Hi, guys! I’m creating this thread because I’ve built up a collection of several LBT books that apparently haven’t been seen by a lot of people on this forum. I figured I should take photos of them to make an archive of sorts here!

I’m going to start with the LBT 3D Adventure comic book since it was the first one I could find. (I bought the others as a kid, so they’ve already ended up being stored away, but I’ll dig them up again when I have the chance.) The really interesting thing about this book is that it’s an original story! It was published in 1996, around the same time Journey Through the Mists was released—there’s actually an ad for that movie inside the front cover. The writers had a pretty good grasp on the Gang, because their interactions are really reminiscent of the early LBT movies. There are a couple weird inconsistencies here and there, though. (Ducky’s mom is now her aunt?)

If you’re having a had time figuring out the text or pictures on any of these pages, just let me know and I’ll explain. I did my best to use editing to make the 3D effects less obnoxious—really wish this could’ve just been a regular comic book—but I know some pictures turned out better than others. So yeah, if there’s anything you’re having trouble understanding, let me know and I can explain it.

Hi everyone! I joined back in 2020, but a lot of people have come and gone around here since the last time I was very active. I figured it couldn't hurt to reintroduce myself. I first got into LBT when I was really little, and my love of it has survived into the present. My favorite movie from the series is The Stone of Cold Fire for its sci-fi theme! I've been a big fan of the Rainbow Faces ever since I was a little kid, hence my username.

Aside from LBT, I enjoy a lot of other animated movies/cartoons (DuckTales 2017 is my current favorite). I really enjoy making fanart for the various shows I'm into, and every now and then I also write fanfics that I usually don't finish. See you around the forum! I might no longer be the excessively hyper fangirl I was when I originally joined, but don't get me wrong, I still love it around here!

What's this?? A late-night fanfic post? Never let it be said that I don't meet deadlines, folks, even if it's just barely. Here's my part of the summer fanfic challenge! The prompt was, "Write a spiritual story involving any Gang member and a deceased member of his/her family." I'm embarrassed at how short this really is given all the time it's taken me to submit it, but I kept wanting to edit stuff. I've never really written anything like this before, and I wanted to make sure I hit the right mood. Of course, it's still possible that it's off, but hopefully this at least isn't terrible. Let me know what you guys think!

I've also finished up some of the recent obligations that made my activity here take a nosedive, so hopefully I'll be around more often again! I have to admit this site redesign isn't my favorite, though...the text seems tinier than ever and is already giving me major eye strain. Guess that's what the zoom button is for, though. Hopefully, I'll adjust.

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Life is not a game, my friend, for losing or for winning…

The Rainbow Faces’ words weighed on Littlefoot’s mind as he trotted down the moonlit hill with his friends. Their adventure over the past few days had taught the young longneck many things, among them the beauty of not knowing everything, leaving mysteries left unsolved. He still didn’t know who the rainbow faces were or why they had come. He had never discovered what made the supposed “stone of cold fire” different than any other flying rock. And that was okay.

And when you think you’ve reached the end, it’s only the beginning…

But those cryptic parting words from the Rainbow Faces refused to leave Littlefoot alone. Something about them sent a chill down his back, and his throat had gone dry as he stared back at their messengers, unable to come up with any response other than a gulp and a shaken gaze. He was sure there was more to those words, and he rummaged through his mind over and over, hoping to come up with a breakthrough. Unfortunately, however, the elusive answers kept taunting the boy, dancing out of reach on the edge of his thoughts like the stars glistening far away in the vast sky above.

“Littlefoot, are you okay?”

Cera’s harsh tone snapped Littlefoot out of his thoughtful trance. He was brought back into the moment as he stared, blank-faced, at her confused expression. Behind her, the rest of the gang eyed Littlefoot uncertainly as well.

“Did you not hear your grandparents calling you?” Ducky piped up.

“Yeah,” Petrie added, pointing off to the right, “me thought your nest over way there. Why you go other way?”

“Uh,” Littlefoot mumbled, “I wasn’t paying attention, I’m really, um…tired.”

Guilt streaked across his mind as he told this fib, but at the same time, the longneck wasn’t sure this was something he wanted to share. Maybe he was just being silly.

