There is something missing from our world. The amazing creatures that time has left behind. But what if we could bring them back?

What if extinction didn't have to be forever?

We are going on a safari with a difference as wildlife adventurer Nigel Marven's temporary substitute, Jim Lessue lunges into pre-history to rescue creatures on the brink of extinction. His plan is to bring them back to the safety of the present and give them a second chance.

As Prehistoric Park rebuilds after the hailstorm, Nigel heads back in prehistory to rescue some extinct plants.

Welcome to the ultimate wildlife refuge!

Welcome to Prehistoric Park!


Paleo-Garden

"The Yellow Coneflowers go over there, and the Silversword goes by the Hollywood!" Gretchun shouted from her seat.

After the unnatural disaster that was the hailstorm hit Prehistoric Park just a couple weeks ago, its employees had been busy rebuilding the destroyed greenhouse.

Even though she was devastated by it, the greenhouse's destruction had been for the best. Nigel's guilt had gotten the better of him and he had ordered that the greenhouse be better than ever. Twice as large as it used to be, it had reinforced glass roofs, hidden pipes, and regulatable temperatures and humidities.

Gretchun had spent her time in the infirmary buying new plants with her new budget. She had been looking for specifically endangered species and they were now arriving.

A majority of the employees were helping her and her two assistants by planting, testing, and feeding the new arrivals.

Max came out from the forest carrying a pot with lots of plants with faded pink and dark purple flowers splaying from a pollen-filled center.

"Max, you can put the Phalaenopsis over there with the Swallowtails!" Gretchun pointed.

Not only did Gretchun order plants, but she was also gifted a small kaleidoscope of peacock swallowtails that were captured from a smuggler. They were planning on having a small part of the greenhouse sectioned off for them to allow their native habitat to be reconstructed. The Phalaenopsis is one of the Swallowtails favored flowers and also threatened.

As the sun made its way down, the last of the flowers had been planted and watered, and one of the Modern Mash Building employees was finishing up on the swallowtails area. Gretchun slowly walked around to look at the plants, cane in hand.

While the place had never been lusher with flora, she couldn't keep her eyes from the spots that were empty. She knew that not all the plants were here.

Besides the Saxonipollis and Javelinoxylon that Carter and Katrina were planning on going back to obtain new specimens, Nigel was planning on treating her with two new extinct species.

She walked to the back of the greenhouse where a large tank was having carbon being pumped into it.

On the top left, a small label read Cooksonia, the first land plant. In order to replicate its natural habitat, it had two pumps, one on each side. One was pumping in carbon and the other was absorbing any oxygen.

"Cooksonia is the only plant out of the two new species that Nigel was willing to tell me, so I'm excited to see what the second will be!" Gretchun said, not even trying to hide her excitement.


While Gretchun was bursting with excitement, Bob was prickling with apprehension as the crane lowered the cow carcass.

Matilda circled the barren ground where the carcass would eventually be. She was probably very hungry after not eating yesterday.

After Jane's unfortunate end just a couple weeks ago, Suzanne had made a plan that the tyrannosaur juveniles would be fed only every other day to avoid another bout of aggression.

Next door, Terrence was gorging himself on his food. He shifted to compensate for his moderately fresh wound. On his left thigh, a long red gash shone, as bright as a sunrise. Terrence had one of the worst injuries caused by the hail, however, thanks to his injuries earlier in life, Suzanne knew just how to administer antibiotics.

The hook released and the corpse fell to the ground. But Matilda did not waste a second and soon, a leg was being swallowed whole. She let a low grumble as her hunger was slowly saturated.

Bob just hoped that she wasn't mad, he knew what could happen if Matilda got angry. Bob shuddered. Even though he adored the twins, he couldn't forget that the adoration wasn't mutual and they would eat him in a heartbeat.


As the employees of Prehistoric Park went about their day, Nigel was nowhere to be seen. In fact, he wasn't even at Prehistoric Park, he was on St. Helena back in the 1800s some time. His head was patterned with sweat as he climbed the cliff face of the volcano.

"I'm here to find the extremely rare St. Helena Olive Tree. It went extinct around 1993. I'm going very far back to ensure that I won't be here for too long searching for a couple.".

As Nigel talked, birds chirped off in the distance and some were even flying overhead.

