had not

put a stop to Pterano

we might never

have made it to

the Great Valley.

That's awful!

(SIGHS) Yes, it was.

Someday,

when you're older,

I'll tell you about it.

Oh, why do I have

to wait until...

In the meantime,

remember,

Pterano can sound

as if he knows everything,

even when

he knows nothing.

So be careful, will you?

Okay. I promise.

YOUNG FLYER: Tell me more!

I want to hear more!

Onward I flew!

Sharptooth gained on me,

its foul breath at my tail,

its jaws opened wide...

Teeth above me,

teeth below me...

It was about to

swallow me whole.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

(GROWLS)

PETRIE'S MOM: Pterano.

It's time for

the young ones

to take their nap.

Of course.

Okay, bye!

Wasn't that neat?

Yeah, I want to

be like Pterano

when I grow up.

Me too!

I'm going to be

just like him!

Now, mind your mother

and let's all behave.

Yes, let's.

Come along, Petrie.

Oh, Petrie,

could I have

a word with you?

Oh, yes, Uncle.

Gee, you sure lead

exciting life.

High praise indeed,

coming from you.

I understand

that you are quite

the adventurer yourself.

Ooh, you right about that.

Me very brave!

(GROWLING)

PETRIE'S MOM: Petrie!

Where are you?

(GULPS)

Well, then,

as one adventurer

to another,

perhaps you could

do me one tiny,

harmless favor.

You're late.

Sorry, uh,

Petrie take big nap.

(YAWNS)

So, uh,

what me miss?

Littlefoot is

one pointy seed

ahead of Spike

and this is

Spike's last turn.

(SHUSHES)

(GRUNTS)

Oh, he got two!

Spike wins!

Oh, well.

Good game, Spike.

Oh, too bad you lose,

Littlefoot.

But that the way

the rock rolls.

And speaking of rock,

say, how about that

Stone of Cold Fire, huh?

ALL: What?

Me just thinking.

Sure wish

me see it, too.

Where you see it land,

again?

Well, it went over

the top of Three-Horn Peak,

but kind of off to the side.

Oh, what does it matter?

We can't go there anyway.

Why do you ask, Petrie?

Me?

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

Uh... Oh, no reason.

Just, uh, want know.

Ha! It's more like

you uncle wants

to know. Right, Petrie?

No! Yes!

No! Well...

Maybe him, too,

but honest, me...

Petrie!

(EXCLAIMING)

Petrie!

(GROANS)

Me just not

cut out for this game.

Petrie, are you okay?

No, he's not okay,

because it's not okay

to tell a lie.

I'm sorry, Petrie,

but my grandparents

told me to be careful

around your uncle.

Sometimes he uses

his words to fool you.

No! You wrong!

He not do that!

I think Pterano

is trouble!

And so are those

other flyers he was with!

(GASPS)

My dad says

that you can tell

a lot about somebody

by the quality

of his friends.

Oh, yeah?

Well... Well,

then me in trouble,

'cause my friends

acting like stink bugs!

(CRYING)

Petrie, do not go.

No, no, no!

Ah, who cares!

Maybe he should

just go off

with the rest of

those stupid old flyers.

That's what worries me.

(SNIFFS)

They so mean.

There, there, Petrie.

Come to dear old

Uncle Pterano.

Tell me everything.

(ALL SNORING)

(SNORING)

Oh, Spike,

I cannot sleep.

(MUMBLING SLEEPILY)

No, I am not hungry.

I am worried

about Petrie.

Friends should not

make friends feel so bad.

No, no, no.

I am going

to find Petrie.

I am going to

make things all better.

PTERANO: Sierra!

Huh?

Settle down, will you?

(GASPS)

Why should I?

Anyway, what are

we waiting for?

We could be

halfway to the

Smoking Mountains by now.

Yes, with half

the Great Valley

right on our tails.

Why would they

come after us?

The young ones

have told their parents

that they've seen me.

If we leave in a hurry,

they might think that

we are up to no good.

But we are

up to no good.

No! I work

for the greater good.

My purpose is noble!

They have never understood.

But soon,

I will prove

I am right.

Until then,

we must be careful.

We will leave with the

rest of the Far Walkers

once the

great night circle

starts to shrink.

(SCOFFS)

And then we will

find the Stone

of Cold Fire, yes?

Yes.