“Um, good night,” he said, turning towards his nest as he began walking again. “See you guys tomorrow.”

The others returned Littlefoot’s words, though they exchanged some skeptical glances and shrugs once he was out of sight. By morning, however, new shenanigans would be on their minds, and this incident would be written off as nothing more than a lapse of weariness.

Littlefoot yawned as he made his way across the tall grass. He couldn’t deny that he was tired. Maybe he’d be able to solve his mystery in the morning, when he was well-rested.

“Littlefoot…”

Littlefoot stopped in his tracks. He could have sworn he heard someone say his name. Perhaps he was more tired than he had thought?

“Littlefoot.”

That time, there was no mistaking it. The longneck took a few hurried steps backwards in response to the peculiar whisper. It didn’t sound like anyone he knew. Weirder yet, it was so muffled and strained that he couldn’t tell if it was adult or child, male or female.

“Uh…who’s there?” Littlefoot asked timidly. “Where—where are you?” He began tiptoeing through the grass, scanning all directions within his vision in search of the voice.

“Here, Littlefoot,” cooed the voice from off to his left. It sounded more concrete this time, and the boy could tell it was female, though he still couldn’t distinguish who it was. Puzzled, he kept walking in the direction the sound had come from.

What he found waiting for him was a shock.

A blue glow flickered out from between the long blades of grass. Littlefoot’s initial thoughts were of Night Flowers, since he’d never seen anything else comparable to such a thing before. However, as he got closer, he realized he was looking at something else, and he gasped. Bathing the longneck in brilliant sapphire light, a fragment of cratered stone lay on the ground.

A fragment of the Stone.

It must have gotten blasted into the valley after the explosion on Threehorn Peak, Littlefoot realized. But how was it glowing? How was it speaking? It was just an ordinary rock all along…

Unless it wasn’t.

A message. Littlefoot’s heart nearly thumped right into his throat as he recalled what the Rainbow Faces had said of the Stone before. A message from beyond the Mysterious Beyond.

“Littlefoot.”

The voice shattered Littlefoot’s thoughts when he heard it again. Now that he was this close, it was as tangible as if its owner was standing right in front of him, and this time, he instantly could recognize who it was.

“Mother?” Littlefoot blurted in a shaky breath. He hardly dared believe what he was hearing, but his mouth went dry just the same.

“Hello, Littlefoot,” his mother’s voice replied. He could tell that she was smiling, hear it in the warmth of her tone.

Overcome with a knot of emotions, Littlefoot said nothing, but his eyes were big and fragile as he stepped closer to the fragment, as he laid his paw on it…

In an instant, the valley around Littlefoot vanished into darkness. It was as if he had gone blind. With a whimper of fear, the boy instinctively wilted against the ground, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Don’t be frightened,” his mother’s voice cooed.

Shaking with fear, Littlefoot opened his eyes, and he was relieved to see that lights were coming into focus around him. The darkness had brightened enough to give way to a deep indigo sky, illuminated further by stars winking out of the expanse. Standing up, Littlefoot craned his neck around to take the scene in. Wherever he was, there were far more stars here than he had ever seen from the valley. More unusual yet, what appeared to be some kind of wispy clouds drifted past, spreading their pastel shades of pink and yellow across the sky.

Littlefoot tore his gaze away from the wondrous sight overhead to see what the ground looked like—and that was when he realized there was none. He was standing in the open air, suspended above more stars and clouds.

“Aaaaahhh!” Littlefoot screamed, curling up in fright once again. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs as he gasped for breath, panicked.

“Shhhhh…” his mother’s soft voice whispered reassuringly, right beside his ear.

Littlefoot’s eyes flew open as he expected to see his mother standing right next to him, but there was no one there. “M-Mother, where are you?” the longneck stammered.

“I’m right here with you,” her voice said patiently. “Some things, you see with your eyes…”

“…others, you see with your heart,” the two longnecks said in unison, Littlefoot’s voice coming out in an astonished squeak.

