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 Nigel stays back to help out everyone, a hailstorm looms in the horizon risking the fate of Prehistoric Park!
Welcome to the ultimate wildlife refuge!
Welcome to Prehistoric Park!
Too Much to Chew
The rumble of a tractor sounded off to the right of Ceratopsid Creek. Theo let out a large warning rumble while his herd circled around him with the many young in the center. As the sound of the engine grew louder and louder, the Ceratopsids became more aware.
Thankfully, there was no threat, just a large vehicle towing a platform behind it. On the wooden platform, lay the lifeless corpse of Jane the T-Rex. The smell of their predator sparked fear in the Triceratops and Torosaurus, however, soon the corpse was gone and they were able to return to their peaceful nature.
A large crowd had formed as the news quickly spread between the islands of Prehistoric Park. Nigel tried to squeeze through the masses but soon had to resort to a little shoving. However, he got to his destination, the perimeter fence of T-Rex Hill.
To his left, Terrence was looking out through the divider fence that kept him away from his sister Matilda. He was whimpering and roaring. The sounds broke Nigel's heart as he searched to find Matilda. After a little searching, he found her deep in her little copse of trees. The blood that painted her face was gone but the flies still lingered. The clouds of the little things were swarming the bloodstains in the grass and the humans near it.
"Nigel, over here!" Nigel heard a voice shout to his right. He looked to see Bob, Sarah, Jim, and even Suzanne standing together, looking out at the scene.
Nigel rushed over to meet them. "Hey Sarah, how is everything?" Nigel asked.
"Matilda seems to be fine, she got over her shock overnight, but Terrence is a wreck. He hasn't eaten any of his cow." she replied.
Even though he didn't see her, Suzanne shot Nigel a questioning look.
Why did he ask Sarah and not her? It's not like she was oblivious of the obvious! Sure she had been away for a couple of weeks but that didn't mean she lost all he veterinarian credibility! Suzanne caught herself before she spiraled into a self-pitiful mess. There was some reasoning behind asked Sarah instead of her, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
She quietly huffed in exasperation.
"So, do you think this is behavioral or something else?" Bob asked.
"What I think is, this could be totally wrong, but maybe T-Rexes are like modern-day hyenas where the females are in charge," Sarah replied.
Jim listened in but didn't know what that had to do with anything, "Okay, that could explain why females are larger than males but what does that have to do with anything, I doubt females would attack their mothers this young.".
"What if, since they are probably growing faster than they would in the wild, Matilda felt like she could do it, and Jane wasn't expecting such a fight. And Matilda is probably still in a puberty stage of some sort so she was hormonally off which made her extra dangerous." Sarah tried to explain.
"So what, do you think she attacked her mother for territory or food or leadership?" Nigel asked.
"That I cannot say," Sarah said.
Suzanne felt bad for her apprentice. Even though she had learned and grown so much once promoted to head Veterinarian, this situation was one she was not prepared for, and her colleagues' eagerness to find out things didn't help this stressful situation.
But there was nothing for her to do, Sarah had to work this out on her own.
"Well, whatever happened we need to figure out what happened and how to prevent it, or else," Nigel looked at Matilda, "Prehistoric Park might not be able to house T-Rex.".
"Well then," Bob clapped his hands together, "Sarah, Suzanne, come with me, we are not getting rid of the twins.".
"That's the spirit!" Jim said exclaimed.
As the determined trio walked off, Jim turned to Nigel.
"So, I'm guessing there won't be a mission," Jim whispered.
"No, you can tell the team to just take the day off or find someplace to make themselves useful," Nigel replied, confirming Jim's suspicions.
As people came and left T-Rex Hill, Rodger was frantically trying to radio anyone to warn them of what smeared his screen. Hard balls of ice rained down onto the wild ocean below.
A seagull tried to avoid being pummeled but was unsuccessful and was hit in the wing, sending it down to the ocean.
The radar showed that the big red cloud was only a couple of hours away. Rodger ran to a window, already a few clouds were making their way towards Isla Sorna.
On Isla Muerta, Rodger and any other employee or ground-based animal would be safe as the multitude of trees would take much of the hit from hail but on Isla Sorna, where the trees were few and far between, everyone and everything could be at risk.
Rodger ran back to his radio that sat on his desk.
