ICE AGE SWITCHEROO

INTRODUCTION

THE MIGRATION

HEY, GUYS!

SORRY, EVER SINCE THE FIFTH INSTALLMENT OF ICE AGE CAME OUT, I JUST HAD TO START WRITING ICE AGE FANFICTIONS. THAT'S JUST ME. I JUST HAVE TO.

SO FOR THIS STORY, INSTEAD OF MANNY, DIEGO AND SID BEING THE MAIN CHARACTERS, I SWITCHED IT AROUND TO WHERE THE MAIN ONES ARE ELLIE, SHIRA AND BROOKE. ISN'T THAT AWESOME?

REMINDER, I DON'T OWN ICE AGE OR IT'S CHARACTERS. SOME SCENES MAY BE FROM THE ORIGINAL SCRIPT, BUT EVERYTHING IS OWNED BY BLUE SKIES STUDIOS.

WELL, I GUESS I'LL STOP TALKING NOW AND LET YOU GUYS READ THE INTRO TO THIS.

ENJOY!

In a world known as the Ice Age, a little saber-tooth squirrel name Scratte was jumping her way on the trail. She was holding into an acorn, not letting it out of her sight. Or her arms. She was looking for a place to bury her acorn, but was having no luck. She finally found a good spot that was only dirt. She made her way over to the spot, placing her nut in the ground. She had luck, but unfortunately the ground didn't and it started cracking. She started screaming as the acorn was stuck and had trouble getting it out. Once she had it in her arms, she fell off the cliff and screamed in fear when she saw the cliff moving in her direction. Running as fast as her legs could go, she looked to see the cliff stopped moving as it was blocked by another cliff. She cheered with joy and hugged her acorn tight. The moment was ruined when a large mammal stepped on her. She was being carried away like she was him on the bottom of somebody's shoe.

A herd of various mammals were traveling on the dusty trail. They were heading south on account that the weather in the north was starting to freeze. The colder it became, the worse it would be for the animals living in the Ice Age. Along the trail, everyone was deep into their own personal conversations. Suddenly, there was a large mammal that was walking the opposite way. This mammal happened to be a mammoth.

A female mammoth, to be exact. Her name was Ellie. She had light brown poofy fue that everyone mistakes her for being fat. She had green eyes and white tusks that shined so bright, anyone would be able to look at their reflection in them. She didn't have a excited or happy look on her face as she walked in the wrong direction. She had a face filled with an "I don't care" expression.

All the other animals started complaining, telling her she was going the wrong way and that she was crazy to be going in the opposite direction when the Ice Age was moving right in. Even one of the mammals a part of the migration told her off. "Hey, lady. Do the world a favor? Move your issues off the road!"

Ellie got all up in his face. "Listen, buddy. I am not in the mood. Besides, if I had a small trunk like yours, I wouldn't be drawing attention to myself."

"Listen, lady. Give us a break, please. My family and I have been waddling all day."

Ellie sighed, shaking her head. "Oh, keep on going. I won't make you stop. It'll be a lot quieter without you all here."

As all the animals continued forward, up in one of the trees next to the trail was a female ground sloth, who was sleeping in the tree, sitting criss-crossed and looking as though she was more in meditation mode than she was sleeping. She had long tarnish blonde curly hair and even though her eyes were closed, she had arctic blue eyes and red fur that looked more like a dress, but underneath she had a tan underbelly. If anything, she would've been known as beautiful with her looks, but she was different from her personality. She was calm and some would consider her a hippie by the way she was dressed. She also has on a flower headband and a necklace with a purple blossom on it.

The tree started shaking, and the more it shook, the more likely Brooke was to be kicked out of the tree. She opened her eyes, looking down to see what was going on. She gasped. "Oh, my goodness. I forgot about the migration." As she spoke, her voice had a strong British started looking around the tree. "Rise and shine, everybody." She was surprised to see that nobody was in the tree with her. "Huh? Where are you guys? Mother dear? Father dear? Megan? Grandfather? Aunt Lindsey?" She climbed out of the tree, looking around. "Oh, where are you guys? Come on. We're going to miss the...migration." Her face went from happiness to a frown upon it. "Oh, it looks as though they left without me. Again. Oh, well. They do it every year. There must be something wrong with me of they're always abandoning me. Doesn't anybody care about Brooke the sloth? I'm sure somebody does."

A giant make tortoise walked by and Brooke jumped on top of him. "Do you care about me?"

"Get off me!" the tortoise said, grunting as he walked away.