More than ever, thought Littlefoot, he could tell how true this was. The more he listened to his mother’s voice, the more he could feel her presence, though he couldn’t see her physical form. He didn’t know how, but he could sense that she was walking around him to stand in front of him. He felt her kind eyes smiling down at him.

“But how are you here?” Littlefoot asked, wide-eyed. “Where is this? What is this?”

“You’ll find out someday,” Littlefoot’s mother said. “You cannot know too much yet, and I don’t have much time to stay. This journey was very difficult to make.”

Littlefoot took that in. “Why did you come?” he asked. “I mean, I’m so glad you came! But why?”

She replied with a gentle laugh. “I wanted to tell you how proud I am,” she told him. “You’ve grown to be such a strong, smart boy.”

Littlefoot opened and closed his mouth twice before finally managing to say, “Thanks,” though he wished he had more words.

“But most importantly, you’re so kind,” said his mother. “More so than I ever would have thought to hope for.”

“Really?” Littlefoot muttered, bashful.

“Yes,” his mother replied. “Littlefoot…I made mistakes in my time on earth.”

Littlefoot could feel that she had broken her eye contact with him, and his heart saddened. “What do you mean?”

“Just because life is a certain way does not always mean that’s how it should be,” she answered. “But I assumed that was the case. I saw that the different herds never came together, and I thought that was how things were meant to be.” She paused. “And that was what I taught you. That was my reply when you asked why threehorns and longnecks couldn’t play together.”

Littlefoot’s face trembled as he heard her let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry,” said Littlefoot’s mother.

“Mother,” Littlefoot blurted, though he wasn’t sure what he could say. “It’s… it’s okay.” He added, “Threehorns and longnecks—we do play together now. All the time!”

His mother laughed softly. “I know you do.”

“I-I wish you could meet my friends,” Littlefoot told her. “They’re the greatest. Even though we’re all different. That’s one of the best things about them! Petrie always flies up and helps us see things, and Ducky, she can swim—”

“Yes, they’re all wonderful,” Littlefoot’s mother warmly agreed. “I see you playing with them every day. And that’s when I’m proudest of you. You’re still a little one, but you always saw something that I couldn’t understand even as an adult.”

A lump of emotion seemed to be growing in Littlefoot’s throat, and he gulped it down, not wanting to cry.

“I’ve always remembered you,” Littlefoot said. “All these years—you were in my heart.”

“As I promised I would be,” his mother’s voice responded. “And that’s where I’ll stay, always.”

Misty-eyed, Littlefoot smiled and nodded.

“You spread friendship between different kinds everywhere you go,” his mother told him. “You show others kindness, bring them together, help them to share. Why, even sharpteeth are among your friends.”

Littlefoot smiled. “Chomper’s one of the nicest dinosaurs I’ve ever met.”

“Your heart knows no bounds,” Littlefoot’s mother continued. “I can’t say enough how proud I am. Carry that loving spirit with you always, my darling. You have done great things for your world, and you’re destined for greater things yet.”

“Really?” Littlefoot tilted his head, astonished. “What kind of things?” But as soon as he sensed his mother grinning in amusement, he had the feeling he wasn’t getting an answer.

“I should have known you would ask,” his mother’s voice laughed. “But that’s for you to find out later.”

“Oh,” said Littlefoot. “Well…that’s okay. I understand.”

“All I can say is that your acceptance will do great things,” Littlefoot’s mother said. “That is the gift you were given. That is what I wanted to tell you. Use it well.”

“I will,” Littlefoot breathed, awestruck. But an emptiness was starting to descend upon him, and he soon realized why. “Mother?” he blurted. “Are you—are you leaving?”

“I’m afraid our connection is beginning to fade,” his mother responded. “I have to leave very soon. It is time for you to return the Great Valley—”

“But I don’t want to go,” Littlefoot protested.

“I’m sorry,” his mother’s voice replied in a pained whisper. “You must, sweet Littlefoot.”

Her presence was slipping away, and a cold sensation was coming over Littlefoot’s body as she faded.

“No!” Littlefoot cried. “Don’t leave, Mother!”

A fierce rush of wind blew in, loud and threatening.

