Ice Age: Thaw
Chapter 1
Millions of Year Ago…
On what seemed like another peaceful day in the frozen world, caused by the Ice Age. Large gray clouds seem to be rolling in, not that the little prehistoric squirrel known as Scrat noticed as he was busy searching for his precious nut as usual.
The little critter's nose sniffed the icy ground for any trace of his one true love and for a while it seemed like there was nothing around. Then finally, when he looked just up ahead he spotted the nut just several feet away from him and sitting all by its lonesome. He squealed with joy.
Scrat looked both left and right constantly, to make sure nothing and no one was planning to come over and take his nut and or run him over, again. Then when it looked cleared enough he started to dash towards it, only for another group of animals to rush right over him. They seemed to be in a hurry for some reason.
Eventually, the groups stopped coming and slowly but surely Scrat managed to lift his partially crushed body off the cold ground. One paw after the other he began to drag his weakened self toward the nut.
Once he got close enough he quickly realized that he was only one inch away from his precious nut. He squealed with joy as he got up and hugged the nut tightly, unfortunately the nut seemed to be as slippery as a bar of soap and seemed to wiggle its way out of his little furry arms and began to roll down a steep hill.
Scrat screamed in alarm and began to chase after his nut down the steep hill. He ran and ran as it continued to roll and roll further down. Not long after he ends up tripping and rolling down the hill as well, eventually turning into a giant snowball. Unknown to Scrat he and his nut seemed to rolling and closer to the very dark gray clouds moving in on the land.
Eventually the nut stopped rolling, as did the snowball which was now only several feet away from the nut. Scrat burst out of the ball of snow screaming and attempted to rush towards the nut when suddenly a giant wave of icy and white air blew right by him, freezing Scrat and the nut solid in a block of ice. However Scrat could see and move his eyes and by the tone of his grunts he was clearly not happy.
Present Day
Millions of years had passed and Scrat was still frozen in a running position, along with his beloved nut. Eventually something hard and metal like hammered around the ice prison he was in, much to his surprise and alarm. The ice continued to rumble till it became a large block of ice. A pair of gloved hands grabbed the block of ice and began to carry it away. Scrat tried screaming but it was all muffled due to the fact that his mouth was frozen shut. He continued to scream, muffled, as whoever it was continued to carry him towards what appeared to be a very big metal truck.
"Hey, yo, G! Check out what I found!" the unknown person called out. Another unidentified person walks over and begins to inspect the block of ice Scrat was encased in. He whistled.
"That is one freaky looking prehistoric squirrel," he remarked.
"I'll say and you know it almost sounds like it's screaming." The other guy stated, a bit bewildered.
"Come on Donnie, you know animals can't scream, besides there' no way this little guy is still alive in there." The one known as 'G' assured his friend, known as 'Donnie'.
"Yeah, I guess so." Donnie said with a nod. "Well better load this guy in with the rest of them."
Donnie placed the frozen Scrat inside the metal truck and closed the door. While it was still dark Scrat could still see a little bit and what he saw around him made him scream a slightly louder but still muffled scream. Around him were other blocks of ice as well, inside them appeared to be three mammoths, two sabers, two possums, two sloths and one Molehog.
"Alright, boys and girls!" A voice coming from the front of the truck called out. "Next time; The Museum of Natural History!"