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Gus snapped his fingers, took a deep breath, and planted his glowing thumb down on the patch of dirt. The patch sparkled and from out of it grew a sprout. Gus stood back as the sprout began to grow even taller. It soon morphed into a large and impressive tree.
Gus couldn't believe it. He had actually made something grow. Beaming, he watched as the branches grew leaves. And among the leaves grew apples. They grew large and juicy and Gus couldn't wait to pick them. His mouth watered as the fruit began to take color, the sparkle-like magic enhancing their growth.
Soon the tree slowed down and finally stopped. Gus, not wanting to wait a second longer, climbed up the tree and gathered as much apples as he could in his arms. But not before biting into one of the ripe pippins eagerly.
It was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten. The crisp, sweet fruit was like heaven in his mouth.
He finished his own apple, climbed down the tree and gathered an armful of the fruit. His new friends would really like these. Especially Spike.
When he got back to the others they were still feasting on the fallen leaves. But thanks to Gus the meal was even better.
The kids dove into the apples, which they called "Tree sweets", and Gus went back to the tree to gather more to put in his backpack.
Full to bursting with green food and apples, the five kids were ready to settle down for the night. That was good because the evening seemed to have come early, much to Gus's surprise.
Littlefoot had already offered a bunch of leaves to share with Cera but the young three-horn had refused. She tried to get her own green food by bashing her head against the base of a tree, but it didn't work. Littlefoot, not wanting to watch anymore, grabbed a mouthful of leaves and tossed them down at Cera. He did this when she wasn't looking of course, so as not to hurt her pride.
Gus rolled his eyes and shook his head as the young dinosaur munched greedily at the leaves, thinking that she had knocked them down herself. Littlefoot did the same with an audible sigh.
Turning away with her tail erect, Cera marched off by herself to find a suitable sleeping spot.
"I'm not afraid to be alone," she shouted. "I know my way to go. And I'm not afraid of Sharptooth!" she added slyly, "I hope he doesn't eat any of you."
The little group looked at each other anxiously.
"Don't worry," Littlefoot said shaking his head at the others. "There isn't any Sharptooth."
"I don't know," Gus said, looking around. "Cera seems like she is telling the truth, Littlefoot. What if he is..."
But Littlefoot shook his head again. "He's not alive. He's dead!"
But Ducky, Petrie and Spike were not taking that chance. The three of them moved over to where Cera was and snuggled up next to her.
This made Littlefoot feel a bit sad. Even Gus felt a little disappointed that the others would choose Cera over him and Littlefoot.
Feeling dejected, both boys found a place to sleep in the form of a large footprint near a fallen tree. Gus had retrieved his wagon, flopped it upside down, and placed his backpack between the wheels. He settled down next to Littlefoot and closed his eyes. He heard his friend let out one last sigh before falling asleep.
A few minutes later, deep into the night, the two loners were joined by Ducky. Then by Petrie and Spike. Both Littlefoot and Gus were glad of this.
Cera, after swallowing her pride and stubbornness, joined the others and snuggled next to them.
The six friends, cozy and warm, were fast asleep. Crickets played their songs as the night wore on.
But the next morning did not bring sunshine or good-feelings to the kids.
Instead, it brought something terrible.
The morning mist blanketed the barren land like a soft cloud that had descended upon the prehistoric earth. The sun was raising over the the horizon and the shadows were fading.
The children were still asleep in the footprint. The light of the morning had not woken any of them up yet.
But something had woken up Cera.
A ferocious growl had stirred her awake up almost immediately. She blinked and looked around to find the source of the sound. Gus had woken up with a start too. He rubbed his eyes of sleep and crawled over to the edge of the mound. Cera did the same. What they saw when they peeked over made both their eyes widen in terror.
It was Sharptooth. And he was very much alive.
"It can't be," whispered Gus as his body trembled.
Cera ducked down and crept over to Littlefoot. She nudged him to get him to wake up.
"Wake up," she whispered in shaking breath. "Wake up!"
Littlefoot, nudged by Cera's horn again, woke up and said loudly, "Hey, stop that! I want to sleep."
Cera shushed and him, trying to keep her friend quite, but Gus could already see that Sharptooth had been alerted by Littlefoot's yell.
"Guys, keep it down!" he whispered.
"It's Sharptooth." Cera whispered.
Having quite enough, Littlefoot began to shout. "Cera stop it!"
That loud outburst was enough to get Sharptooth's attention.
Gus, terrified, turned and yelled, "RUN!"
Cera screamed and that alerted the others to wake up fast. Petrie screamed and Ducky shrieked.