Littlefoot shuddered, but he was determined to stand his ground. “I-I can’t leave you again!” he screamed. Panting desperately, he cried, “I’m going to stay here with you! Mother! I won’t go!”

But then the longneck noticed that the stars had shrank to red pinpricks of light against a jet-black darkness. The pastel clouds had been swept out of sight, and the roar of the wind was growing louder.

“Littlefoot!” his mother shouted.

As the wind gained strength, Littlefoot could feel the air pushing him forward. “Mother! Help!” he screamed. “MOTHER!”

“Littlefoot, calm down!” his mother’s voice shouted over the chaos.

Littlefoot pressed himself against the invisible ground and put his paws over his ears, desperate to stay strong against the deafening wind. Still, the wind was able to push him, and he didn’t know how long he could resist its force.

“Shhh,” his mother whispered, just as she had when he got upset as a baby and needed calming down. “Shhhh…”

With his eyes shut tight, Littlefoot took breaths in and out.

“Shhhhhh…”

Littlefoot felt himself come to a stop as the roar of the wind gradually quieted. Still taking deep breaths, he opened his eyes again, and he found that the night sky around him was luminous and calm once again.

“Mother—what was that?” he panted, still recovering.

“Losing your grasp on the concrete world is dangerous,” Littlefoot’s mother said. “That is why you can’t stay here too long. We’ll meet again, I promise. But only when the moment is right.”

Littlefoot choked back a sob and nodded in firm determination.

“There are many more adventures waiting to be had,” his mother said. “The world needs someone like you. Full of acceptance. Full of the courage to spread it.”

Littlefoot smiled, though a sniffle escaped, and whispered, “I love you, Mother.”

He felt a sensation of weightlessness as the warmth of his mother’s unseen eyes passed over him again.

“I love you, too, dearest Littlefoot,” her voice cooed.

As he felt a warm, soft sensation caress his nose, Littlefoot’s breath caught in his throat. Tears sparkled in the young one’s eyes as he recalled the tender gesture he didn’t know he could still remember: the gentle lick of his mother’s tongue.

He closed his eyes, letting bittersweet tears seep out of them.

“Littlefoot…”

On the edge of his consciousness, the longneck could hear a male voice saying his name.

“Littlefoot—Littlefoot!”

Littlefoot opened his eyes, but the rush of nausea that immediately hit him prevented him from seeing a thing. Everything around him blurred together, and there was a light in the corner of his eye that appeared to be growing larger, threatening to blind him.

“He’s waking up!”

“Thank goodness—I’m coming with the pill.”

“Hurry, he might be slipping away again.”

Littlefoot felt someone shove something into his mouth, and he gagged and swallowed the bitter-tasting object. Immediately, his wooziness vanished, and he sat up, breathing rapidly.

The male Rainbow Face jumped back as Littlefoot’s head nearly hit him right in the beak. “Phew…he’s fine. That did just the trick.”

“He’s very lucky,” said the female, standing to Littlefoot’s side.

“You guys again?” Littlefoot gasped. Then he noticed his surroundings, and his mouth fell open.

This place was like nothing he had ever seen before. The best guess he had was that he was in some sort of cave, but whatever this place was made of was much smoother and shinier than any cave he had ever seen. He and the Rainbow Faces were inside a silver dome, with brightly glowing orbs hanging from the ceiling. The ground was impossibly smooth, and the thing the longneck was sitting on was a weird, flat, rectangular surface.

“Whoa,” Littlefoot gasped. “Where are we?”

“We’ll explain everything soon,” the female Rainbow Face quickly replied, “just hold still a moment.” She picked up an odd, rounded, hollow thing from the floor and shoved it onto Littlefoot’s head.

“But wait, I—” Littlefoot’s sentence was interrupted when an overwhelming wave of tiredness hit him. “I…”

He could hear part of the Rainbow Faces’ conversation before he fell asleep.

“Is it right to make him forget?”

“Whoever sent him that message couldn’t have been aware how risky it was. There was more going on here than even we could have realized. We have no choice.”

“But what if the message reached him for a reason? We’re dealing with a realm whose ways we don’t even fully know. Rather than erasing fate, perhaps we could…”

That was the last thing Littlefoot heard before he blacked out.