"Hello, Hello, this is Rodger Gordon, is anyone there, please pick up ASAP!" he screamed into the radio.
His leg was shaking and his blood was pumping until someone picked up.
"Hello, Rodger, what's wrong?" a voice said.
"Yes, yes, oh thank god someone picked up! You need to warn everybody that there is a huge storm heading for Prehistoric Park, you need to warn everyone to seek shelter immediately, I'd say you have around four hours." Rodger paused to allow the person on the other end some time to comprehend what he just said.
But as nobody said anything in reply, he assumed that they had left.
Rodger walked over to the timer that sat on a nightstand and set it to 4:00.
As the seconds ticked down, Rodger realized something. The safety of the entire Prehistoric Park team was in the mystery person's hands.
Max ran as fast as he could. The news was so urgent he dropped his radio back by Phorusrhacos dunes.
As he passed the Smilodon pack, two employees passed at the same time.
"Hey… have you... seen a jeep anywhere…" Max panted. He was by no means a runner.
"Yeah, there's one by the Modern Mash building, what's the rush?" one of the employees, an older guy, asked.
"There's a snowstorm coming and we need to get everyone into a shelter, I need you to find everyone around here and head to the Modern Mash Building, and bring in the chickens, jays, and Armondo please," Max screamed as he faded off in the distance.
Bob walked into the light as Suzanne and Sarah helped circle the table.
Splayed on the metal platform, multiple papers of predator behavior were resting, holding the information that could save Terrence and Matilda's status as a Prehistoric Park Resident.
From Hyenas to lions to bears, over a dozen carnivorous species and their unique behaviors were at the trio's fingertips.
"Alright, what we are looking for are any examples of what happened here. Once we single those out, we should try and look at how normal zoos handle this." Suzanne explained, happy that she was back in charge of something.
"Everybody, grab a seat, this is going to take a while," Bob said as he sat down on a stool. Sarah and Suzanne followed suite.
The beach sun just barely showed through the light haze of clouds as Nigel and Katrina walked on the beach-walk on their way to the Djadochta Formation.
"So, what is the situation?" Nigel asked Katrina, who was holding a clipboard that had multiple problems that Prehistoric Park faced.
Nigel and Katrina were walking to try and solve one.
"The protoceratops are digging holes, kind of like tunnel systems, one of the Djadochta keepers noticed that a male Protoceratops was wandering a little too close to Velociraptor Valley." Katrina read off the clipboard.
All over the island, Nigel's team and the group that oversees the holding pens were busy helping the keepers and mechanics by solving some of the simpler problems that they just couldn't get around to doing.
As the duo passed the sleepy Oviraptor family, they looked out into the ocean. The further the sky got from shore, the darker the clouds got.
"Do you think we will get a storm?" Katrina asked.
"Yeah, we could use some rain, it has been a little dry," Nigel replied.
If only they knew just how extreme the storm was.
However, at the Modern Mash building, two employees did know how dangerous it would be.
Chi and Neema were busy getting the chickens indoors.
Currently, they had gotten one in each and Chi was getting the other one.
Neema was busy shoeing the White-Naped jays and Armando the Armadillo into the indoor section of their enclosure. Nigel's leopard tortoise watched from the safety of his tank as she slammed the door that separated the two parts of the enclosure down as the last White-Naped Jay flew through.
Just as she climbed out of the exhibit, Chi came in with the last Ayam Cemani chicken and placed it on the floor with its two companions.
"Come on, we need to get to the cafeteria!" Neema ushered her companion.
As he passed through them, Neema shut and locked the last pair of doors to ensure none of the animals got out.
As the pair ran to their jeep, Chi turned his radio on, "Rodger, how long do we have?" he asked.
The crackle started, followed by Rodger's voice, "3 hours and 15 minutes, how is it going?".
"Okay, the Modern Mash Building is secure and Max is telling people to find shelter," Chi replied.
"Good, hurry!" Rodger pleaded.
As the pair passed over the Philippine Crocodile exhibit, Neema realized just how dark the sky had gotten, and how much colder it had gotten.
Max had also realized this and was driving faster than he ever had, stopping only to tell people along the way about the impending doom.
He had told the Modern Mash and Santa Cruz area which he hoped was evacuated and had mentioned it to someone near the dodo and Stygimoloch exhibits.
