UPDATE (4/29/16): Made a couple lyrical changes to the song featured here, as well as other minor edits.
Greetings, folks. Some of you may know me as The Anonymous Person on the Gang of Five forums, which I have been a member of for about three years now. I have been a fan of Land Before Time since the summer of 2012, with Petrie being my favorite character...like, EVER. As a result, I eventually started coming up with this story idea; this was about 2 years ago. I originally posted what I officially will call a rough draft of this chapter in early 2014, followed by an extended hiatus due to...things that would take me about the same amount of time to explain. Looking back at the draft, I wasn't satisfied with the results, and decided to redo this chapter and hopefully continue this story...depending on what real life does to me, but I'll explain more in the end here.
That being said, I wanted to write this story because I felt that there just isn't enough stories where Petrie truly gets the spotlight, among several other reasons. Though I admittedly sort of ripped off the plot from a movie I've loved since...toddlerhood, if that's even a word, there will be added several of my own quirks into the mix, while I still keep true to the characters, in addition to introducing OCs.
Also, ORIGINAL songs are included (one of which is in this chapter), since I wanted to keep true to the LBT sequels which all contain at least 3 songs. In this case, however, I plan on writing about 4 or 5 other songs to be included here. I hope to also put all of them into music...but that's another story.
With all said and enough spoiled for you, let's begin!
OBVIOUS DISCLAIMER: I do not own Land Before Time or any of its affiliated characters; all rights go to Universal. I do, however, own all OCs, songs, new places, or anything else odd that comes into this story, none of which should be used by other authors without prior permission from yours truly. Love, RWthefan. :wink:
Intro
(Fade in to an orange-yellow background. A feminine voice is heard whistling, the silhouette of the figure being seen briefly before it comes into view, revealing that it is Ruby, a light pink oviraptor, known here as a "fastrunner." She is shown to be taking a little stroll while looking around absentmindedly. At one point, she accidentally directs her face towards the non-existent camera and the human audience surrounding it, which quickly results in a fast double-take. Stopping her whistling, she gasps and wanders closer to the camera for a further inspection, her smile now widening with delight, as if she had seen such an audience before. Finally, she speaks.)
Ruby: Why...hello my friends, my friends hello! Welcome to the story! We're so glad you all came here today, because if you didn't come...well, I guess no one would, right? (chuckles)
(At this point, another character with a worried look on his face enters the scene: a short, indigo-colored t-rex, or "sharptooth", named Chomper. While this species of dinosaur is known to be quite dangerous, he is actually quite friendly to everyone...but we'll dive into that later.)
Chomper: Um, Ruby? Have you seen Littlefoot? I still can't find him anywhere!
Ruby: (now facing Chomper) No, Chomper, I haven't seen him, seen him I have not. Have you found anyone else?
Chomper: Oh yes; I've found everyone else. If only he was around somewhere...
Ruby: Well, Chomper, the game is called "Hide and Seek" for a reason, and in order to find someone, you'll have to seek more until you find what you're looking for.
Chomper: (confused) Huh?
Ruby: In other words, you'll have to keep looking for Littlefoot until you find him. Maybe you weren't looking close enough, so try to look closer than you did, okay?
Chomper: Okay, I will! See ya! (runs off)
Ruby: Now...where was I? (turning back towards the audience) Oh yes! The story you are about to see is all about...Petrie! ...Heh heh, I made a rhyme, didn't I?
(Chomper re-appears, a bewildered look spread upon his face.)
Chomper: Ruby? Who in the world are you talking to?
Ruby: The story audience, Chomper!
Chomper: What "story audience"? I don't see anyone other than you.
Ruby: (chuckling at his naivety, then pointing a finger from left to right) They're all right over there! See?
(Chomper proceeds to look directly at the camera, at first looking confused, then upon seeing the "audience", he gasps and smiles.)
Chomper: Hey! I see them now! (looks further) Wow! So many...people out there!
Ruby: Amazing, isn't it?
