Littlefoot looks for his writing tablet of stone.
LITTLEFOOT: Now where is that... oh! Hey, who moved my writing tablet way over here?
Chomper jumps in front of him than leaps out and roars.
LITTLEFOOT (deadpan): How are you doing, Chomper?
CHOMPER: Were you scared? Tell me honestly.
LITTLEFOOT: I was close to being scared that time.
CHOMPER: Oh! I’m going for fiercesome here, but I just don’t feel it. I think I’m just come off as annoying.