Author's Note: Thank you Sorna-Raptor, Matt, and Conner Elliott for your reviews! CGTiessen TF Story Maker thank you for the suggestion, but I've been writing fanfiction for a long time now and I know how much effort I want to put into stories. I have other projects that are more intensive, so I can only afford to give this some very basic editing.
Conner Elliott, you basically guessed the plot point of this chapter that I already had planned before I even saw your review lol.

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Chapter 6

Rexy

"This is fun. Didn't I tell you this would be fun?" Rodger said, his camera trained on Max. "Say cheese!"

Max pushed the camera away. "Dude, cut it out."

Rodger ignored him as the line started moving, with him walking backwards into the entrance arch with Tyrannosaurus Rex Kingdom across it. The drone of the announcer echoed over the crowd.

"Would you quit? We're going to miss it."

"Yeah sure. Wouldn't want you to miss meeting your girlfriend."

"You're not usually this giddy," Max snorted. "I would have expected that joke from Caruso. Maybe Buzz."

Rodger looked almost insulted but he rolled his eyes as they shuffled through the crowd, straining for a view. "Well maybe I am. Do you know how long I've wanted to come here?"

"Probably as soon as you knew it existed?"

Rodger grinned. He handed Max the camera. "Get a few pictures of me. For my mom."

"Sure thing, dude." Max took the camera and checked to make sure it was on.

"Then you can have a turn with your girlfriend."

A couple people nearby chuckled at the teenage boys arguing.

It was an innocuous enough joke but it still made Max a little nervous. Rodger was enjoying himself at least. He had been so tightly wound about coming up with more inventions, especially with Veloci getting more and more reckless with his environmental disasters and spills. Besides inventions, he was stressing about university applications and the whole team had noticed.

Which was kinda of ridiculous. Rodger had the best grades out of all of them. The guy was on track to be Valedictorian.

Max still trusted him not to push the joke too far. Rodger wasn't reckless.

Over the last few months, they had gotten pretty good at judging when it was okay to "slip up." Ms. Moynihan's rule was to never say anything suspicious but really who was going to think much about it?

"Fan of Rexy, eh?" a tourist said.

Max and Rodger startled a little.

Max grinned sheepishly. "Uh…well. T-rexes are my favorite." Well…that was a lame save.

"Mine too. I use to want to be a paleontologist when I was kid. Damian here ain't as interested." He ruffled the hair of the kid next to him. "Or impressed like kids used to be. It's good to see some kids get the wonder of this place."

The kid rolled his eyes. "We come here every year, Dad."

The dad sighed, not interested in the teenagers anymore as he and his son turned toward the glass as the faintest vibrations came through the floor and put Rodger and Max on alert so they barely heard the parting conversation.

"You know, when I was your age, dinosaurs weren't even…"

"Yeah yeah, Dad. I know. When you were a kid, dinosaurs didn't need to be clones. We get it, you're old."

"Crap. That was good."

Max and Rodger definitely didn't hear that kid's snark. They were too busy staring over the messy, sweating little heads of hair and bucket hats of cheering children.

"Oh wow…" Rodger never blinked as the t-rex walked across the glass in front of them. He had the wherewithal to lower his voice when he whispered. "She's huge. She's…she's bigger than you."

Max numbly nodded. He wasn't blinking either, too awed. The brown, yellow, and black skin had some in the way of markings, although the scarring was far more impressive.

He dragged his eyes down to read the plaque through the crowd of children.

"Apparently she's been around since they first tried opening the original park."

"Holy shit, she's like twenty years old!" Rodger glanced at Max again and whispered. "You're tiny."

It was true. Max could fit in the school hallway as a t-rex. He was 20 feet tall standing up. Balancing properly with his tail he dropped down to about 15 and could duck another five feet. It was hard to judge exacly, but "Rexy" was clearly larger.

Ms. Moynihan once mentioned that they were juveniles as dinosaurs, just as they were as human. So being smaller did make sense.

"Think she's a cougar?" Rodger mumbled nervously. He couldn't help it.

It was the stupidest joke, and he usually only would make jokes that dumb if he was really nervous. Max was right. Stupid teases were more Caruso's speed. What did Roger have to be nervous about though? They were safe. Right?