Chomper: Yeah! (licks his lips) They all look good enough to eat...
Ruby: (a bit concerned) Um...okay... (turning back to the audience) Now, in this story, Petrie is going to ask for your help, your help he is going to ask for. When he does ask for your help, just play along. I'm sure that will make him very happy. Does that sound good, everyone?
Audience (which consists mostly of young children): YEAAAAAHHH!
(Chomper looks from behind, seeing nothing but the background, then turns his head back to Ruby.)
Chomper: Um...Ruby?
Ruby: Yes?
Chomper: How should we start?
Ruby: That's easy, easy it is! Just count to 10 backwards! (whispers in Chomper's ear) I was told that that's the only way we can start showing this adventure.
Chomper: (curious) Ooooh! What adventure?
Ruby: Well...why don't we let them (puts her hand out at "them") see for themselves? Although I'm sure you'll remember it just as well as I do!
Chomper: How so, Ruby?
Ruby: Like I said, Chomper, wait and see.
Chomper: Oh...okay.
Ruby: (back to the audience) Can you all help count to 10 backwards for us?
Audience: YEAAAAAHHH!
Ruby: Great! Now, remember to yell real loud so that we can hear you, because if we can't hear you, then...well, I don't know how else to start the adventure. Anyways...
(both Ruby and Chomper turn their backs to prepare)
Ruby: (turning aside to the audience for a moment) Ready?
(Ruby, Chomper, and the entire audience begin to count to 10 backwards. All the while, an old-fashioned film leader countdown replaces the previous orange-yellow background. Upon finishing, a black background is momentarily shown before slowly fading in to reveal a shot of the Earth.)
Chomper: Wow! That's a big circle!
Ruby: It's Earth, Chomper; our home!
Chomper: Wow, really?
Ruby: It sure is, Chomper! Quite a great place to seek, isn't it?
Chomper: It sure is! (gasps) Now that you mentioned it, I have to get back to seeking for Littlefoot! See you later! (leaves the screen, returning briefly to wave a hand to the audience)
Ruby: You too, Chomper! Good luck finding Littlefoot! (now back to audience) As for all of you out there...well, there is nothing more for me to say, but what else I do have to say is...heh heh, enjoy the story, everyone!
(Ruby leaves the screen. Moments later, the camera begins to zoom in slowly, gradually getting faster and closer to the Earth. Meanwhile, the title, "The Land Before Time", followed shortly afterwards by "The Adventures of Petrie in Threehorn Valley", appear in bright orange, both of them fading out nearly just as quickly as they had appeared.)
Chapter I: A Flyer, His Dilemmas, And a Stick
Millions and millions of years ago, our world was very different from what it is in the present.
Before the time came when the first dolphins and whales swam the seas...before the first lions, tigers, and bears (oh my!) roamed the jungle...before the first human came to walk upon the Earth and eventually rule the world...the world was populated by magnificent creatures, all of whom were very unique, all coming to the world in different shapes, sizes, and colors. Of these creatures, the mightiest of them were called...
The dinosaurs!
For thousands upon thousands of centuries, these massive creatures roamed the earth. Some swam, and some flew. Some could sing, others could whistle. Some could climb...and some couldn't. Some dinosaurs enjoyed grazing in the grass, taking all the food they could gather, while others, like the dreaded sharpteeth, only stopped a hunt to feast on tasteful flesh and blood of the other dinosaurs.
It was also a time where everything in the land was changing. The natural habitats were becoming increasingly dangerous by the days, hours, minutes, even seconds at a time. Fear struck especially upon the herbivores who very well neared the brink of becoming dinner for the hungry carnivore...some unfortunately paying the ultimate price. In addition, natural disasters; tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, and the like; occasionally struck, often bringing even more tragedy to the future sovereignty.
Such tragedy, however, could strike in certain places far less often than others.