And I shall take

my rightful place

as leader of the herd.

And I will rule

over the most beautiful,

fertile land in the world,

the Great Valley.

Oh, no, no, no.

I must tell Littlefoot.

(WHIMPERING)

SIERRA: It's kind of late

for a stroll, isn't it?

(SCREAMS)

Here, what was that?

We got us

a little spy.

(GRUNTING)

Well, um,

that forces me

to make

a small change

in our flight plan.

Oh. (GULPS)

DUCKY: (SCREAMS)

Put me down!

(GASPS) Ducky!

I am not a flyer!

(SCREAMING)

What's happening?

What's that?

DUCKY: Help!

What is that? What?

BOTH: Sharpteeth!

Run!

(ALL CHATTERING ANXIOUSLY)

DUCKY: Help, help, help!

Where is she going?

Wherever your uncle

and the other flyers

are taking her.

(GASPS)

You wrong!

Pterano never do...

No, Petrie, it's true.

It is Pterano.

No. (SNIFFS)

(EXCLAIMS)

Watch where

you're going.

You think this is easy?

(DUCKY WHIMPERING)

Then how about

you carry her?

Stop!

Uncle, you make

mean flyer let Ducky go.

Petrie,

listen to me.

Tell the others

not to follow

and no harm will come

to the swimmer.

I no understand

why you do this!

None of your business,

you little gnat!

Now, buzz off!

Petrie!

(YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

If there's one thing

I will not tolerate,

it's violence.

Then why are you

hitting me?

Right,

make that two things.

Violence

and stupid questions.

(PETRIE YELLING)

(INHALES)

(DUCKY SCREAMING)

DUCKY: Help, help, help!

(ALL CLAMORING)

Look, those flyers

have taken my daughter

and I want her back

before... Before...

Don't worry.

My brother may be

many bad things,

but he would never let

those others harm her.

Bah! We couldn't

trust him before,

and we can't

trust him now.

And why didn't somebody

tell me Pterano was

talking to the young ones?

Cera!

I... I thought

you would be angry.

Angry? Angry?

Oh, I'm not angry.

I'm furious!

You cannot blame

the children,

Mr. Three-Horn.

They didn't know

Pterano was so dangerous.

They weren't even with us

when it all happened.

(ALL AGREEING)

When what all happened?

Nobody tells us anything.

Littlefoot is right.

I'm sorry

this will be

painful for you.

(SIGHS) It is time

they knew the truth.

Well, this all began

not long after

you little ones

were separated from us

in the great earthshake.

We, too,

set out to find

the Great Valley.

Then, as now,

we made our decisions

as a group,

no one opinion

outweighing the others.

But Pterano didn't like

being part of the herd.

He wanted to be

in charge of it.

For some reason,

he felt that

he always knew more

than the rest of us.

Maybe he know more

because he fly up high,

see stuff

others could not see.

(SHUSHES)

GRANDPA: Mmm.

(CLEARS THROAT)

As I was saying,

for some reason,

some of the herd

believed Pterano.

Soon he led them away

from the rest of us.

They were sure

he had all the answers.

They were sure

he would never

lead them astray.

They were wrong.

(RUMBLING)

What is it?

Danger!

Run!

Run!

Rockfall!

Hurry, run!

Hurry, run!

DINOSAUR: Sharpteeth!

(ROARING)

GRANDPA: He never told us

why it happened,

only that it

wasn't his fault,

and we never saw any

of the others again.

But he right. It not

his fault others not

know how to fly away.

Nevertheless, it was

his fault that they

got into such danger.

A real leader must be

willing to take the credit

when things are good

and the blame

when they go bad.

But not Pterano.

Oh, no!

He just kept changing

his story and lying

and scheming and...

DUCKY'S MOM:

Quiet! Quiet!

We all know what

happened before.

Right now, somebody

has got to go rescue

my little Ducky.

Uh, yes, my

point exactly.

Littlefoot, we need you

to tell us exactly where

to find that flying rock.

Oh, not that

nonsense again!

Whether or not I believe

there is such a thing as

a stone of cold fire,

that is where they

will go, am I right?

Mmm-hmm.

Go on,

Littlefoot.

Tell us.

(GASPS)

(SIGHS)

I told them where

the flying rock is.

Why don't they go?

Oh, this all

my fault!

You can say

that again.

Why? If me say

again, only make

me feel worse.