As he neared his destination, a cold wind hit him like hundreds of little ice needles.
He passed the summit of the incline that hid the Hell Creek Formation.
The sound of his jeep alerted the Ceratopsids and people alike.
"Max, why are you in such a hurry?" a familiar voice said ahead of him. It was from Jim!
"Jim, you need to get everybody out of here, there is a huge winter storm coming now, we have about 3 hours!" he exclaimed. Jim's once friendly and calm demeanor was now full of fear and astonishment.
"EVERYONE!" he shouted.
Max watched as the huge crowd of T-Rex viewers came around the two jeeps. Murmuring sounded throughout the crowd.
Max was happy, almost half the staff on Isla Sorna was here.
"We need to evacuate to the cafeteria, there is a storm coming," Max shouted.
"What kind of storm? Should I lock down the greenhouse!" Gretchen shouted from the back of the crowd.
"It's a hailstorm so probably," he replied.
The crowd soon scattered, a couple of employees went to close up the Hell Creek Formation Building and Gretchen went to lock up the greenhouse.
Hopefully, everyone reaches safety max thought.
He looked down at his watch, 2:50 left. They needed to hurry.
Jim drove with the huge group of people making their way to the cafeteria to flee from the unnatural tropical hailstorm.
The exodus of employees was passing the cave bear exhibit, where the brown form was snacking on some berries. As the multitude of jeeps passed, he kept at least one eye on them, just in case.
Sidora the Elasmotherium was the same but snorted at every single person who looked at him.
The drive was slow, due to the sea of jeeps as far as the eye could see. The numbers were increasing since someone had sent out a message warning people. Hopefully, everyone got the message and would be making their way to a safe zone.
"Aaugh!" Katrina exclaimed.
Nigel guided the Protoceratops herd back into Desert Dunes where Empress the Pinacosaurus and gallimimus herd were feasting on some grass and branch mixture that Katrina and Nigel placed down to persuade the herbivores to stay in their exhibit.
Nigel wrangled up the loose Protoceratops while Katrina placed rocks in the entrances to the tunnels they created. Unfortunately, while Katrina had her back turned one of the females got curious about the many voices coming out of her radio, which then lead to it becoming broken before Katrina could hear what the commotion was.
As the tail tip of the last Protoceratops was out of reach, Nigel shut the gate. The sound caught the attention of the male Tarbosaurus who roared at the threat, determined to protect his very pregnant mate.
After declaring the threat diminished, he nuzzled up to her and they intertwined their tails, facing their new nest.
"Alright, that should be the Protoceratops burrows solved," Nigel said, chipper that they had completed something.
"Let's see what's next.". Katrina bent down to grab the clipboard and look at the checklist.
"Alright, let's see here, they might need help with digging the trench along the fence at Troodon Treasury, you wanna help?". She asked.
"Yeah, why not. Let's go see how Ted's doing.". But had they known what Ted was doing at this very moment, they wouldn't have decided on that.
Ted was currently driving frantically towards the cafeteria with the two Troodon in pet carriers behind him.
After getting the news about the hailstorm, he got frantic and decided to grab the two Troodon who were already in carriers for the employees' safety. He didn't know what he would do with them when he arrived but he knew they would have been at risk out there.
He looked in his mirror, seeing that the dark grey, almost black, clouds were gaining ground on the island. He wondered how long they had.
2:15 was what read on Rodger's watch.
"Come on hurry!" he shouted at Janeen as she struggled with Stump in her hands while Thump and one of the Thescelosaurus followed behind her.
As the first of the icy balls hit the ground, Rodger shut the door, allowing the five of them some safety. Outside, one of the Edmontosaurus yelped as a piece of hail hit them, hopefully, they would be alright and none of the eggs would be crushed.
Soon it sounded like hundreds of balls were hitting the roof at the same time. Thankfully, the noise seemed to put the two little ceratopsids at rest and they, along with the Thescelosaurus were soon sleeping on the couch with Janeen rubbing their backs. Hopefully, everyone was safe.
Rodger looked at his watch, 2:10.
Will slammed on the gas, 15 other people followed behind him. They were the employees on Isla Pena, a little late to the party.
They had reached Isla Sorna just a few minutes ago and were quickly passing the Tasmanian Tiger pack and frog pond.