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Curled up in his sleeping spot, the young longneck was greeted by the warmth of the Bright Circle, welcoming him to another new day. Littlefoot stretched and yawned, smiling as he opened his eyes. His first thought was of the wonderful dream he’d had last night. It was one he knew he would remember forever.

I've had the idea for this story in my head for literally ages (dating back to my big Guido phase several years ago), and recently I finally started working on it. I had been thinking I'd save it for a fanfic prompt somewhere down the line...but meh, I don't want to wait that long. It's a story centering around everyone's favorite glider, with some self-discovery/coming-of-age happenings planned--yes, Guido's mysterious origins are about to come into focus! Here goes the first chapter...

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The crisp, cool breeze wafting through the Great Valley made tree stars twirl through the air and trees dance in the wind. Everything seemed to be lighter than air today – including the little green dinosaur who was soaring through the clouds.

“I can’t believe it!” Guido exclaimed to himself as the wind whipped through his feathers. “All this flight practice has really paid off – I’ve never gotten this high up before!” He laughed happily. “Plus, I’m not even scared!”

But then he made the mistake of looking down at the valley below him, at the dinosaurs who seemed no bigger than ants, and he gulped.

“Yikes!” he cried, closing his eyes. As he took a deep breath, he shakily muttered, “Alright, one triumph at a time…”

BAM!

“WHOA!” he shouted when the unseen force smacked into him. Shaking the dizziness from his head, he woozily muttered, “Okay: flying with my eyes closed, bad idea…”

Then his eyes came into focus. Whatever else he had been about to say took flight from his mind as he laid eyes on something he had thought impossible. With wide eyes, he gasped.

There, right in front of him, was a creature with his broad wings, his long tail, even his covering of feathers. He and she were the same, two-of-a-kind. The only major differences between them were her bluer plumage, her longer head feathers, and her shorter stature.

As she up floated alongside him, she quickly smiled. “Hi there! Nice day for a little flight out, right?”

“Y-y-you…” Guido stammered, his mouth unable to keep up with the rush of thoughts that were flooding his mind right then. “You’re…just like me!” he finally blurted. “This is, a-ah, I-I don’t believe it! I always thought, I mean, u-uh…oh boy!”

“I know,” the other creature laughed, looking at Guido a little uncertainly. “Low air pressure takes a toll sometimes, doesn't it?”

Too busy with his nervous yammering to realize that she thought he was just losing his mind, Guido rambled, “Thi-This is such a surprise, I can’t even think straight! I mean – oh my gosh, I’m so dizzy right now, I-I feel like I’m falling –”

“You are falling!” the other creature exclaimed, astonished at his cluelessness.

“What?” Guido whipped his head back, and that was when he realized that the valley appeared to be growing larger and larger. Worse yet, the wind screamed in his ears as he plunged through the clouds.

“HELP!” he shrieked, frantically flailing his arms in a desperate effort to right himself again, while the only effect it had was to make him look even more ridiculous.

“Hey, don’t panic!” his companion tried to reassure him as she continued to soar at his side. “You see that tree down there, right?”

Guido forced himself to look at the ground, which he found was rushing at him even more quickly that before. Quickly turning away again, he yelped, “W-What tree??! There’s a ton of trees!”

“The tree that you’re about to get flattened on if you don’t stop freaking out and get a grip!” the girl laughed. “Come on, this is basic flight.”

“But I-I’ve only been flying about a few days!”

“Oh!” the girl exclaimed, shocked. “Now I see why you’re panicked! Just listen, then – grab the tip of that big leaf and use it to slingshot yourself around, alright? GO!”

“Wait, what??!” Guido shrieked, but she was already swooping away to the ground.

It was a good thing that adrenaline had taken full hold of him, or there was no way Guido would have been able to even process, let alone pull off, the girl’s advice. Hollering in pure terror as he took hold of the largest leaf on the tree he’d been about to smack into, he gripped it with all his might and swung himself in a circle at breakneck speed. Letting go once he’d whipped all the way around, he launched back towards the sky, doing a series of clumsy flips through the air before his wings opened with a sudden POOF!