That's the

basic idea.

We can't wait any

longer, we have to

save Ducky ourselves.

Aren't you forgetting? The

grown-ups said the Smoking

Mountains are off-limits.

Yeah. They'd

be real mad

if we gone.

By the time they're

through arguing, we could

go and be back again.

They won't

even notice.

Well, even if you

could catch up

to those flyers,

then what

will you do?

I don't know.

But Grandpa

told me to trust

my instincts,

and my instincts

tell me we've

gotta do something!

(WHINES)

PETRIE: Oh, Ducky!

Yeah,

let's do it!

LITTLEFOOT: Wait up, Spike!

PETRIE: We coming, Ducky!

I told you that

the young ones

had potential.

Especially the

little longneck.

Think we should

help them out?

You know that

isn't allowed.

Oh, yes,

I know.

(PANTING)

Careful.

Careful!

Oh!

Ooh!

You are not very good

at landing, are you?

Pipe down or I'll...

PTERANO: Sierra!

Show a little

self-control,

will you?

Self-control my tailbone!

I've been putting up

with that whiny little

voice since we took off.

(IMITATING DUCKY)

No, no, no!

Yep, yep, yep!

It's driving me

nuts, nuts, nuts!

Look! No one is

coming after us.

Maybe we could leave

our guest here, and

be on our way, yes?

Oh, I would not

do that if I were

you, no, no, no.

Leave you behind?

No, stand on

that edge.

(SCREAMING)

Told him.

(MOANING)

Ah, Rinkus.

"Out of the mouths

of hatchlings,"

as they say.

Yes, well if you are so

smart, who is watching

the little babblebeak?

(GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

(ALL SCREECHING)

Oh, yes, this

is much nicer.

Only there's no

place to hide!

(SCREAMING)

Gotcha now!

Ducky? Can

you hear me?

Come out now,

child, I promise

we won't hurt you.

(ECHOING)

Hurt you.

Hurt you.

Oh, yeah, it must've

been quite a drop.

I can't see

a thing. It's way

too dark in there.

Poor thing.

So young!

So full of life!

So what?

I was responsible for

that little swimmer.

And now

I've lost her.

Well, Pterano,

you should be

used to this kind

of thing by now.

Ooh, I'm

very high up!

I do not want

to fall, no, no...

No!

Hello? Is

anybody there?

(ECHOING)

Is anybody there?

Is anybody there?

That is okay. When

it comes to dark

and scary places,

I like them better

when they are empty.

Oh, great! We'll never

catch those beakheads.

It'll take us all day

to climb down this side

and up the other one.

Maybe we

won't have to.

Look!

Those vines look

strong enough.

I'll bet we

could use them

to walk across.

Oh, no, not

this three-horn.

Cera scaredy-egg!

Cera...

Hey! I'm not

a scaredy-egg!

But every time

we sneak off and

leave the Great Valley,

we end up having to crawl

across some giant ditch or

pointy rocks or something.

Yeah?

And somehow, the

only way to do it

is if we use some

big tipping boulder

or rotten old log.

Uh-huh.

And I always end up

at the back of the line,

falling off

or getting chased

by a sharptooth.

She do have a point.

So, what do

you want to

do about it?

Well, uh, this time

I'm going to be the

one who goes first.

So if there's trouble,

I'm not stuck behind,

screaming my head off.

No. This time,

I'm going to be safe.

Um, okay.

Careful.

Careful!

Woah! (GRUNTS)

How are you

doing, Cera?

(NERVOUSLY)

Fine. I'm doing fine.

Yeah, just great.

Keep it up, everybody,

we're almost there.

(PANTING) Good!

Then can all relax.

Spike, no!

(WHIMPERING NERVOUSLY)

LITTLEFOOT: Spike!

Hang on!

Petrie!

I told you!

ALL: Woah!

Don't ever do

that again!

Well, at least

we're all here!

I mean,

except for Ducky.

(WHINES)

(SIGHS) Poor Ducky.

(SIGHS) Poor Ducky.

DUCKY: (SIGHS) Poor me.

Ducky?

ALL: Ducky?

You're okay!

Oh! Yes!

Yes, I am!

(GRUNTING HAPPILY)

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

But how you

get here?

Well, the flyers chased me

and I ran and I fell through

the top of a big cave

into a big

cold water

and I walked down

this big crawl hole

and then I found you.