"St. Helena in modern times has lost the majority of its native species so I would like to collect a species or two once we are done with the olive tree, and maybe a few bugs too, but I better not get ahead of myself," Nigel said reeling himself back in.

He pushed a palm tree aside and jumped over a small crack. He then looked up to the mountain where he must climb. He sighed, this was gonna be a tough mission.


As Nigel was busy scaling the mountain on St. Helena, Jim and Rachel were busy getting ready for the second half of the mission. Ted watched from above as his two companions got their suits on. The suit resembled scuba gear with an oxygen tank in the back. Where they are going, there won't be enough oxygen for them to breathe without it.

"Alright, you guys have 3 hours to find your plant and get back before you run out of air." one of the employees said.

The duo nodded and got ready to head the farthest back anyone had ever gone, 420 million years back to the Silurian.

"We are going to the Silurian to what is now Britain to grab a few specimens of the first plant to have a stem with vascular tissue, Cooksonia. There wasn't much oxygen in the air due to the lack of plants so we are going to have to wear suits to allow us to survive, they are hooked up to these tanks that have a supply of oxygen." Jim explained.

As he did, one of the employees was busy checking Rachel's suit, making sure there were no openings.

Another was high up on the catwalk and was busy setting up the coordinates for the portal. With a thumbs up from the inspector, the bright blue flash of the portal loomed in front of the duo.

"Are ya ready?" Jim asked.

Rachel nodded.

They walked through.


The voices of two men sounded through the trees as Nigel squatted behind a tree. The two men were conversing under a small-sized tree talking about their days. One of them had a dog who had a seabird in his mouth, its distressed squeaking quieting the men.

Nigel's gut churned as the two men faced the dog and walked toward it, intent on ending the animal. Nigel couldn't let this happen.

He stood up and slunk behind a large bush. With his right hand, he swung at the leaves and branches. The movement and noise caught the attention of both the humans and dog, who dropped the seabird on the ground.

Nigel raced away, chased by the three entities behind him.

Shouting started and the dog barked, Nigel ran faster.

He scanned the scraggly trees around him. None of their leaves were thick enough to hide him until he saw it.

It wasn't a tree so much as a large, thick bush. It was up to Nigel's chest with curved, oily leaves and had lots of purple flowers sprouting out of it.

Nigel's eyes lit up as he dove into cover. As the pounding of feet got closer the dog came running right past him, followed by its two owners. After their noise couldn't be heard any longer, Nigel tentatively got out of the bush. He turned back at it and plucked a few of the bigger buds.

"This is the St. Helena Olive Tree," Nigel whispered, just in case the men were still nearby.

After stuffing the buds in his pocket, he raced back to the injured bird.

It was still on the ground, crying in pain, a small trickle of blood flowing out of a tooth wound.

It was pretty small, possibly a chick.

It had a mottled grey and white chest with the pattern wrapping around its neck. Its wings and head were dark greys, much like dusk. It had long legs ending in three also long toes. It had almost no tail and a sharp beak.

"I think this is the St. Helena Rail, one of the many extinct birds that were once found on this island," Nigel said, as he wrapped it up in his jacket. Its pitiful squeaks were slowly quieting as Nigel walked away, rail and tree seeds in tow.


Jim and Rachel walked around one of the many boulders that scattered the landscape, small patches of moss covered the shaded bottoms.

"So, Cooksonia wasn't the first plant?" Rachel asked, extremely confused.

"No, just the first land plant with a stem," Jim reassured, concentrating on his watch, making sure they had plenty of time left. The splash of the waves overpowered any other sounds, and the smell from the many corpses washed up covered his nose.

"We have a little over 2 hours," Jim said.

"Really! We've been here for almost an hour, it seems like less." Rachel exclaimed.

"Yeah, time sure does fly by here for some reason. There isn't much to see." Jim said, looking out at the barren ground and then at the roaring sea.

"Hey Rachel, what is your ai… Rachel?" Jim asked, he looked for his companion but to no prevail. "RACHEL!" he shouted again.

"I'm down here, don't worry." A voice said.

He ran to a little gully where Rachel was on the ground, just inches away from their goal plant. It looked like a lime green branch with crimson buds growing from the splayed limbs.

"Cooksonia!" Jim said, also making his way down, except much safer. The small cluster of plants was situated on a small island of dry land, surrounded by knee-high, brackish water.