A cold wind hit the troop trying to reach the cafeteria before the hailstorm.
Will was in front going as fast as he could. Thankfully, he had quick reflexes or else he would have crashed into Nigel and Katrina's jeep.
"Hey, what's the big hurry for!" Nigel yelled.
"Wait, you guys work on Isla Pena, what are you doing on Sorna?" Katrina asked.
"What do you mean, we are going to the cafeteria!" Will exclaimed incredibly confused by their calm nature.
"What for, supper's not for another hour?" Nigel asked, also incredibly confused.
"Not to eat, to escape the hailstorm, didn't you get the memo. There's a huge hailstorm and everyone is being evacuated to the cafeteria!" Will exclaimed, weaving around the duo to continue his frantic trip. "I suggest you follow us," he told them.
"Last call for anyone not in th…" Sarah turned off her radio.
All three humans were aware of the hailstorm but weren't worried.
The infirmary was strong, they would be safe here, and besides, they had a mystery to solve.
What happened in T-Rex Hill last night. They had connected behaviors between modern-day animals and their extinct animals twice but neither were about T-Rex. The closest thing they found was in hyenas, the power was tilted in the matriarchal side like T-Rex presumably.
"Are we sure it wasn't a fight over power!" Suzanne said again, trying to be safe.
"Suzanne, you've asked that question three times now, yes!" Bob exclaimed, "Sarah have you found anything?" he asked.
Sarah came out of the file room with nothing. She shook her head.
"Hm, maybe check the plant section that Gretchen has started." Suzanne offered.
Sarah went back in.
"What are you thinking?" Bob asked her.
"Maybe it isn't natural behavior, maybe Matilda has a disease, and if she has it, maybe Terrence, or the Sinotyrannus, or the Tarbosaurus can get it." She replied.
Bob looked troubled by this prospect.
"No, nothing, but I did find a pamphlet on Ostriches," Sarah said as she walked back out.
"Oh of course, maybe it wasn't a carnivore thing, but a family thing!" Suzanne exclaimed before opening up the pamphlet.
"Anything?" Bob said.
"No, nothing in the behavioral section, but I'll keep reading," Suzanne replied.
Bob walked over to the window. The infirmary was south of the island and already, dark clouds loomed into view. He assumed that the northernmost exhibit, the Thylacosmilus, would be feeling the hail soon.
Nigel and Katrina followed suit along with the Isla Pena employees on their mission to the cafeteria.
"Hello, hello, this is Will with the Isla Pena Team, can anyone copy?" Will said into his walkie-talkie.
"Hello, Will, where are you, have you seen Nigel or Katrina?" a voice replied.
"We do have Nigel and Katrina and we just passed the Bravoceratops Paddock," he replied.
"Oh no, guys, the Thylacosmilus is getting hit with hail, you said you're by the Bravoceratops, you won't make it, you need to go to the Jiufotang aviary!" the voice said.
"Alright, see you later then!" Will replied before turning the radio off. "You heard him, to the Jiufotang Aviary!" Will shouted behind him.
He turned to the left, followed by the crowd.
Nigel looked back, the clouds were above them, just barely keeping the hail in.
Max squeezed through the crowd that was accumulating in the cafeteria.
Besides the Isla Pena Team and co. Bob, Suzanne, Sarah, and Gretchen, everyone was here.
A thud spooked Max.
He looked out the window to see something he never thought he'd see on a tropical island, snow. And not just snow, mixed in with the cold, slushy, flakes of water, hard balls of ice tore up the ground and trees as they hit solid surfaces.
The cafeteria roof was no exception. It sounded like hundreds of drummers were hitting the roof.
Max would only imagine what it would be like outside.
The noise was so amazing, even the two troublesome Troodon had quieted down in their carriers.
Max shuddered.
Katrina stuck a piece of wood that she found up in the air to avoid getting hit by the chunks of ice falling from the sky.
"Nigel are we almost there?" she shouted.
But the question was not needed, as they rounded the corner, the large domed form of the aviary showed itself.
The front of the line of jeeps was already making their way into the aviary.
Thankfully, the aviary had reinforced glass, making it unlikely that it would shatter.
Nigel brought up the rear while Katrina jumped out and shut the door.
The 18 humans were slowly getting out of their jeeps.