(CRYING) Me not

understand why

Pterano so mean!

Do not feel bad. Your

uncle was not as mean

as the other flyers.

He not?

Oh, no, he was

very sad when

they dropped me.

He was, he was.

* Everybody has a lot

of good inside them

* And everybody

has a little bad

* Everyone is going to

make you happy sometimes

* And everyone is

going to make you sad

* They will trip on your tail

or tromp on your toes

* Or knock you in a puddle

* It is not that they

mean to be mean, no, no

* They are only in

a bit of a muddle

* Yeah, everybody want

to do the right thing only

* Sometimes they

do it all wrong

Woah!

* When they think you think

they really weak and little

* They act like they

awful big and strong

* They stomp all around

and talk real loud

* But it's just pretendly

* They're sticking their

beaks all up in the air

* When they might just

want to be friendly

* No one's only

black or white

* We're pink

* And yellow

* And green

* Sometimes we're wrong

* Sometimes we're right

* But mostly we're

somewhere in between

* Everybody's got

a little dark side to 'em

* Everyone has got

a little light

* Someone that you care about

can hurt your feelings

* And then he can

make it all right

* Maybe he's grumpy,

maybe he'll shout

* Maybe he'll fill

your head full of doubt

* But if you turn him

inside out

* There is good inside

* Yeah, my uncle

could be good inside

* Everybody has

* Good inside

(SINGING)

* Good inside

See? Uncle Pterano

act bad,

but he still good

someplace inside.

Uh, yeah, can

we go home now?

No, Cera, what

about the flyers?

And that Stone

of Cold Fire?

Ah, it's just

some dumb old rock.

We have Ducky back,

everything is fine.

Cera, what if the Stone

of Cold Fire really is

a magic thing?

Then it would be bad

if the flyers got it.

It would,

it would.

Mmm-hmm,

mmm-hmm!

Oh, all right, fine.

But I still don't know

how we're supposed

to catch up with them.

Do not worry,

Cera, we will

find a way!

Ducky!

(CACKLING)

What they

doing back?

They must have heard

Cera scream when

we fell into the cave.

What are

you doing?

Let her go.

Make up your

mind, Pterano.

You're the one who said

the others won't stop us

so long as we got the brat.

Well, yes, I did

say that but...

Oh!

(SCREAMING)

You lummox!

You dropped her!

Of course I dropped

her, the little

big mouth bit me!

(SCREAMING)

She's going

in the river.

Hurry!

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

Here she comes!

We need something

to help us pull her out!

Spike, those

vines might work!

Nobody takes

a bite out of me

and gets away with it.

Look, I said stop.

That is a direct order.

(GROANS)

Don't let go!

Hurry,

Littlefoot,

hurry!

Help! Help!

LITTLEFOOT: Grab the

vine, Ducky. Grab it!

I grabbeded it!

We slipping!

Great, now hold on

to my tail!

Thank you!

(GRUNTING)

They're safe!

But not for long!

(SCREECHING)

Stop this at once!

Get a grip, will you?

Don't mind

if we do!

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

(GRUNTS)

Let go of me!

How dare you!

They are going

to get us!

Not if we can keep them

distracted long enough.

Hey, flyers,

down here!

Littlefoot, what

are you doing?

(TAUNTINGLY) Can't catch us!

Can't catch us!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Don't bet on it,

you little...

Ha! Did you see

how those wingbrains

hit that rock?

Boom!

Yeah, but you also

see how other flyers

grab Uncle Pterano?

Them make him

chase us!

Him not even

their leader!

(CLEARS THROAT)

I repeat,

I am the leader.

I give the orders,

you follow them.

Understood?

(GROANING)

Good.

Me no get it.

How come Pterano's

still with them?

Where they go?

Back up to the

Smoking Mountains.

Where else?

Uncle Pterano!

Not go!

(THUNDERING)

(WORRIED CHATTERING)

I can't find the

little ones anywhere.

Oh, my, they must

have gone after

Ducky themselves!

Of course they did!

They saw us just standing

around arguing with

Mr. Three-Horn here.

What are you saying?

That this is my fault?

Oh, well,

what'll we do?

We could never

catch up to them

on land!

Find another flyer

to help you and hurry!

I can't see a thing!

Ah, quit

complaining!

What, are you afraid

of a little sky water?

