I'm Back…

The group was silent. They kept walking through the jungle until they felt the ground shake. "Oh no, not a T-Rex." Said Alan.

"I think it's something worse…" Said the rest of the group at once.

All of a sudden, a Spinotrioonxtorhipposaurus walked out of the trees.

"That's not a dinosaur!" Said Alan.

"That's a sad excuse for one…" Said Malcom.

"Say, do you have directions to a boat?" asked Bobathan.

"Yeah, turn left on 42nd street, - the one with the burnt car – and then turn onto dead Muldoon street, - the one with Muldoon's hat hanging from a tree – and then turn to riverside drive, - the one with a stream of water running through it -." Said the Spinotrioonxtorhipposaurus.

"Thanks."

The group walked toward the boat.

"100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 bottles of beer on the wall, 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 bottles of beer, take one down pass it around, 90,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,999 bottles of beer on the wall." Sung Bobathan.

"We're at the boat."

"Let's get out of this chaosishtical place." Said Malcom.

They all got on the boat and drove out to the ocean.

"But we must exterminate dinosaurs!" Said Bobathan.

"Listen Hammond…" Said Alan

"Bobathan."

"Bobathan… Let's just get out of here."

"Never!"

Alan hit Bobathan on the top of the head and knocked him out.

"Hey, look a shark!" Said Malcom. The shark reared up on the side of the boat. It was a cardlon megaladon. "Bwahh!" Screamed Brody. He took out a gun and shot the shark. The shark exploded because it had a lot of gas.

"It smells like flatulence…" Said Malcom.

"Shut up, Ian."

They drove off and finally landed in Florida. Something was following them…Ian got in a rental car along with Alan, Bobathan, Indy, and Brody. Ian started playing "Dude looks like a lady" on the radio. Raptors started running down the street screaming like fangirls. "Pick up the speed, Ian…" Said Alan. The group drove off into the sunset with crazy raptors following them. The end… Or is it?... coming soon… Chapter 5…