"So, what do we do now? Do we just pick the buds?" Rachel said, placing her fingers around the bright red flower. "I think so," Jim said, following her. He picked one off, followed by another, Rachel did the same, 4 buds in a specialized jar.


As Jim and Rachel celebrated their find, Bob was not so happy, more hesitant.

He was currently at the Jiufotang Formation, watching the Sinotyrannus paddock. Similar to the T-Rex, they were being fed every other day, and it seemed to have worked for them.

Normally, the Asian tyrannosaurs would be fighting and scaring the Compsognathus not too far away. However, today, they were sleeping next to each other, digesting their two pigs.

Their tails were entwined and their heads rested against each other. Bob finally smiled, the diagnosis had worked. Now, they just had to test it on the T-Rex, and that meant introducing the twins again.


"Alright, let's get out of here, and with a couple of hours to spare, bravo!" Jim said, ecstatic that a mission had finally gone to plan.

But he had celebrated too soon.

Out of the murky water sprang a monster from their nightmares. It was almost 5 feet long and had two pincers reaching for Rachel. It had two paddles coming out from under its dirt brown carapace with 4 little legs ahead of them on each side. Its underbelly seemed to be an egg yellow from its overspill onto its size.

"Pterygotus! Rachel look out!" Jim cried out. But it was too late, one of the scorpion's pincers had ripped a hole into her suit, letting out oxygen, and fast.

"NO!" Jim raced for the Pterygotus and jumped on its back. The arthropod thrashed around until it calmed down enough to head for deeper water. Once Jim thought that it wouldn't come back, he jumped off and raced for Rachel who was trying to minimize the oxygen escape by pinching the suit together.

However, it wasn't working and her time was ticking, three minutes of oxygen was leaving every couple of seconds.

"Alright, can you get up?" Jim asked.

"No, the pincer caught my leg too," she grimaced in pain.

Jim exhaled, "Okay, stay here, I'll go get help!". Jim opened the portal and raced through.

"Help, I need a stretcher stat, Rachel's suit it ripped!" he shouted.

The faces from the catwalk looked down at him. It seemed Carter and Katrina had come back from their mission.

They raced down to a jeep to hopefully get some help while Ted ran down with a tarp folded up, many other employees were racing around trying to find ways to help in the situation.

Ted handed Jim the tarp and he raced back to see Rachel taking her last gulp of air before the hissing signaled the lack of oxygen.

"Okay, get on the tarp, quick," Jim ordered as he laid flat the tarp. Rachel crawled on, and slowly as to not rip it, Jim tugged her through the portal.

Once her head was clear of the Silurian, she exhaled and heavily gulped in the plentiful air.

Sarah, who was walking by, ran toward her, first aid kit in tow.

"Let me see your leg," she ordered.

"Geez, everyone is so bossy!" Rachel joked as she grimaced in pain as the suit was ripped off of her, so the wound could be seen.

A stream of blood was making its way down her leg.

"Alright, we are gonna have to get you to the infirmary," Sarah said, as she swabbed some alcohol along the edges. Carter and Katrina drove back with another doctor following them, and a proper stretcher.


As the mayhem continued in Prehistoric Park, Nigel was peacefully making his way along St. Helena, checking every plant in search of another St. Helena Plant are maybe some more extinct animals.

"You know, there is no rush, and St. Helena has so much to explore and bring back to the 21st Century," Nigel whispered.

He pushed aside a palm leaf to reveal a nest. It was lined with branches, feathers, plant matter, and a few volcanic stones. Unfortunately, it was strewn apart and rats were feasting on the little eggs that once called this home.

"Bah, bloody vermin, these are the only exceptions to my love of nature, borderline monsters," Nigel growled, before chasing the rodents away.

The invaders ran into the thick foliage and were soon gone.

Motion in Nigel's bag signaled that the rail had woken up from its nap.

"Alright, I guess we should probably head back then," Nigel whispered, his enthusiasm drained from him.

The blue flash of the portal indicated that Nigel was leaving.

As his vision cleared of the blue haze, he was met with chaos.

Rachel was being driven away with Carter sitting by her. Gretchun was carrying a tank with some buds in it. Ted and Katrina were running around, getting everything back in place while Sarah was examining Jim's breathing.

"Well, I guess we are the last ones here," Nigel remarked to the rail. The injured bird just looked up at him and cooed.

Once Sarah was done with Jim, he called for her.