It's not the sky water

that worries me.

Okay, Pterano, you've

got all the answers.

What do we do?

Quickly, head for

the mountain!

(GROANING)

Very impressive.

Well, I got us down,

didn't I?

Oh, dear.

I hope the

children were able

to find cover.

Who cares?

Once we take over,

first thing

I'm gonna do

is feed them

overgrown eggs

to the sharpteeth.

(STUTTERING)

Sharpteeth?

No!

No, I won't

hear of it!

I'm sorry I ever

met either of you.

Go on, shoo!

* I've never

needed anyone

* I'll go my

way alone

* I'll use my

own intelligence

* To find that

magical stone

Oh, no. You ain't

cuttin' us out,

ya crazy...

Please, my friends, you should

not be fighting. We all want

the same thing, yes?

To gain the power of

the stone, which we still

must find, yes?

Yes. Sorry. Guess

I got a little

out of line.

After all,

you are the leader.

* Yes I'm a very

important creature

* Tremendously

brave and strong

* I find that I am

frequently right when

others are often wrong

* Instead of arguing blindly

* They should open their eyes

and see

* That the one who

will bring them paradise

* Is the very

important me

He sure is

hard on himself,

ain't he?

* I'm a fabulous

fearsome flyer

* I handle life

with finesse

* When others say,

"No, it can't be so!"

* My answer is

always, "Yes."

* I was born

to be their savior

* That is

my destiny

* Why do they despise,

not recognize

* the truly

fantastic me?

* Some of us

are born to lead

* While the rest of you

must follow

* I'd like to

knock him

off his perch

* This is

getting hard

to swallow

* Look at these wings,

look at this beak

* I guess you

could say you're

quite unique

* When I finish

with him, he won't

even squeak

What did

you say?

He said,

"Lead the way."

That's it, I've had it

with that blowhard.

I know, I know,

but be patient.

Let him lead us

to the stone.

Oh yeah, yeah,

I get ya.

Then it'll be time

to make a few changes

in the pecking order.

* We've a very

important mission

* Truly impressive

quest

* They think we mean

to do them harm

* When we only want

what's best

* And when we finally

find the stone

* Then at last,

they'll see

* How lucky

they are to know

RINKUS: * As they

watch us from

down below

* What a reverence

they will show

* The very important

* Very important

* Very important

* Me

BOTH:

* The very important we

Come on.

It's not much

farther.

I don't care,

I'm too tired.

(SHIVERING) I'm so cold!

Me, too.

(SNEEZES)

Too everything.

Look!

Over there!

Everybody,

get inside!

(SCREAMING)

(SPIKE GROANING IN FRIGHT)

(WATER DRIPPING)

Where are we?

(BUBBLING)

I'm not sure, but I think

we're in the base of

Three-Horn Peak.

That where

Stone of Cold Fire

land!

A fat lot of good

that does us.

We need to be at the

top of the mountain,

not the bottom.

Petrie's uncle

and the other flyers

might be there already.

They might,

they might.

I don't think so.

The wind and

the sky water probably

stopped them, too.

That right!

Nobody

dumb enough to

fly in all that.

Too rough!

LITTLEFOOT: Now we

just have to figure out

what to do.

Before they

take off again.

Oh, great. While you're at it,

figure out how to get us

some green food!

I'm hungry.

(SPIKE SIGHS)

At least

we are safe.

We are, we are.

(ALL SNORING)

DUCKY: Spike! Where did

you get food?

Yay! It's not

a dream!

(CERA AND DUCKY GIGGLING)

Whoa!

Whoo-hoo!

How you find food,

Littlefoot?

It wasn't me.

Ducky?

I did not do it.

No, no, no.

Cera?

Don't look

at me.

PETRIE: If nobody

here bring food,

then who...

(ANIMAL SCREECHING)

Maybe it

was him.

Wait, we won't

hurt you.

Oh, just once, Petrie

wish we find cave

with nobody in it!

LITTLEFOOT: Where did he go?

CERA: There!

LITTLEFOOT: Stop! Please!

CERA: It's a Rainbow Face.

We just want to

thank you for bringing us

all that green food.

You don't

have to be afraid.

Ah-ha!

You helped them,

didn't you?

Well, they

were hungry.

Hey, are you two

following us?

Yeah, and

how you get

in here?

Life is full of

little mysteries,

isn't it?

