The group trekked back through the jungle towards Yoder and Oscar's plane.
"So what did you call those things that were chasing you?" Yoder asked Gerry. "Seelaw-ficus?"
"Coelophysis, from the Triassic era." Gerry corrected. "Now that we've bred them, we can easily classify them as early theropod."
"Oh, yeah, early theropod!" Yoder said. "That's exactly what I've been saying all these years, right Oscar?"
The group approached the Fokker .
"Where's Danny?" Oscar asked.
"D-Caf!?" Yoder called out.
There was no answer.
"You take the plane, I'll check the perimeter." Yoder said to Oscar.
Oscar ushered Nima towards the plane.
Yoder turned to Gerry and Jess.
"Stay put." He said, before exploring the surrounding area.
Meanwhile, Oscar handcuffed Nima to her seat in the plane.
"Fokker , huh?" Nima said. "I haven't seen one of these in a while."
Oscar did not say a word.
Nima looked at trash littering the floor.
"Boy, your pilot's a real slob." She said.
Oscar turned to Nima.
"Keep your mouth shut!"
Nima eyed a Mauser Model 1914 laying on the ground.
"Don't even think about it." Oscar warned. "Danny's...and it's jammed."
Yoder meanwhile, spotted a splattering of blood on a rock. Nearby, laid D-Caf's pilot cap.
"Oscar..." Yoder said. "I don't like what's going on here, man. D-Caf's gun's jammed, there's a blood trail over there, and he never leaves his cap on the ground. Never!"
"D-Caf is M.I.A." Oscar said.
"M.I.A.? M.I.A.!?" Yoder said, incredulously. "No way, man. He was supposed to stay with the plane. He's gotta be around here somewhere..."
Suddenly there was a muffled thud, and the ground trembled.
"Billy, you feel that?" Oscar asked.
"We've already lost Baltimore team, and, and, and-" Yoder said to himself.
"Billy!" Oscar shouted.
The ground trembled again.
"Look, we're not leaving without D-Caf!" Yoder said, oblivious to his surroundings. "I mean, we agreed, right!? Oh man, I will not let you turn this into Nicaragua all over again!"
"At ease!" Oscar ordered.
The ground trembled again.
"We've got a situation here!"
Gerry and Jess turned towards the jungle. Something big was heading towards them.
"Inside the plane, now!" Oscar ordered.
As Gerry and Jess ran for the plane, a pack of Compsognathus fled from the jungle.
Yoder jumped into the pilot's seat and started the engine.
Yoder had landed in a long clearing which was well suited as a makeshift landing strip.
Yoder turned the plane and began preparing for take-off.
As the plane headed down the clearing, the Tyrannosaur emerged from the jungle.
"Here we go!" Yoder said.
The Tyrannosaur roared at the plane and lumbered towards it.
"Get us out of here, Billy!" Oscar said.
"I'm trying! I'm trying!" Yoder said.
As the plane began to go airborne, the Tyrannosaur rammed into the tail.
The plane teetered from the impact, but Yoder was able to stabilize and escape the Tyrannosaur.
As the plane flew off, the Tyrannosaur let out another roar.