In spite of the harsh natural habits, dangers and criticized differences in the land, life in the Great Valley remained what it had been for the longest time: the same. It was here that the plentiful amount of food offered could be consumed by those who lived in or visited this beautiful portion of land. Here, it was also known as a place where good friends like Littlefoot the longneck, Cera the threehorn, Ducky the swimmer, Petrie the flyer, Spike the spiketail, Ruby the fast-runner, and Chomper, a friendly sharptooth, could play, laugh, learn, and grow over the watchful eyes of the families who loved them dearly. Yes, indeed, life in the valley was wonderful.
But for the moment, the Great Valley was as silent and still as a desert with nothing but a solitary cactus to be found; it was almost completely mute, the silence only broken by the everlasting night breeze and the occasional sound of crickets singing their nighttime song as they prepared for their temporary departure.
Thus leading into the start of our story...
The bright circle rose up steadily, making the sky transition from a navy blue color to a beautiful, warm and misty orange glow, followed by a traditional sky blue, with a few light clouds mixing in; not that they would matter on days such as this. Moments later, Littlefoot and his group of friends (having already eaten their breakfasts) appeared almost simultaneously, congregating a couple of distances away from the water hole to debate which game they planned on playing today.
Only for them to notice shortly afterwards that one of the friends was still missing from the group...
In the flyer's nest, little Petrie still lay fast asleep, a smile showing on his face, holding a small stick next to him. One could never tell what went on in his head, but Petrie was more than likely having a great dream, which could never have taken place had he not held the object as he slept. It was a very special object to him that he had owned for quite some time; he usually used it when nervous, as often as he was, or anytime he slept. Anytime he did not have it with him when sleeping would often result in nightmares about him getting eaten by Red Claw or by one of his fastbiter allies, which were usually prevented with the stick. This went to show how special the object to him was.
Unfortunately for him, little did he know that a rude awakening was planned for him...until a few moments later.
"Hey, beakhead, wake up!" a voice shouted, a tone of mild impatience clearly showing.
"Huh? Wha-? Oof!"
Petrie had been jerked awake and took off quickly into the air, causing him to hit his head on the roof of the small cave, then harshly landing back to the ground ("Ouch!"), nearly landing on the stick. Groaning at his mishap ("Okay, me up!"), he shook his head, a quick recovery being made, before sitting up and turning around to see his mother in face palm position, an annoyed look on her face. He quickly found out why, much to his slight chagrin: all of his siblings (how many even he didn't know), who were all behind their mother, were staring at Petrie, the looks on their faces resembled the setting of a military camp, as if Petrie was a soldier who had failed to complete a task successfully. If such a task was assigned, it was probably for him to wake up at the same time as everyone else in the family.
Fortunately, his mother was able to stop the fight before it started.
"Now, now, children, what have I kept telling you about waking Petrie so rudely?" she reminded them as calmly as she could.
"But, Mama-" one sibling attempted to protest, but-
"No buts. I don't care how late he sleeps; it's still not a good reason to give him a hard time." She then turned her attention to Petrie. "Um...good morning, Petrie."
"Me not sure what so good about it, Mom," Petrie retorted, obviously irritated.
His mother sighed; her attempt to lighten the mood had failed. It was obvious to her that the awkward situation would have to be reinstated quickly before anything worse happened. With that in mind, she spoke again. "Look, I'm sorry about the behavior of your brothers and sisters this morning. Apparently, they're still not used to the fact that you tend to sleep later than the rest of us."
"Why you sorry? You not the one who do anything wrong!" Petrie replied angrily. "They nearly make me break me snuggling stick! If that happen, well...!" Not wanting to state the obvious, and running out of words to say in his anger, he humpfed hotly and, crossing his wings, turned away from the rest of the family.
Petrie's mother turned away from her angered son and stared at the rest of her children, all of whom looked ashamed after seeing Petrie's bout of anger.
"Kids...I think you owe someone an apology."
The siblings hesitated momentarily. Only when their mother made a gesture for them to approach him did a couple of the children begin to approach their brother. All was silent at first. Then, with some uncertainty as to how the situation would turn out, a brother cleared his throat, and taking a breath, he spoke when ready.
