A young brown Apatosaurus with reddish brown eyes was out exploring with his friends. The young Apatosaurus, or longneck, was named Littlefoot. His mother called him this because of his father. It was his childhood name, and this youngster reminded his mother of her husband. He was soon an orphan and found his grandparents in the luscious place his mother and many others sought for: the Great Valley. He and his friends found this place and lived and played together. Littlefoot was the leader of his friends. He loved venturing and learning new things. He was always concerned of others' safety and put them before him unless he was mad at them. His friends were unique in different ways. There was Cera the Triceratops, Ducky the Parasaurolophus, Petrie the Pteranodon, and Spike the Stegosaurus.

Cera was a green-eyed yellow Triceratops, also known as a threehorn. That term didn't describe her due to the fact she only had one horn on her nose. She was the second voice of the group. She wasn't exactly leader material, but she was the most believed among her friends, except for Littlefoot. This was probably because of her limited thinking. She was also considered a hothead and got mad very quickly.

Ducky was a blue-eyed green Parasaurolophus named a bigmouth. Bigmouths were both walkers and swimmers. Ducky was the most agile out of all her friends when they were in the water. On top of that, she was a loyal friend and viewed Littlefoot as being her first friend, which he was. She was also perky and let happiness reflect off of her most of the times. She had a habit of saying no or yes three times consecutively and spoke in broken English a few times.

Petrie was a brown Pteranodon with black eyes. He was the only one who could fly, and the dinosaur world named his species flyers. He was the smallest of the group in all sizes, no bigger than a small bat. Littlefoot would use his ability to get some information about the area. The only drawback was that he was a scaredy-cat. His biggest fear was sky puffies, clouds. He would display acts of bravery from time to time, but fear seemed to get the best of him. Not only that, but his English was broken. It was ten times worse than Ducky's English. He was the easiest to make believe in something, and he would quickly believe in someone who swayed the truth most of the time.

The green Stegosaurus with violet eyes was named Spike. He was also an orphan like Littlefoot. He was adopted by Ducky's mother when they first arrived at the Great Valley. Spike's species was commonly referred as spiketails. Spike was the youngest of the group, but he ate as though he was an adult. He also didn't talk. His friends were not sure as to why, but it didn't matter to Ducky if he did or didn't. They knew he had the potential to, but they weren't sure as to why he didn't max out that potential. Either way, Spike was a loyal friend and would always find them food. He cared about the others like Littlefoot did.

The gang was off exploring some of the grassy areas of the Mysterious Beyond. The Mysterious Beyond is what they escaped from a year ago. They would explore in it, because life was too settled in the Great Valley. Besides, Littlefoot was always curious on what wonders were out there. Today was no different. He and his friends were exploring a new area that housed to a sweet tree that was rumored to have a hard shell but was soft and delicious inside. They had heard it from Mr. Thicknose and decided to go investigate. Well, Littlefoot decided. The rest agreed.

"How much longer?" asked Petrie.

"Not too long," answered Littlefoot. "We are in the area that Mr. Thicknose said it was."

The group continued to walk through the forest. The sun shone down on them, showing no signs of rain. The land was hard. Trees decorated the land, but they were scattered. Littlefoot and the gang continued to press on. Finally, they came upon a tree that bared fruit. The fruit was yellow and seemed hard. Littlefoot approached it, hoping to get one using his longneck.

"Almost got it."

"Here," said Petrie.

He flew over to the branch and seated himself on top of the stem of the fruit Littlefoot was reaching. He clipped the stem using his feet. The fruit fell and bonked Littlefoot in the head.

"Ouch!"

"Me sorry."

The fruit rolled over to Spike. He smelled it and took the first bite. He spat it out quickly. Littlefoot approached him.

"Mr. Thicknose said not to eat the shell of the fruit. The delicious part is inside."

Spike took a second bite, only eating the soft, watery part. His eyes flew open in marvel of the taste. He took a joyful second bite, assuring the others it was very delicious. Petrie flew over and clipped off four more fruits. They rolled down towards the dinosaurs. They all took one and enjoyed.

"This is delicious," commented Ducky. "Yes, yes, yes."

"Me could eat this all day."

Spike nodded in agreement. Littlefoot took another bite and saw the sun was barely above the mountain tops.

"We should go. It's getting dark."

They finished their food and returned back home. As they did, they heard something lingering in the dark. It revealed itself as a green sharptooth. It roared as the gang screamed. Their cries echoed and were heard by two elders of the Great Valley.

"Dear, you hear that?"

"The kids are in trouble. Let's go."

The sharptooth roared again as if calling someone. A dark yellow sharptooth appeared. The two gave chase to the already running kids. Spike was in front with Ducky on his back. Cera and Petrie were side-by-side. Littlefoot was in the back. The children ran, but Littlefoot knew that sharpteeth would gain on them. He looked ahead and saw two large boulders stacked together that the sharpteeth could not enter.

"In those boulders!" he commanded.

His friends obeyed and got into the narrow space on the two boulders. The sharpteeth tried to squeeze their mouths in the space, but they couldn't reach. The gang saw their vicious teeth and tongues.

"Well, it's been nice knowing you guys," said Petrie.

The sharpteeth roared.

"Leave our kids alone!"

The two tyrannosaurs looked over to see two longnecks. They left the kids and faced the bigger meal. Grandpa Longneck and Grandma Longneck fought off the two sharpteeth with their tails. The two sharpteeth bellowed in pain, but they weren't going to give up so easily. The green one managed to bite into Grandma Longneck's tail. The sharptooth was knocked down, but he still didn't let go of the tail. He crunched on the meat harder, squeezing out more blood. He finally let go. Grandma Longneck recoiled her tail and looked at the horror. She was losing blood fast.

Grandpa Longneck faced the yellow sharptooth. He bashed its belly with his head. The sharptooth was thrown down, but the green one saw the extended neck defenseless. He quickly lunged at the neck and bit down on in. Grandpa Longneck fell down due to the quick loss of blood. Grandma Longneck saw this in horror.

"Dear!"

The two sharpteeth faced the live longneck and attacked. Grandma Longneck stood no chance. She was torn to mincemeat by the two carnivores. The gang saw this and decided it was their only chance to escape. They soon noticed that their leader was running towards the sharpteeth. Cera confronted him and pushed him back.

"Move, Cera. I have to help my grandparents."

"But Littlefoot, they're dead."

"No."

"Open your eyes! Now, c'mon."

She pushed Littlefoot towards the direction the dinosaurs were fleeing to. Littlefoot looked back at his grandparents. A few tears escaped, and he faced the other way. The kids ran to safety as the sharpteeth enjoyed their meals.