Breathing in and out rapidly, Guido saw that the girl was waiting for him on the ground below, and he managed to veer towards her. But after all he had been through only in the last minute or so, he felt as if his brain had been shattered by an earthshake. That was why, after tumbling onto the grass, Guido promptly fainted.

Not long afterward, he was awakened by a frigid SPLOOSH!

Coughing, spluttering, and soaking wet as he came to, Guido realized the girl was setting him down on the banks of the fast water, having just dunked him in.

“So, now that you’re awake: question. How in the world are you a windrider who only just learned to fly?!” the girl inquired.

Guido blinked. “I’m a windrider?”

The girl spread out her arms in disbelief. “What is with you?? It’s like you were born yesterday!” She didn't sound irritated so much as dumbfounded.

“I-I’m sorry,” Guido said. “Really sorry, it’s just – I don’t remember anything about where I came from, a-and hardly anything about who I am! And, I mean, I’ve been that way all my life! Or at least, all my life as far as I can remember…” He scratched his head. “Oh – uh, I guess I should mention my name’s Guido.”

“Zephyr,” the girl introduced herself, extending her hand to him.

After Guido placed his hand in hers, the energy in Zephyr’s handshake made it clear that she was a powerhouse. Guido’s hand, in contrast, had no choice but to remain passive and limp while it was taken along for this ride, seeming just as awkward as its owner.

“Well, get ready for some life-changing news,” Zephyr declared in a tone that dripped with feigned drama. “Just like every other windrider there is, you had to have come from Windrider Valley!”

“Windrider Valley…” Guido repeated. “We have a whole valley?!” he gasped in amazement.

“Mmm-hmm,” Zephyr confirmed. “Don’t be too impressed, though. I was actually just leaving – I can tell you that, now that I know you aren’t some scout my parents sent or something.”

“You left?” Guido asked. “But – why? All I ever wanted was to find someone out there like me, who could understand me – and you had a whole valley of them, but you left?”

“Hey, just ‘cause you’re the same species as somebody sure doesn’t mean they understand you!” protested Zephyr. “Once you enter your teens, they expect you to jump on board with all their silly coming-of-age traditions – and I’ve had it.”

“That’s it?” Guido asked. “W-Well – traditions don’t scare me,” he announced. “I’m going to Windrider Valley!” he cried joyfully. He tried to thrust his fist into the air to make his point, but he ended up banging his knuckle against the branch above him instead. “Ow…!”

Zephyr stifled a laugh. “Are you okay?”

Guido flushed red as he held his sore hand in his mouth. “Yeah…I-I’m fine.”

Zephyr shook her head. “Oh, man, they’re gonna eat you alive…”

“I don’t care! Now that I know they’re out there, I can’t just not go!” Guido insisted. “Unless – unless you literally meant that about the eating, that they would literally, actually eat me. I’d care about that…”

“Of course not,” giggled Zephyr. “So, what do you want, directions?”

“Yeah, yeah, definitely!” Guido shouted.

“Fine, then,” Zephyr agreed, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you. The second you set wing in that place, they’ll want you to –”

“Found you!” a voice called from behind the two windriders.

Zephyr suddenly jerked back, and Guido turned around, too, as a windrider larger than both of them landed on the ground, stirring up a rush of air as he brought in his navy-blue wings. He raised his eyebrows as his gaze fell on Zephyr.

“Hey, Eddy,” Zephyr quickly greeted him, immediately putting on a casual attitude that would have had Guido convinced. “What's up?”

“Zephyr…” the larger glider scolded, shaking his head as if he was talking to an amusing little kid.

“What’s the matter? A girl can’t go out for a nice, long flight on a sunny day?” Zephyr asked defensively.

“You’re not fooling anyone, little sis,” lectured Eddy. “Your rebelliousness was never a secret.” His eyes fell on Guido next. “Who’s your partner-in-crime?”

“Okay, I’m being honest this time – he wasn’t with me,” explained Zephyr. “We just sort of – BOOM! – ran into each other, you know?” She smacked her hands together to illustrate.