"Y-you know, Petrie...we...may seem like we don't really care about you that much, even though you are our brother. But the truth is...well, deep inside...we...we really do. All of us do."
"He's right, y'know," a sister spoke, "If only we could sometimes consider thinking before speaking or goofing up on you..." By now, Petrie had finally turned to face his siblings, the look of displeasure now changing to a face in dire need of forgiving. "And you're right about something..."
"About what?" Petrie questioned.
"What you said; Mom didn't do anything wrong...it's us who should be sorry...and we are."
"We're all sorry for the way we acted on you, Petrie," the brother continued, his apology straight from the heart. "Next time, we'll try to be more careful before our actions get in the way. And we're also sorry for almost breaking your snuggling stick. We'd never upset you that much...at least not on purpose."
Petrie let a moment of silence pass before he spoke. "You...sure 'bout that?"
"Sure we're sure!" said another sibling, "that is, if you really do love it that much."
Petrie chuckled, to the siblings' relief. "Of course me love it! It my favorite thing in the whole world!...well, 'sides friends, that is."
"Heh heh, we all know that!" another sibling spoke. "Though I can't really help but tell you..."
"Tell me what?" Petrie inquired, noticing his brother's attempt to hold back laughter.
"When you jumped so high and hit your head...you should've..." He couldn't control himself anyone and broke down laughing. "You should've seen your face!" The rest of the siblings also began to laugh with him. Though Petrie initially looked displeased, he eventually joined in the laughter as well. As it died down, Petrie took a moment to approach each of his siblings individually and hug them as such, his siblings returning the favor, their mother witnessing this touching scene, nearly bringing tears to her eyes.
"Awww, thanks a lot, guys!" Petrie complimented. "You all may be grouchy sometimes, but you still brothers and sisters to me no matter what. Me forgive you!"
"Thanks, Petrie," a sibling said. "We needed that. I think we all did, really." The rest of the family nodded in agreement. A brief silence passed before the ruling voice broke it.
"Um, Mama? My friends prob'ly waiting for me. Can me go play with them now? Uh...please?"
"Well, dear, I'd let you," said Mrs. Flyer, "but...aren't you forgetting something?"
"What me forget? Me never forget anything!" Petrie responded, only for his statement to get contradicted immediately afterwards by an embarrassing growling sound that shook the nest. "Um...me guess me need to get my tummy to stop talking, though!" he chuckled awkwardly.
"I thought so," his mother responded. "Since you were the last one to wake up, you're also the only one who didn't eat yet. Then again, how would eating and sleeping work?" This remark earned a laugh from everyone. "Anyways, you wait here. I'll be right back."
With that, she took off to the skies. About a minute later, she came back with a handful of treestars to Petrie. You could've sworn that they were there one moment and gone the next, which went to explain how hungry he was.
"Slow down, Petrie! You don't want to get sick, do you?" one of the siblings said to him as he ate. However, Petrie was so hungry, he was hardly paying attention to anything or anyone else surrounding him.
"Ahhhh, that much better! Thanks, Mom!" Petrie sighed as he finished, patting his tummy. "Burp-oh, 'scuse me, heh heh!"
"Don't mention it, dear!" she replied, patting Petrie on the head gently.
"So...now can me-?"
"Have fun!"
"YAY!"
Pausing only for a quick hug from his mother, he took off. No sooner did he do so that he returned, his mind stricken with an idea.
"Me want to take snuggling stick with me to show friends! Please, Mama?"
"What is this, show-and-tell day or something?" one of his brothers retorted, which made everyone laugh, even their mother.
"Of course you can, Petrie," she responded. "Just make sure not to lose it anywhere."
"No worry, Mom, me not lose it."
"Well, you almost lost it when we moved into here. I surely wouldn't want you to lose it again. After all, I know how much you love it, and-"
"Moooooooom-"
"Ok, ok, I'll shut my beak about it...still, I hope you don't lose it. Now go off and have fun with your friends. I'll call you for lunch later. See you then."