Sharptooth let out a terrible roar and charged, his red eye aglow with hatred.
Cera began running for her life, the other kids right on her tail. Gus was upon Littlefoot's back and was holding on for his life. He turned and saw the Tyrannosaur stomp down on the footprint where they had just slept. Gus knew he had forgotten his backpack and wagon, but there was no way he was going back for them now. Beside, Littlefoot had also forgotten his tree star.
The six kids ran down a narrow path that led to the wall of a nearby canyon. Sharptooth was keeping on them, swiping and roaring.
"That way through the rocks!" Littlefoot called out. "Hurry!"
He had spotted a hole among the rocks and quickly made for it, with Ducky and Spike close behind. Cera was already making her way through the hole. Spike then had gotten in front of Littlefoot and Gus and tried to go through the hole. But the spike-tail's girth was too big for it! Littlefoot rammed into Spike's backside, trying to push him through.
Gus spun round and screamed as Sharptooth lunged, ploughing right into them with his broad snout. The impact sent the six children right through the hole and out the other side. Screaming, they tumbled and fell down a hill, banging into each other as rocks and dirt washed over them.
Landing in a heap and covered in dust, the group got up and shook themselves off, dizzy from the fall.
Cera shook her head, glared back at Sharptooth, his muzzle was now stuck in the wall, and then turned to shout at Littlefoot and Gus.
"There! I told you Sharptooth was alive! You two nearly got us all killed!"
Gus dusted off the last bit of dirt from his clothes. Ducky and Spike as well as Petrie huddled together.
"I'm sorry," Littlefoot apologized. "But we're safe now."
"He's right," Gus said, coming to his friend's side. "We got away. So we should be safe."
Cera shook her head and retorted, "Nobody is safe with the two you!"
Littlefoot hung his head and Gus glared at Cera. They had made a mistake not believing her, sure. They both had. But that was no reason to make them feel bad about it in front of the others.
Littlefoot turned away from Cera as Gus looked around to see where they were.
More barren wasteland so far. But then he did a double-take and spotted a large rock that looked vaguely like...
"Look!"
Everyone looked to where Gus was pointing. Littlefoot's face lit-up as he gasped.
"Look! It's the rock that looks like a long-neck, just like my mother said!"
Gus cheered and whooped. "We're going the right way! The way to the Great Valley!"
This bit of good fortune was enough to get everyone moving again. But not before taking a short rest to compensate the rude wake-up call they had gotten from Sharptooth.
Gus took that time to go back to the footprint and see if anything had survived. Course, he did this when the Tyrannosaur was gone.
There was nothing left when he got there. His wagon had been completely crushed, flattened and now useless. His backpack was still intact so he took that. The apples inside though did not survive. And neither did Littlefoot's tree star, which was gone. It had been smashed into a million pieces.
Gus felt sorry for Littlefoot. His mother had given that to him and now it was nothing.
As the group trudged on they soon came to the mountains that were smoking.
Gus didn't like the look of them. The sky overhead was dark and the air smelled funny. Volcanic ash slowly came down from above like grayish snow.
Littlefoot nodded and said, "See? Those are the mountains that burn. We are going the right way to the Great Valley for sure."
While the others seemed to be full of hope, Cera looked like she was beginning to have her doubts. Was Littlefoot leading them the right way? Or the wrong way? Because as they walked, she would quickly trot forward and overtake Littlefoot and Gus, thus enabling her to appear as if she were the leader of the group, and not them.
Gus scowled at the young dinosaur when she had spotted a bunch of delicious-looking blossoms and had greedily gorged herself. She didn't even bother to share with the others.
The only good fortune that did come to the six kids was that Spike had dug through the crusted ground and had discovered an underground spring. They all took their fill of water and even had a chance to bathe in it to cool themselves off.
At last they had left the mountains behind. But now they were in a hot and sandy landscape.
Gus found that walking was really arduous. He had never had walk through something like this before in his life. Littlefoot, being a good friend, had let him ride upon his back. The young human was grateful because Spike already had Petrie and Ducky to carry so he didn't even bother asking for a lift. And there was no way he was going to ask Cera for a ride.
An hour later Spike suddenly became alert. He sniffed the air excitedly.
"He must smell food," said Ducky. "That's the only thing that would make him move so fast."
"Then lets go!" cried Cera.
The group followed eagerly after Spike. They soon climbed the rise of a hill and stared in wonder at what they saw. Down below was a small oasis with plenty of water. There was even some green food to go with it on the shore.
The only thing was that the oasis was already occupied.
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Note: The next scene will involve the oasis deleted scene from the original script.