And we're giving away

far too many of them.

I was only trying to help.

Don't tell me

what you were

only trying to do.

Spike, I do not think

they are going to

answer our questions.

It's always

me, me, me.

Well, I...

Self, self, self

self, self.

Will you just...

I'm sick of it,

sick of it,

sick of it!

Just...

Keep your...

And, be quiet!

Look, sorry to interrupt,

but Petrie's uncle

and those other flyers

are gonna get to

the Stone of Cold Fire

if we don't stop them!

Yeah, we need to get

to the top of the mountain.

And fast!

So, you going

to help us

or not?

We might as well,

now that you

know we're here.

Now let us fly

to the top of the

Smoking Mountain

to claim the

Stone of Cold Fire

and our destiny!

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Lead the way,

Pterano,

lead the way.

(SNIFFING)

This is it.

PETRIE: What it?

A shortcut to the top

of the Smoking Mountain,

of course!

I don't see

anything.

Maybe your

eyes are getting

in the way.

Hey, I smell

something.

BOTH RAINBOW FACES: Excellent!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Ew! Smells like

egg-stealer breath

in there!

Yuck. How come

it smell so bad?

Probably an underground river,

somewhere way down there.

Very perceptive.

And whenever

the Smoking Mountain

heats up,

the water bubbles

and shoots up the shaft...

Now, if there was

something solid between you

and the hot water...

It would push us

right to the top!

Mmm-hmm.

Tell us

what to do.

(ALL GRUNTING)

All right, everyone,

up you go.

We're on

a very tight schedule.

What do you

mean, "We"?

I don't see

you climbing in!

No room.

You'll be fine.

How do you know

all this stuff?

Well, that would

be telling,

wouldn't it?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Still, keep asking

questions, it sharpens

the mind.

Ladies and gentlemen,

boys and girls,

keep your paws and tails

away from the sides

of the shaft.

And I hope

you find what

you're looking for.

We both do.

Thanks.

(THUDDING)

(ALL GASP)

Now what

happen?

We... Wait.

(BUBBLING)

(STEAM HISSING)

(RUMBLING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(SPIKE GROANING)

Cera!

You saved me!

Yeah, so?

No big deal.

Look!

ALL: Huh?

That way!

DUCKY: The Smoking Mountain

sounds very angry.

It does, it does.

(SPIKE EXCLAIMING)

There is it.

Now that we find stone,

what we do with it?

You do nothing!

Because it's ours now!

You lied to me,

Uncle.

You lied to

everybody!

Petrie,

believe me!

I'm doing this

for the good of

all flyers.

With the power of

the Stone of Cold Fire,

I will restore us to

our rightful place

in the world.

You already

got place

in world.

We got

place, too.

And we like it

just way it is!

No, you'll see...

You'll all see.

I was born

to lead the herd!

It is my right

and my duty!

Not yet.

Hear me, O Stone

of Cold Fire!

What was that?

Maybe the

Stone of Cold Fire

is magic!

Maybe the Smoking Mountain

is just getting ready

to blow up.

Me like

magic idea

better!

O great

Stone of Cold Fire,

it is I, Pterano!

The chosen one.

You see,

I touched the stone,

yet I do not burn.

It is a sign.

Yes, yes.

Get on with it,

will ya?

In the name of

the noble flyers who ruled

the world so long ago,

I beseech you,

great stone,

bestow upon me

your gifts!

I said, (CLEARS THROAT)

"Bestow upon me

your gifts."

You fool!

You rockhead, you!

Now, where's

your cold fire,

Pterano?

Where's your

magic powers?

What is the

meaning of this?

It means we're

taking over, see?

Now, scram!

No!

I should be

the leader, me!

Come on, you stupid slab,

show me the power!

No, me!

Show it to me!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

I knew it was just

a dumb old rock.

Oh, I wanted

to make everything

perfect.

I was going to

create a paradise.

But we already

got paradise back

in Great Valley.

You no

need to fix.

Just got to

not break.

Speaking of break...

CERA: (SCREAMING)

Earthshake!

We have to run

away from here!

We do, we do!

How? We'll never

get off the mountain

in time!

Mama!

Whoa! That is

one big flyer!

(GUFFAWS)

(GASPS)

Huh?

Oh, Petrie,

I was so worried.

And, Ducky!

As for you...