"You too, Mom. Thanks!" Petrie responded.
Grabbing his snuggling stick and placing in inside of his beak, he flew off in search of his friends. But as he flew, however, all was focused on finding them and what they were planning to do today. Due to this, he was not observant of the fact that he was heading straight for an unidentifiable object until...
BUMP!
"Ouchy!" he exclaimed, dropping the stick; his head had accidentally hit the camera. Quickly coming to his senses, he proceeded to look directly at the camera, and screamed upon seeing the audience surrounding it. He quickly began to fly towards home, but then stopped upon a realization...
"*gasp*! Oh no! Me lost snuggling stick!"
Fortunately for him, he didn't have to worry long, for he found it lying not too far above him in the grass. Flying down as fast as he could, he landed and grabbed cautious hold of the stick. Pausing to catch his breath, Petrie stood up, set his stick aside, dusted himself off, and decided to take another chance and look at the weird sights that scared him moments ago. He curiously lumbered closer and closer to the camera, and peered left and right to see the strange looking audience members. Though he wasn't outright scared of them anymore, he still trembled a little at the sight of them. Moments of awkward silence passed as Petrie was filled with trepidation, not wanting to speak a word, any words, to them. Nevertheless, he eventually did.
"You...you all look...so strange..." were the first words he managed to utter through his visible shyness. "You...not hurt Petrie, will you?"
To his relief, the audience (wait...or was it the camera?) all shook their heads. His trust in them was now beginning to form.
"Whew! That good. Me still think you look strange, but you not look like anybody who want to hurt me either. In fact..." Ceasing his speech momentarily, Petrie put a finger to his chin to figure out what he wanted to say before officially making his trust known. "...maybe...just maybe, we can be friends! ...Can we?"
All of the audience nodded simultaneously in an almost immediate response. Petrie giggled in delight.
"That great! Me always feel happy when me meet new friends! ...Well, 'cept when they turn out bad; then me not like them so much. But at least you no seem like bad friends to talk to. Me very glad to meet you!"
Just then, however, Petrie heard voices shouting from a distance.
"Petrie, where are you?!" the voice shouted with a tone of impatience. No doubt about it; it was Cera. This was quickly followed by the rest of the gang (minus Spike, who simply produced a grunt) shouting his name almost simultaneously. Petrie had looked to his right, where the direction of the voices were coming from, amidst the shouting.
"Oh! That my friends!" he exclaimed, turning to take one last look at the audience. "Me better go. Me hope to see you all later!"
Grabbing his snuggling stick and placing it inside of his beak once more, he flew towards the direction of where his friends were. Before long, he spotted them by the water hole.
"Hey guys!"
"Hi, Petrie. A bit late, aren't you?" Littlefoot responded. Though intending to tease him, the next words from Cera took away the effect.
"Yeah! Where were you?!" Cera said indignantly.
"Um...me overslept?" Petrie replied sheepishly.
"Yeah, sure," Cera replied, to which she earned a glare from Littlefoot.
Littlefoot was about to speak in regards of the decision of what game they all planned on playing today (now that everyone was here) when he noticed that he was carrying a stick with him. It certainly looked familiar, now that he thought about it...
"Hey Petrie, is that your snuggling stick you brought with you?"
"Oh, yes!" he exclaimed happily.
"And you brought it with you because...?" Cera questioned.
"Well, me wanted to-Wait, how you know about it? You, Ducky and Spike not even with me when me move into new home!"
"True. But that doesn't mean Littlefoot never told us anything about it, because he did," Cera responded with a smirk.
"He did?" Petrie asked, astonished; only Littlefoot, Ruby and Chomper had been with him when he moved, as the others were in another location at the time.
"Yep yep yep!" Ducky replied. "He told-ed us how much you love your snuggling stick, and that you never, ever want to lose it, oh no no no."
"And you right! Me glad me got it back that day, 'cause me not ever want to lose it again!"
"But I still don't get it," Cera voiced in. "It's just a stick! What makes you care so much about a little thing like a stick?"