The thuds of the ice hitting the glass and metal roof echoed in the aviary.
Nigel looked around, the Microraptor and Mimic the Confuciusornis were hunkered down in their nests while the Incisivosaurus and psittacosaurus groups were somewhere in the thick ferns.
"Is everybody okay?" he asked.
"Will has a gash on his neck!" a voice said to his right. He looked to see a guard holding a bloody rag up to Will's neck.
He looked around to find that everybody had some sort of bruise or scratch but it seemed Will got the worst of it.
"And now we wait." Katrina exhaled.
Rodger and Janeen watched as the hail diminished to a little drizzle of rain. Rodger let out a sigh of relief, "I think it's over." he said.
Thump, Stump, and the Thescelosaurus drowsily lifted their heads at the absence of sound.
"How do you think everybody else it?" Janeen asked, nervously opening the door.
Leaves and branches were strewn across the ground which was torn up.
Just visible through the trees, the herd of Edmontosaurus stirred, hopefully, none were seriously injured and all the eggs were intact. Chirping symbolized that the rest of the Thescelosaurus flock had found refugee under or near the lumbering beasts.
Isla Muerta was fine, but how was Isla Sorna?
Gretchen sat on her rocking chair as ice ball after ice ball slammed the glass roof.
The flowers and plants shook from the cold wind that swept through the window filters. Her radio didn't work in the greenhouse, meaning she was cut off from any help.
She hoped everyone else had gotten to the cafeteria just fine.
Gretchen looked up at the black clouds that covered the sky as one huge piece of hail came slamming onto the building, cracking the glass.
She flinched. The roof was going to crack!
She rushed over to a table and climbed under it just as the sound of glass shattering echoed around her.
Glass, along with balls of ice came crumbling down to the ground.
She heard hissing and dared to look up at the wall. A pipe must have been hit by some hail because gas was streaming out of the black rubber.
The black meant methane. She had to get out of here or risk dying.
She grabbed for a tray for a shield but a piece of hail slammed onto her hand, cutting a deep gash into her ring finger.
She pulled her red hand back, and, calming her nerves, crawled out from under the table, grabbed the tray and rushed out into the storm.
Now she was at Nature's hand.
She swished a strand of sweaty auburn hair out of her eye and looked around.
Already, dents were forming on the tray and her fingers were getting cut up but she had to focus. The closest secure place was the Jiufotang Aviary so that is where she must go.
She looked around for her jeep and ran to it under a large kapok tree. The windshield was smashed but thankfully there was no glass in the driver's seat.
She got in and started it up, then drove off in the storm, tray still raised in the air by one hand.
Nigel sat down on the bench with Katrina as the guard grabbed some alcohol and a cloth wrap from the first aid kit.
Will cringed as the liquid burned his cut but stayed as still as he could.
All the other employees seeking refuge in the aviary walked away, not being able to handle what was happening.
Nigel watched as Mimic flew down from his perch to check on every human, hoping one was Ted.
After checking everyone, including Nigel and Katrina, he flew back to a tree, a little crestfallen.
The ferns shook to allow the Incisivosaurus family to walk into the pathway.
Ever since Nigel had rescued them from a volcano in Cretaceous China, the three chicks had grown exponentially, now almost the size of their parents and the males were getting their bright head feathers while the female's dark brown speckled baby fluff had left to allow her now light brown and green feathers to come in. Their buck teeth were now more apparent than ever.
One of the young males, the more boisterous one, walked up to Nigel and head-butted his leg then reared back for another hit.
But Nigel was too fast and lifted his leg up before the little dinosaur could hit him, sending its head into the bench. The Incisivosaurus cried out and fled back to his family. Katrina and Nigel chuckled as hail slammed the roof above them.
Gretchun strained her eyes to be able to see through the thick cloud of snow falling with the hail.
With the lack of sunlight, it was very dark and her headlights were on but that only allowed for her to see a couple of feet in front of her.
She let up on the gas, slowing her driving.
Her arm was starting to fall asleep as it held the now unrecognizable tray up in the air. But not even the tray could protect her exposed arm from a sharp piece of ice as it scratched a line of blood down her arm.
She idiotically clutched the injured arm with the other leaving the steering wheel free to swerve to the right, straight into a tree.
Gretchun raised her head and could feel like a bruise would form there.