“Yeah, really!” Guido added, rushing forward. Then, in one breath and lots of excited hand motions, he blurted, “Hey – my name’s Guido, I’ve been wandering around on my own all my life, I had no idea what I even was until now, and I really-really-really want to meet the rest of my kind!”

“Whoa,” Eddy said, frowning in amusement at Guido’s motormouth, “hold on a moment. What are you trying to say?”

“I want to go to Windrider Valley!!” Guido cried, practically diving at Eddy in his excitement.

Zephyr made a dismayed face.

Eddy chuckled. “Good news, then – you have to!”

“Alright!” Guido whooped, jumping for joy. But then he suddenly stopped as he fully absorbed the sentence. “Say what, now?”

“Windrider Valley is home to the only windrider colony in the world,” Eddy explained. “It’s the perfect place for us – that is why it’s called Windrider Valley. Come on, it’s time to take off!” He began nudging Guido and Zephyr forward, towards the wind, then set about unfolding his sister’s wings.

Zephyr quickly pulled away. “Alright already. If you’re going to make me go home, at least let me open my own wings.”

“Fine,” Eddy nonchalantly agreed, rolling his eyes as he moved to help Guido instead.

“But – wait! I didn’t really mean leave right this second!” Guido protested. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye to Petrie!” he yelped. There was nothing he could do, however, as his wings caught the wind, and the group was off. “Aw…”

For a minute, there was no sound but the wind whistling by as the windriders soared towards the horizon. Guido felt too awkward to know what to say, Zephyr was too annoyed to speak, and Eddy had been born a flier of few words.
However, it was Eddy who finally broke the silence.

“So…” he wondered, sounding puzzled, “what’s a Petrie?”

Hope you're having a great 28th birthday, Amaranthine!

I accidentally got this funny shot when I was trying to get a screencap for an award banner, and it was just begging to be posted here! Have fun!

Alright, here's the shortfic I whipped up for July's "Alternatives" prompt:


I was on the hunt, and I was loving it.

Okay, I was just joking around. This was no real hunt. But this weirdo I was chasing sure was acting like it was one, and I was going to milk the game for as long as I could. It’s not every day you get to have this kind of fun, after all. Especially with a guy who just gave you a very unpleasant wake-up call. The flatttooth, who I might add was no featherweight, had nearly sat on me. I might’ve been resting under a pretty large shrub, but come on, not paying attention to where you sit down in the Mysterious Beyond is a fantastic way to get yourself eaten. It was for this flattooth’s own good—not to mention my own entertainment—that he needed to learn a lesson about that. The next time he almost squished something, it might not be as friendly as me.

I screeched at the flattooth, baring my pointed teeth.

“EEEEEK!” he shrieked.

Wow. That shriek was higher than a newborn hatchling’s.

In another second, the guy turned around and began to flee. Now, this was going to be fun. I might have been past my prime, but I could still run as fast as anybody. Let alone this poor klutz, who was bumping into stuff left and right as I pursued him. I knew the forest. He didn’t. It gave me an advantage, but I paused now and then just to let him think he had a chance of getting ahead. The wind rushed in my ears, and the trees and bushes melted into an exhilarating blur, everything whooshing past me.

There was something invigorating about a chase. Most creatures I encountered, even the largest ones—especially the largest ones—had always run from me. It used to bother me when I was a kid, but I learned to have fun with it soon enough. It was some kind of power when you thought about it, really. Though I must say that I never fully understood it. It wasn’t as if I was venomous, and I’d never thought of myself as particularly fierce. I seldom hurt a fly.

Soon, the flattooth I was chasing tripped over a particularly large root in his way and was thrown to the ground. I stopped in my tracks, hesitating for a moment. He wasn’t injured, but he looked downright horrified, cowering against the dirt. Was it time to have mercy on him and give the game up?

Nah, I couldn’t resist. He'd gotten his chance to run away, but he kept sitting there whimpering. With a shrill cry, I raced towards him and leapt into the air, coming down onto his back. The squeal that came from him was priceless.