"Well," Petrie started to explain, "Me no think it just ordinary stick. Sure, maybe it not something others have. But this stick veeery special to me. Me love to cuddle and sleep with it; me no can sleep without it!"
"Well, why can't you?" Chomper inquisitively asked.
"Um...actually, me could," Petrie replied, "but then me usually have real scary sleep stories 'bout Red Claw if me don't!"
"Um, you know you're contradicting yourself, right?" Cera inquired indignantly.
"Uh...heh heh," Petrie chuckled nervously before continuing. "Anyway, it not matter. Me never ever want to lose it. Me not think me can lose it if me tried!"
"Oh, really?" Cera questioned. "And why not?"
"Because to me..." Petrie replied, hugging the stick, "...we together as one!"
"Huh?" Cera was confused.
"Me can explain. Follow me!"
And follow him they did. As Petrie began to lead them to a light, carefree stroll around the valley, where nothing could possibly be dangerous at a time like this, he began to sing a little melody to himself.
Da da da da daaaaaa,
da da da da daaaaaa
The others, quickly catching on to the rhythm, glanced and grinned at him, and they (minus Spike) began to add in to the tune themselves.
Mm-bop, mm-bop
Mm-bop, mm-bop
Mm-bop-bop, ahhhhh...
As the gang continued the vocalization, repeating it at least twice, Petrie had been filling his head with happy thoughts; he just had to sing for the words to spill out. Adoring his snuggling stick the whole way through, that was exactly what he began to do.
Well, it's just you and me together
On such a carefree day
Though our fun may not last forever...
Well, I wouldn't want you any other way!
And if I was nervous, you would make me
Feel so big and proud
With you, my heart is always singing out loud!
'Cause when we're both together, we always
Play and have lots of fun!
You and me, we'll always be
Foot loose and fancy free
You and me, we'll always be
Together as one!
Gang (minus Spike):
Mm-bop, mm-bop
Mm-bop, mm-bop
Mm-bop-bop, mm-bop
Littlefoot:
You two have got quite a lot in common
As far as I can see
Ducky:
It is like you both are closer than us
Maybe as close as we!
Cera:
So what? It's just a stick! Why don't you
Pick another "love at first sight"?
Petrie:
(Hey, that not fair!)
It keeps me a-sleepin'
If ever I'm awake at night
(The gang resumes backup at this point, as indicated in italic parentheses.)
Ohhh, no matter what happens to you and me (Ahhhhhh...)
We'll have an everlasting bond (Oooooohhhh-Ahhhhhhhh...)
'Cause you and me, we'll always be (Always be!)
Foot loose and fancy free (So fancy free!)
You and me, we'll always be (To-gether!)
Together as one!
Gang:
Mm-bop, mm-bop
Mm-bop, mm-bop
Mm-bop-bop, ahhhhh...
Chomper:
It may not suit you best
But it's enough for you
Ruby:
(You are right, right you are!)
Not only that,
It gives you comfort too
Petrie:
(Uh-huh!)
Whether it's tomorrow or today
As long as you're with me (Oooooohhh...)
Our good times won't fade away! (Ooooohhh...)
(Don't fade away! 3x)
Don't fade away! (in between above)
At this point, Petrie, who had been perched on Littlefoot's back the whole time, got off of his position and began to fly upwards, setting the stick on Littlefoot's back for him to keep watch.
"You keep going; me be right back!" he shouted from below. While his friends were momentarily dumbstruck, they forged onward, figuring he would keep true to his word. When Petrie had risen just high enough in the sky for him not to get noticed (and being careful to avoid flying through any sky puffies in the process), he turned his head to the audience he had previously seen just minutes before and, flapping his wings slightly for balance, he began to speak to them.
"Okay, me want to play a little game with you!" Petrie explained. "When me tell you to do something, you do it, 'kay? Let's start! First, get up and stand on tippy-tippy toes. Now start flapping wings like this! ...Or use arms, if you no have wings, heh heh!"