"Sarah, can you bring the bird to the clinic, it was attacked by a dog," he said, not waiting for an answer before handing her his bag. Soon, she was also driving away, leaving Nigel, Ted, and Gretchun, who was packing up the Cooksonia.

"Hold on Gretchun, I have your surprise plant." he ran over to her and handed her the four flowers of the Olive Tree. Her face lit up immediately, "St. Helena Olive Tree, you know, when I was young, I got to see the last one in captivity in the 1990s.".


As the midday sun slowly set, Gretchun and her two assistants were busy checking over the new plants and butterflies.

Gretchun was busy planting the Olive Trees in suitable places while one of her assistants was fertilizing some of the more needy plants. But, the botanists were unaware of the boat driving by not too far away, heading for the docks.

However, some people were. Nigel, Bob, Suzanne, Jim, Rodger, and Emma, the park's public relations manager, were standing in a line, waiting for the boat.

The blue and orange streaked speedboat rounded the large boulders of the shore to reveal the driver and his passenger. However, the driver did not stay for long and once the passenger was off the boat, and he was paid, he left.

The passenger walked up to the little crew and lifted his hood to allow the shrinking sunlight to reveal him. He had bushy black eyebrows and typical old person white hair. He was short, standing at Nigel's shoulder. He wore a black suit and pants.

"Alexi?" Bob asked, nervousness in his voice.

"Yes," the man, Alexi, replied. He had a russian accent.

"Follow us," Bob said. The group of people went off into the island, heading for Nigel's bungalow.


"So, Nigel, would you like to explain to me what's happening," Jim asked as everyone sat around Nigel's desk.

"When I went on leave, I spent most of my time at friends places, trying to relax, but one thing led to another and before I knew it I was in Siberia talking to the director of Pleistocene Park, Nikita Zimov. He was an old friend of mine and I donated a couple of dollars to his project, which is to prevent the release of the methane that the permafrost is holding. It's a great cause so, when I got back, I contacted him and asked him if he would like to come and visit my project, and he said he would send a representative, Alexi here." Nigel said, motioning towards the man.

"So, what is your plan with Pleistocene Park?" Rodger asked.

"So, you know our larger mammoth herd and unnamed male, well, I want to give some of them to Pleistocene Park to boost their efforts," Nigel replied.

"You do realize the many issues with that prospect," Suzanne said.

"Yeah, doesn't Pleistocene Park have visitors?" Emma asked.

"Well, yes, but there are parts of the property that guests aren't allowed, for the animal's sakes," Alexi answered.

Another thing to take into account is the welfare of both the mammoths and the environment. Can the environment support such a large amount of large animals, and do the mammoths have what it takes to thrive in the new world?" Suzanne asked.

"Well, we wouldn't be giving the mammoths to them right away, of course, we would have to start small and do some tests and research," Nigel replied, intent on everyone accepting his idea.

"What do you mean, start small, like just one mammoth?" Rodger asked.

"No, like prehistoric horses or buffalo or something." Alexi reasoned.

"But we don't have prehistoric buffalo or horses," Jim remarked.

"Not yet, that is why you are here Jim, I would like you to take Alexi into the pleistocene, at the same location that Pleistocene Park is located, and take samples of the flora and rescue a few faunae for the introduction. I would also like you to just watch and see the dynamics of the environment." Nigel said, focusing on Jim.

"So, you want me to take a non-employee, untrained, 'professional' to an extremely dangerous place?" Jim asked, concerned by this prospect.

Nigel nodded, not so concerned.

"I have some training if that helps," Alexi added.

"Some," Jim whispered.


Next Time on Prehistoric Park

Nigel and Grethchun head back to St. Helena to save the lost ecosystem

Nigel crouches down around a bird while Gretchun looks behind her

and Jim and Alexi travel back to the mammoth plains to do some research.

Jim puts Alexi behind him as a male Wooly Mammoth walks towards them

as Suzanne examines the mammoths to decide which will be moved to Pleistocene Park!

The matriarch trumpets into the air.

All Next Time on Prehistoric Park!


Animals/plants rescued:

8 Cooksonia

St. Helena Rail (male)

6 St. Helena Olive Tree

10 Saxonipollis

10 Javelinoxylon

3 Yellow Coneflower

2 Silversword

5 Hollywood

10 Phalaenopsis

9 Peacock Swallowtails