Truthfully, I was amazed this poor fool had survived to adulthood in the first place. Yes, he was an adult, believe it or not. I wouldn’t have pulled this on some kid. In fact, I helped out a group of lost kids before. Had a little fun jumping out at them first, but then I showed them there was no reason to be scared of me, and they let me help them out. Good bunch of kids. I wouldn’t mind crossing paths with them again, honestly. See, I’m a nice guy.

But nice guys can have a sense of humor, too.

“Help—HELP!” the flattooth screeched. “Oh, no—oh, man, he’s biting me! HELP! HELP!”

Oh, for the love of skywater. I was not biting him. I just pulled out a couple of feathers. And he was in no danger of running out of those, trust me. He’d been shedding them nonstop during the chase, so much so that I was still trying to get some bits of down that had hit me in the face out of my mouth. Was that this creature’s defense mechanism: gag the predator with feathers? Evolution must not have been so kind to this poor guy.

“Stop! Go away! Please!” the dinosaur cried as I grinned down at him. “No! No! HELP!”

“Wild Arms!”

Etta descended from the trees above her friend, coming to a landing beside him with an amused smirk on her face.

“Settle down, why don’t ya?” she chuckled, picking up the creature that stood on top of him. “It’s just a tickly fuzzy!”

“B-B-But…” Wild Arms sobbed, “but…I don’t like tickly fuzzies! And it was going after me, I’m telling you!”

“Come on, now,” sighed Etta, rolling her eyes, “don’t be such a scaredy-egg. Why, it’s just a harmless little critter.” She scratched the fuzzy gray rodent under the chin. “I’m sure it was just trying to play with you.”

As Etta glanced down at the little creature, she thought for a moment that it winked at her.

But then, of course, she realized she must have imagined it.


Yeah, it wasn't much, but there you go. Let me know if (and at what point of the story) you predicted who the "hunter" was.

DUCKY!!!!!

The way you play this game is one person posts a line from an LBT song, and the next poster has to find another LBT song line that rhymes--but it can't be from the same song! So, for example...

First player: When I wake up, first thing I do...
Second player: He wants to have threehorn soup, or Littlefoot stew.

For every rhyme you complete, you also have to post a line for the next person to rhyme with (doesn't have to rhyme with the last two). Try to stick with lines that are simple enough to find a rhyme for, of course...we don't want to make this game impossible, now!

To start you guys off: Me no see why we can't be the best friends by and by...

I think we've all had 'em. You know, those moments when you spent years thinking a character's name was something it wasn't, or you misheard some dialogue in a way that made no sense, or you thought a character was the opposite gender they actually were, etc. (Yeah, I just discovered I wasn't the only one who thought Tippy was a girl.)
In the original movie, when Ducky said, "Lots of things cannot fly. Rocks...trees...sticks...Spike," I was 100% sure she said, "Rocks...trees...sticks...bikes."

Similarly, when Hyp told his flunkies to "get in there and help, you creeps," I thought he said, "you crates."

I also remember that I kept hearing Dil's name as "Gil" and thinking she was male because of it.

In LBT VII, I had Rinkus and Sierra's names confused for years, and after I finally realized my mistake, a friend who also watched LBT informed me he had thought the same thing! As he explained it, "Rinkus sounds more evil!" That was pretty much my rationale, too, not realizing they were named for their species the first time I saw the movie. Clearly, the more threatening name belonged on the hotheaded psycho, right? It didn't help that I thought Sierra was exclusively a girl name IRL--though I knew both characters were guys, I thought the more feminine name should be on the pink character. An internet search has since shown me that Sierra is a gender-neutral name, though I found it was within the top 100 girls' names in 2000, the year LBT VII came out, while not even penetrating the top 1000 for boys, so no wonder I was confused. Couldn't they have named him "Dactyl" or something, instead?

Oh yeah, and one more thing I recall was when Cera asked Pterano, "What are you doing here??" and he said, "Migrating, like the others out there in the field," his accent made little-me hear his first word as, "My greetings." Heh...I thought, okay, he's going around greeting everybody in the valley, he's trying to convince them he's friendly. The only thing weirder than the misunderstandings little kids can take from something is the way they manage to rationalize those mix-ups!

So, what kind of LBT misunderstandings did the rest of you have when you were younger?