GREAT VALLEY - NEAR THE FLYER NEST - NIGHT
The scene fades to a lush valley. It is night time, and a fierce lightning storm is pelting the peaceful valley with rain and flashes of light. The camera moves to show a burning tree that has fallen over against a cliff side. The worried murmers and yells of dinosaurs can be heard. The view moves to a varied group of dinosaurs. An injured flyer lays on the ground.
THREEHORN: What are we going to do?
MOTHER FLYER: Someone has to go save my children! Please!
As the fires continue to burn, a shadow appears from out of some nearby bushes. The residents of the Valley scream out in terror as they realize that it's a small sharptooth.
LONGNECK: Sharptooth!
The little sharptooth starts to climb up the tree, trying to reach the nest near the top.
FLYER: My babies! He's after my babies!
The sharptooth makes it to the top, and jumps off of the tree to the nest. From seemingly nowhere, a young girl's voice is heard.
?: So, what happened next, Mr. THICKNOSE?
GREAT VALLEY - AFTERNOON
The scene suddenly switches to a present Great Valley. An old (very old!) thicknose is standing in a forest clearing with young dinosaurs of all kinds around him, listening to his story. There's a female longneck and Swimmer, and a male threehorn, spiketail, and flyer.
THREEHORN: Humpth! Would you quiet down and let him finish the story, LITTLEFOOT?
SWIMMER: You don't have to be so mean about it, TOPS.
LITTLEFOOT: Yeah, Tops. I'm just excited, it all. Now, go on Mr. Thicknose, please.
: Very well.
the old story teller clears his throat.
: The residents of the Great Valley were distraight. Things just seemed to get worse, and they didn't know what to do. After a few moments of worry, the sharptooth came out of the cliff, sliding down the burning with the poor young flyers in his arms!
FLYER: Ooh, that sounds scary!
SWIMMER: Yes ARIES, it does. Poor flyers.
LITTLEFOOT: I think it's okay, LAVENDER. This is supposed to be a good story, isn't it?
TOPS: So, where's the part where the sharptooth eats those flyers he caught?
: Oh, he doesn't eat them.
TOPS: It doesn't? Isn't that what they're supposed to do?
: Well, this little fella had a different goal in mind. He slowly made his way back to the leafeaters, and brought the flyers back to their mother.
TOPS: This story doesn't make any sense! Like a sharptooth would ever rescue a bunch of flyers.
: Believe it or not, there do exist more peaceful sharpteeth in the world.
TOPS: Humpth! Really? Because I've never seen any!
: Yes there is, and one of them lived in this very valley!
LITTLEFOOT: Now could you stop, Tops, and let Mr. Thicknose finish the story? I really want to hear how it ends.
TOPS: I'm just trying to clear things up. This old dinosaur doesn't seem to know what he's talking about.
: If you don't believe me, then you can ask you parents.
TOPS: What would they know?
: They used to know him, of course!
LITTLEFOOT: (Gasps) Really?
: Oh my yes.
LITTLEFOOT: Then I'm gonna do just that! I'll ask my dad about it!
TOPS: I'll ask my mom about it too, so I can clear up this silly little hatchling story!
From off in the distance, a purple fast runner walks up to the group. The longneck is the first one to tunr his gaze to see her.
LITTLEFOOT: Hey, look, it's RUBY!
RUBY: Why, hello to all of my litte friends, all of my little friends hello!
: Has it really been that long already?
RUBY: Yes, . It's time to end storytime for today.
LAVENDER: Aww, really?
LITTLEFOOT: Can't we hear just a little bit more?
suddenly, Mr. Thicknose coughs uncontrollably for several second, then lays down.
ARIES: Are you okay, Mr. Thicknose?
: I'm okay, but I think that's all I can utter for today. You'll have to come back some other time for the rest of the story.
LITTLEFOOT: Aww.
RUBY: Now come one everyone. Mr. Thicknose will tell you another story tomorrow, but the bright circle is going down, and I need to take you back to your nests.
LITTLEFOOT: Oh, alright.
Littlefoot reluctantly starts to follow Ruby.
TOPS: Humpth! Just as well. I was getting tired of his tall tales!
The threehorn starts to strut off with the hatchling-sitter fast biter.
LAVENDER: It's okay, Littlefoot.
Lavender walks over to the young spiketail of the group, and climbs on his back.
LAVENDER: Come on Pete, let's get going.
Pete sighs lightly, and starts strolling off towards Ruby.
ARIES: Hey, wait for me, everybody!
The flyer takes off to the skies over the group.
TO BE CONTINUED
(The character names Lavender, Pete, and Aries were suggested to me by Trulyfantasticme. Just wanted to make sure she gets the credit for that. :))