But it broke the spell and Max groaned, although he didn't look away as Rexy dipped down to attack the poor goat put out for the show.

"Ok, if you keep that joke up I'm going to do the same thing in the gyrospheres. I'm sure there's some stra…strictusaur—."

"Styracosaurus."

"No idea why I can't remember that," Max insisted. He shook his head. "Hey let's get your mom's picture."

Suddenly, the large t-rex stopped, pausing with the goat hanging out of her mouth and blood trickling down her jaw. Then she turned toward the crowd in the artificial log just as Max took the picture.

Cameras flashed as the tourist got some amazing head shots, but none of them saw the keeper high up in his safety cage freeze at the change in routine and reach for his radio.

Rexy never took much interest in the guests after she grew accustomed to them. In the early years there were a few incidents of her trying to attack guests, but that only led to better security.

Rodger nudged Max as he took the camera back. "Hey Max, your girlfriend's posing." Ok he was pushing the joke. Last one.

Max stared, frozen as the t-rex approached the window, her meal still in her mouth.

She peered into the crowd, a low rumbling vibrating the structure around them as the crowd cheered at the t-rex so close. Breath rattled the glass and the dinosaur huffed.

Rodger froze abruptly, the teasing jokes dying in his throat. He could hear the growling and some deep primal instinct told him to either run or fight.

"We should go…" Max muttered and Rodger was not about to argue for once.

They both backed up, running into people as the t-rex stared into the log.

"Wow look at that!" the dad from before laughed, waving at the massive animal.

Her roving eyes stopped. She was looking at them. At Max. She opened her mouth.

Children screamed and some people clapped their hands over their ears as Rexy roared at them. It was an angry roar. A territorial one.

She was confused, but she was also very sure she smelled a juvenile male rex in her territory and she was not happy about it, even if she couldn't see him. She wasn't opposed to cannibalism if he didn't leave. She smelled some larger prey that seemed more appetizing than the tiny thing she was fed and it reminded her of hunts long past, but it wasn't as important.

"Go. Go!" Max pushed Rodger. They both stumbled as the dinosaur slammed her massive head against the structure, goat blood streaking the glass.

The laughs some kids quickly turned to frightened screams as mothers grabbed their children. Of course, some people stayed, exhilarated by the action and thinking it was part of the show.

The boys weren't about to leave all the people there if something else happened, they just knew they were the cause and need to not be so close. So they ran. That was the right thing to do right? Get out and let Rexy chill? Right?

Neither of them were sure.

"U-uh. Folks, thanks for coming. We h-have feedings for Rexy every 2 hours. Please exit to your right. We're going to have to close this exhibit for…for scheduled maintenance. We'll be up and running as soon as possible. Have a Great-taceous day!"

The boys heard the worker's nervousness, but they were already out, beating the groaning and somewhat confused (or nervous) crowd.

"Was that supposed to happen?" a random dad asked his wife.

"Probably. Remember when we went to the zoo and that gorilla charged the glass."

"Yeah cuz you were making faces at it, honey."

Rodger and Max jogged for at least a few hundred feet, ignoring someone yelling at them not to run.

Rodger breathed heavily with his hands on his knees. "Man… did she….did she smell us?!"

"I…I dunno," Max said. "But when she growled. I wanted to-."

"What?! Max! I was joking with the girlfriend thing!"

"Shut up!" Max snapped. "Not that! I wanted to fight. I wanted to fight her, Rodge."

"Wait was that you or her growling? I just wanted to get the hell out of there."

"I don't know, man."

"That was weird."

Rodger hung his head and sucked in air, out of breath. "Shit."

Max shakily fumbled with his phone. "I don't have service."

"Are you kidding."

"What about you?"

"Of course I…" Rodger trailed off as he looked at his phone. "Well what about our watches."

"Left mine in my suitcase."

"Why?!"

"I dunno?! Where's yours?"

"I broke it on a mission the day before we left! I was supposed to work on it today."

"So you also left it in your suitcase."

"I have the excuse. It's broke. And what kind of remote island theme park doesn't have cell service?"

Max tried calling Ms. Moynihan but moving five feet didn't mean there was a better signal under one palm tree versus another. "The kind that wants you to pay an extra $20 for 'complimentary' wi-fi."

"Oh, that's bullshit…"