Disclaimer: I don't own Ice Age.

"Doesn't anyone care about Sid the Sloth?" Sid cried out dramatically, watching the small armadillo-like creature scurry away very, very fast. He sighed.

/Three years ago/

Sid awoke to the smell of something burning. Slivers of daylight crept through the cave, illuminating a strange flickering shadow upon the dark wall. "Hey guys," he called, still half asleep, "come on, wake up! We're gonna miss the mi-"

He stopped in mid-sentence. Something was wrong, very wrong. After instinctively moving to rub the sleep from his eyes, he found they were stuck. Finding this very strange indeed, he realized the burning smell was getting stronger. It was close – really close.

The sleep lifting from this small, pathetic creature all in one instant, Sid took his bearings with wide eyes. He was currently hanging upside-down over a large bonfire, his hands tied behind his back and his left leg bound to the tree. All of his family seemed to have already vacated the cave.

His eyes narrowed. "They left without me…" A flickering flame seared his shoulder and he struggled to blow it out, yelling, "DOESN'T ANYONE CARE ABOUT SID THE SLOTH?"

He was met with silence, except for the sound of him trying to blow out his entire left arm.

/Present time/

"You know, I think these guys are actually trying to get rid of me…" He pondered to himself as he gazed at the empty tree.

"Nah, that couldn't be it."