The jeep hissed as steam spewed out the hood.
She slowly crawled out of the jeep, hail scratching her left and right.
She used the last bit of strength to run full speed along the road. She ran as fast as she could and thankfully, the large glass form of the aviary appeared through the dark haze.
The next thing she knew, she was slipping on a ball of ice and was sent tumbling down the sandstone hill.
Her head hit the ground with a thud and the last thing she saw was a form opening the door to the aviary before everything went dark.
Nigel called for help as he dashed out into the storm to help Gretchun.
Two employees followed him while Katrina stayed at the door.
Instantly a piece of hail scratched Nigel's back. He fought through the pain to reach the now unconscious paleobotanist, who, thankfully, wasn't far away.
The two other employees grabbed her legs while he grabbed both her arms and they slowly and painfully hauled her inside.
She was not in good shape, her breathing was labored, there was a bruise on her head, and multiple deep scratches all over her body, especially her hands and arms.
The guard rushed over, leaving Will to press the red bandage against his neck.
She checked Gretchun's pulse and went over to her first aid kit.
Nigel didn't stay to watch what happened. He just wanted this storm to be over.
If the humans were so badly injured by the hail, he couldn't imagine how the animals left outside would be faring, especially the young ones like the Hadrosaurs and Phorusrhacos chicks.
Ted was getting bored and frustrated as the last of the hail slammed into the land.
Max walked out and held his hand out.
He let out a whistle to get the attention of the 60 or so humans squashed into the cafeteria.
"Hey, the hail is gone, it's just snow now, I want someone to watch out a window and another to watch the clock. Once we don't see any new hail come down for 10 minutes, I think it's safe to say that the storm has passed." He said with a smile on his face.
One employee stared at the clock while Carter looked out the window and as one minute turned to 5 minutes to 10 minutes, everyone's hopes grew.
Max slowly walked outside, cautious and alert in case there was some left but it seemed that the darkest of clouds had passed them.
Katrina was the first one out, followed by Nigel and then the rest of the team. They each got into their jeeps and drove off to the cafeteria but the guard drove Will and Gretchun to the infirmary where Bob, Suzanne, and Sarah were hopefully safe.
"That's it!" Suzanne screamed.
The half-asleep Bob and Sarah jolted into action and listened to the head vet.
"It says here that ostrich chicks that grow too fast have been known to become too aggressive and attack other animals in their exhibit, but if changed soon enough, the behavior can be altered!" she read.
"Do you think we caught it in time? I mean, we didn't catch it early enough for Jane!" Bob said.
"I don't know but there is only one way to find out, Bob how much do you feed the twins?" she said, giving Bob a quizzical look.
"A cow every day, want me to adjust that?" he answered.
"Yeah, maybe one every other day," she replied, "The same goes for the Sinotyrannus, I think the Tarbosaurus should be fine since they are full grown.".
"Let's just hope it isn't too late," Sarah said under her breath.
For the rest of the day, the employees focused on getting Prehistoric Park operational again.
Fixing broken fences, re-paving roads, and de-denting roofs. But the biggest projects for the builders and electricians was fixing the greenhouse.
Bob got out of the jeep and looked at the mess caused by the hail.
The balls of ice had completely shattered the glass roof and crushed many of the plants.
The ones that escaped the hail, were most-likely killed by the cold or the unnatural amounts of methane introduced into the air by the broken pipe.
Technicians and electricians were going around the area, studying the area. Builders were working together to figure out how to build the greenhouse up again and even better than before.
"Gretchun won't be happy about this!" a voice said behind Bob.
It was Nigel walking up from his jeep.
"How are you going to make it up to her, I mean, you were the one who wasn't that interested in the greenhouse," Bob asked.
"Maybe, my next mission will be solely for plants." Nigel offered.
"Hm, she would like that. Everyone is going to live, and none of the animals were too badly injured." Bob added.
Nigel nodded his head in approval and left, leaving the construction team to work out the statistics.
Next Time on Prehistoric Park
Nigel goes on a mission to rescue a multitude of extinct plants!
Nigel looks up at a tall lepidodendron
And Bob puts Suzanne's plan into action!
The Sinotyrannus twins sleep together next to the lake
While Prehistoric Park makes plans for the future!
A man gets off the boat and looks around
All Next Time on Prehistoric Park!