Brooke sighed, dusting her paws off. "Alright, I guess I'll just go by myself." The first step she took, something squashed under her feet. She looked down with disgust. "Oh, that's just gross." She looked over at the tortoise who continued on his way. "Hey, wise guy, curb it next time. Oh, sick."

Meanwhile, two female sloths, a blue and red sloth, were sitting off the trail, enjoying what looked to be a salad made of pinecone bits, leaves, berries and acorns. The blue sloth smiled at the red sloth.

"I can't believe it, Jane," the blue sloth said, "You are such a sweet big sister to make a salad breakfast for the both of us. This time, you've outdone yourself."

"Well, Cynthia, I do whatever I can to make our meals look good," Jane said.

Cynthia gasped in delight. "A dandelion! I thought the frost wiped them all out."

"Well, I was able to find some that were still alive and standing. They just looked so delicious, I just could not resist taking them."

Brooke hobbled her way over to the female sloths as she was still trying to wipe the "mess" off the bottom of her feet. "Oh, my goodness. How disgusting! Today has just not been my day. You know what I'm saying, dearies?" Brooke looked at the salad on the ground. "Oh, dear. What a mess! You girls must have some tiny brains." She waved her feet around, slinging the mess on the Jane. "No offense to you two. That's just my personal opinion. I'm pretty sure you don't even understand a word I'm saying due to the fact that you're in your own worlds." She looked down to see a dandelion on the ground and gasped. "Oh! Yummy! A dandelion. Oh, I love these things. This must be the last one of the season." She took a bite of the dandelion, enjoying the flavor it have off. "Mmmm! Oh, delicious!"

"Jane," Cynthia said.

"Cool your anger, sis," Jane said.

"This weirdo sloth girl just ruined our breakfast."

Brooke looked to see that the salad was actually their breakfast and started backing away. "Oh, my goodness. I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I'm sure we can work this out. Oh, look!" She picked up a piece of broken tree bark. "Tree bark! Oh, I love it! It just looks so edible." Brooke took a bite, giving a disgusted, but satisfied look. "Oh, that's so yummy!"

"We don't believe you," Cynthia said, "We know good and well by the way you dress and talk that you're a tree hugger."

"Well, don't let me hog these all up. You have some, too. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Bon appetit." Chuckling nervously, Brooke ran off.

Cynthia looked at her sister. "Should we chase after her?"

Jane nodded. "Yeah. Come on."

Brooke ran as fast as she could, screaming while she did so. Instead of looking forward, she ended up bumping into Ellie, who was standing there minding her own business. She looked at Brooke with an annoyed expression. "Hey! Watch where you're going, hippie sloth."

"No time to chat," Brooke told the mammoth, "Just pretend I'm not here."

"Hey, mammoth lady," Cynthia said, "Don't stand up to that tree hugging sloth. She is nothing but a breakfast ruiner and we weren't even eating any meat."

"Please don't let them hurt me. I wanna live."

"Get off of me!" Ellie shouted, kicking Brooke off from behind her.

"Listen, we just want to take her to our daddy so he can make her a pinata," Jane said.

"Wait a second," Ellie said, "I thought sloths were vegetarians."

"An excellent point," Brooke said, holding up a finger from behind Ellie.

"Shut up!" Ellie told Brooke.

"Who said we were going to eat her?" Cynthia asked, "We just plan to let our daddy cook her over a fire and feed her to the wolves."

"You know, I don't like animals that kill for their own entertainment," Ellie said, stomping over to the two female sloths.

"You better just back away right now and find a mammal that cares," Jane said.

"I'm a mammal that cares," Brooke said.

"Okay, here's the deal," Ellie said, "If either of you can make it to that sinkhole, You can have hippie sloth here."

"That's right, ladies. You take one step and you're dead." Brooke threw a rock at them, but it only landed ten feet away from the sister sloths.

"Get her!" The two female sloths said, going after Brooke. The tree hugger sloth screamed as she hid behind some rocks. Ellie stood there as she used her long trunk to grab the two sloths. Twirling around, she slung them into the air, causing them to go a long way off. Luckily, they both survived as they saw a dandelion. "Oh, yummy!"

Brooke hopped away from behind the rocks and jumped for joy. "Woo hoo! We did it!"

She hopped on top of Ellie, making the both of them fall over the cliff and landing on top of each other. The crash could be heard from across the whole world.

YOU SEE WHAT I DID? INSTEAD OF THE TWO RHINOS, I REPLACED THEM WITH TWO FEMALE SISTER SLOTHS. I WILL SWITCH IDEAS AROUND. THAT'S WHY PART OF THE TITLE IS KNOWN AS SWITCHEROO.

WELL, THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE OUT SOON.

LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

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