Honestly,

I never meant

to harm anyone.

Things simply

got out of control.

I...

(RUMBLING)

(SQUEALS)

(SCREAMS)

Ducky!

(SCREAMING)

LITTLEFOOT:

Oh, I'm so glad!

Petrie was right,

somewhere inside,

you are good.

Yeah, fine,

whatever.

Now, can

we all get

out of here?

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(BOTH GROAN)

DUCKY: That is okay,

Petrie's uncle,

this is a

much nicer ride

than the last time.

(GIGGLES) It is! It is!

GRANDPA: Quite frankly,

Pterano, your behavior has

been inexcusable.

But, in light of the fact

that you helped save

the children,

your punishment

will be reduced.

It will?

Yes.

We have decided that

you should be banished to

the Mysterious Beyond,

until five of

the cold times

have passed.

Five cold times?

That's so long!

Yes, and some of us

think it should be

a lot longer.

Oh, now, please.

None of the

Far Walkers want

anything to do with me.

I'll be alone

and defenseless in

the Mysterious Beyond.

Is that

really fair?

ALL: Yes!

Oh, let him stay,

he very sorry.

That may be,

but it doesn't

change what he did.

And he must

be responsible

for that.

PTERANO: Petrie.

She's right.

But...

We must all

be accountable

for our actions.

I'll be fine.

I will miss you,

Uncle.

Perhaps someday

I shall return

to the herd

and prove that I can

be trustworthy.

I know there is much

I can contribute

if given the chance.

I shall miss you,

too, Petrie.

Now go on, you!

You, scoot!

Go on! Scoot!

(ROARS)

Then again, (CHUCKLES)

there are others,

I shan't miss

at all!

(SIGHS) Do you think

there ever really was

a Stone of Cold Fire?

Well,

it was cold...

And there was

fire around it.

Oh, please.

Like I said,

that was

just a dumb old

flying rock.

There wasn't

anything magic

about it.

Yeah.

Anyway,

what we need

with magic,

when we got

each other?

Hey!

The Far Walkers

are about to leave.

Let's watch them go.

Hey, how did you

get back here

so fast?

Quite a sight,

isn't it?

Uh, yeah.

Are you

leaving, too?

Anytime now.

That falling

rock I saw,

it never was the

Stone of Cold Fire,

was it?

No.

But, you see,

the stone never

really mattered.

It's what you did to

discover the truth

about it.

That is what's

important.

Wait! There's

so much I don't

understand.

Why was that

flying rock I saw

different from the rest?

Is there really

such a thing as the

Stone of Cold Fire?

Who are

you guys?

You have

a sharp mind,

Littlefoot.

Quite advanced

for your species.

I mean,

for someone

so young.

Oh, thanks.

Remember this,

Littlefoot.

There is much more

to what you call the

Great Circle of Life

than you can

possibly imagine.

Out in the

Mysterious Beyond?

No, as we said

to the three-horn,

beyond the

Mysterious Beyond.

For example,

when it's dark

at night,

all of those tiny lights

in the sky are

actually other...

(CLEARS THROAT)

Well, that

would be telling,

wouldn't it?

* Life is

not a game,

my friend

* For losing

or for winning

* And when you

think you've

reached the end

* It's only the beginning

Oh! Will you

look at that!

What? Look

at what?

RAINBOW FACE 1:

* Beyond the Mysterious Beyond

RAINBOW FACE 2:

* Beyond the Mysterious Beyond

RAINBOW FACE 1:

* You know that nothing

ever ends there

BOTH:

* And you might find that

you have friends there

* Somewhere beyond

the Mysterious Beyond

* The Mysterious Beyond

* The Mysterious Beyond

(SOFTLY)

* The Mysterious Beyond

(SOFTLY)

* The Mysterious Beyond

Hi, Littlefoot.

What's going on?

Well...

That would

be telling,

wouldn't it?

Telling what,

Littlefoot?

Yeah, no fair!

What you know

we no know?

Oh, Petrie.

There's so much

we don't know.

But that's part

of the fun.

Thinking about

how much we still

have to learn.

Hey! I know lots.

PETRIE: Me, too!

Know more than

Uncle Pterano,

that for sure!

He not so

smart after all!

DUCKY: (GIGGLING)

Oh, no, oh, no!

But we are plenty smart,

right, Spike?

SPIKE: Uh-huh.