Before long, Petrie saw that the audience was doing as told. And they appeared to be having fun doing so.
"Hey! That very good!" Petrie complimented with a smile. "Hmm...can you spread arms out, like this?" He spread his wings out, with the audience doing the same. "Ooh! Now can you move 'em at angle like this?" He moved his wings up and down like a seesaw, the audience once again doing the same. Amazed, Petrie smiled and giggled. "Great! Now spin around like this!" He began to twirl around and around while still airborne, the audience following along as best as they could until they couldn't take it anymore. A select few of them collapsed; Petrie was on the verge of collapsing himself.
"Oooohhh...me feel dizzy. Me take it you dizzy too?" Some nodded, while others couldn't. He chuckled in relief. "Good thing me not alone. Now, can you make loop-de-loop like this?" He demonstrated, only to receive a unanimous head shake (or in this case, camera shake). "What? You no can do-? ...Oh, heh heh heh, me sorry. Me forget that I the only flyer here. Oh well, me remember next time! Um, me better go 'fore friends shout for me. Me see you later, 'kay?"
With a "goodbye for now" wave, he began flying downwards. In no time, he spotted the ground, and soon, his friends, all of whom were still strolling. Upon arriving, he returned to his previous perch on Littlefoot's back, promptly grabbing hold of his snuggling stick.
"Hey, Petrie, I wonder what you were doing up there?" Littlefoot asked.
Much as he wanted to tell the truth, Petrie knew that his friends would more than likely tell him he was imagining things if he tried to explain the existence of the unknown creatures that were watching them from far away. Therefore, he came up with an alternate excuse.
"Oh, um, me just wanted to have good look at view of valley from sky. Not much else, really. The valley look beautiful from there!"
"Easy for you to say," Cera remarked wittily, "after all, you're a flier."
"Well, yes," Petrie replied, "you right about that. Anyway, much as me love Great Valley, me love snuggling stick even more! ...Um, not more than you guys, of course!"
The gang laughed at his confirmation (not even Cera could resist laughing), and with that, they resumed singing, Petrie once again taking lead.
Petrie:
No matter the time, we can both play (Ahhhhhhh...)
At least until the day is done (Ooooooohhh-Ahhhhhhh...)
Oh, you and me, we'll always be (Always be!)
Foot loose and fancy free (So fancy free!)
You and me, we'll always be (We'll always be...!)
Together as ooooooooooooooooooone-Yeah!
Gang:
(in between super long note...no really, it's quite long)
Together, together,
Together as one
Together, together,
Together as one
(resuming solo)
Mm-bop, mm-bop
Mm-bop, mm-bop
Mm-bop-bop, ahhhhh...
Upon concluding the song, the gang stopped their strolling for another bout of laughter. Only when it died down did anyone speak up.
"You see now? You may think it just some stick for anybody to play with," Petrie explained, embracing the stick, "but this stick something me always love holding, not just for nighttime, but any time of day."
"I can see that, I can, I can!" Ducky commented.
"I can see it, too!" Cera added in.
"Really?" Petrie wondered in curiosity.
"Yeah! I can see that it's still just a stick!" Cera punch lined, now with a smirk on her face.
"Oooooh, why you-!"
The two began to bicker while the rest of the gang were on the ground laughing at this hilarious scene before them. After that, everyone proceeded to play games of their choice for the rest of the morning, their worries gone without a care just for the moment. For now, it was simply a moment of fun, laughter, and joy to all who played.
Little did the kids, or anyone else for that matter, know of the sudden events that would soon happen...or most importantly, why they would happen.
I hope that you enjoyed my efforts thus far. I hope to continue updating this story, but keep in mind that updates will probably be very infrequent at the moment. Right now, I am going through my senior year in high school, and with it comes several other things I am involved in that is filling up my already-full plate. Due to this, along with other hobbies I consume in, expect to be surprised (especially newcomers) to see an update from me within the next month or so.
'Til then, good day and...chipmunks.