However, he is also the one who came up with the idea of murdering Littlefoot by throwing him from the great wall.

One of my least liked Strut scenes... I have no idea what happened there and I hate it when personal favorites of mine go wacky like that... Ozzy got to him apparently *shakes head*

She sounds like she would be fun to draw

Oh yeah, i remember the japan earthquake. My grandfather used to live in San Francisco, and he told me there would be earth tremors every so often. He was talking to someone on the phone and he felt a shake, and he asked his friend on the other line if he felt an earthquake, and the guy said yeah, and he was over a mile away


=Part Nine

The fast biters gnashed their teeth and hissed as they moved in closer, forcing the Gang into a tight circle. Littlefoot's mind was racing. How could they escape? These sharpteeth would surely snap them up if they moved to run past them. Petrie, clinging onto Littlefoot's neck, whispered in a thin, frightened voice.

“W-what we do, now? Littlefoot, you have plan?”

Before Littlefoot could answer, a dark shadow passed over the quarried Gang and their assailents and the next moment, both fast biters were knocked into the air by… Tria and Grandma Longneck!

“That’ll teach you to come near our young ones!” Grandma bellowed, louder than Littlefoot had ever heard her speak. Tria shook her frilled head after bashing into the lead fast biter.

“Don’t hurry back!” She called after the dazed sharpteeth as they crookedly got to their feet and hobbled quickly away.

“Grandma!” Littlefoot rushed to his grandmother. “You saved us! How did you know where we were?”

Grandma Longneck smiled. “We heard about fast biters getting into the Valley and Tria and I both decided to come and find you children before things got too messy.”

“And I’m glad we did,” Tria mused, nuzzling Cera. “Looks like we arrived in the nick of time.”

“Oh, yes, you did, you did. You saved-ed us, Tria and Mrs. Longneck, thank you so-so much!” Ducky laughed happily. Spike nodded in agreement.

“But where are the rest of the fast biters?” Cera asked. Tria looked in the direction the fast biters had run off in. She frowned.

“From the sound of things, I’d say that the rest of the grownups are driving them off, but this really isn’t the safest place for you children to be right now.”

Grandma nodded. “Come with us, children.” She turned to lead the way farther into the valley, away from danger. Littlefoot stayed close beside his grandmother. He needed to tell her what he had seen.

“Grandma, that earthshake weakened the Main Entrance Wall. That’s how the fast biters got in,”

Grandma Longneck didn’t answer right away, but when she did, she sounded terribly worried. “Oh, my. We had better call a meeting when this is over. If the earthshake was strong enough to collapse the Main Wall, then it would certainly have opened up new crevices for fast biters to come through.”
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Pterano harrumphed to suppress the urge to gripe about not flying well in a downpour. He had only said it five times already and Taylen had most likely heard him, even amid the loud smattering of liquid on hard stony ground of the cliff ranges they had just entered. At least we’re out of the grasslands now, he admitted sourly to himself.

The flyer and Egg-Stealer were on the road again and had been traveling through this deluge for at least an hour now. It could have been longer, but Pterano figured an hour seemed a reasonable estimate. It was possible they had been slowed down slightly by the limited visibility but they still had their sniffers to guide them, and Taylen’s sniffer was invaluable in that case.

The little Egg-Stealer kept close by the low-flying pterosaur, pale eyes squinted until they were almost shut and sniffer poised stock-straight ahead.

“Ahem, Mr. Pterano, sir?” Taylen spoke a little louder, hoping his voice would carry over. “Do you know when the sky-water will stop?”

Pterano chuckled bitterly. “When it stops, lad, when it stops. I’m sorry, but I don’t control the weather.”

Taylen sighed but continued on. He was steadily growing used to Pterano’s brusque temperament and sudden mood swings, like he wasn’t even sure about what state of mind he should be in. One minute he was cold and distant, and the next he could be gentle and open. The little dinosaur decided to stop thinking about the subject as it distracted his sniffer; not that there was much to sniff out in this inundation, anyway.

Pterano was starting to feel a little badly for being so disgruntled towards this youngster. He wasn’t used to traveling with one barely two cold times in age, but he knew that was hardly a reasonable excuse. It wasn’t like he meant to be ornery, but one had to understand his position: going back to the Great Valley after being sentenced to five cold times from the Great Valley was practically like signing any hope he had for the future away. Stay away? No problem, here I am again. Anyone miss me? Oh, what’s that? I’m not allowed back in? Funny… You say no more chances? Three strikes and you’re out? So long!

The flyer shook his head angrily. This wasn’t making him feel any better. Best not to think about it until we get there, remember? Just focus on getting the little one to his brothers in one piece. What happened to that? The sky-water wasn’t helping in the slightest, either. No matter what I do, something always goes wrong! Never once have I done anything right! Just once, can't someone see it from my point of view? Why I'm so diffident to return?!

Incensed, Pterano knew he couldn’t go on much longer in this fuming, distracted state. “Taylen!” Pterano blurted finally. “Hold up, lad, I need to… to stop.” He banked and landed on the ground, tottering slightly on the slick stone surface where he slumped onto his knees, breathing deeply, letting the sky-water course over his tired, frustrated body and trying to clear his jumbled, meaningless thoughts; trying not to scream in utter exasperation.

Taylen was immediately at the old flyer’s side. “Are you alright, sir?” he asked timidly, one claw reaching hesitantly outwards. “Do you need a break? That’s okay, I can – I can keep watch for you if you want to take a nap. I understand.” He rested the claw on Pterano’s shoulder, comfortingly, hoping the flyer wouldn’t smack it away.

“Is… is everything okay?” He asked again, quietly.

Pterano squeezed his eyes shut, halting the sudden flow of hot, hopeless tears. “I’m… fine,” he mumbled, just loud enough for his companion to hear.

A silence, punctuated only by Pterano’s choking breaths and the torrent still hailing from the sky without any sign of letting up, follwed. Taylen waited beside the flyer, claw still on his shoulder, nervously biting the edge of his beak. He knew something was wrong and he was also pretty sure Pterano was trying his hardest not to break down in front of him.

With that thought in mind, Taylen frowned, stepped in front of the flyer and awkwardly moved in for a hug. Pterano was caught completely off guard.

“What, what are you -?” He sniffled. Taylen didn’t answer; he just squeezed tighter.

“We all need hugs sometime,” the Egg-Stealer insisted, snout buried against Pterano’s neck ruff so his voice was slightly muffled. “–Even when we’re older; Mum told me that.”

Pterano, speechless, forgot his own grief upon witnessing this heartfelt gesture from the youngster. Hesitantly, he brought both arms up and placed them on Taylen’s back in a gentle return. The flyer could feel a small grin tugging at the corners of his beak and allowed it to remain. He had nothing to be angry about with this little one around. Taylen had the ability to put his misgivings to flight and he greatly appreciated that. It felt good to be hugged – Pterano had been hugged so infrequently during his life that this was a welcome respite.

At length, the sky-water ceased to fall and the two were left in the middle of a slick, craggy, cliffside path. Pterano registered the halt of the storm and slowly released the little Egg-Stealer.

“We’d best get a move on, then,” he remarked in a gentler tone. Taylen nodded, smiling.

“Do you feel better, sir? My Mum and Dad always said that a hug works best when someone’s down. Picks ëem right up, they said,” he nodded energetically, heartily agreeing with the principle. Pterano smiled and inclined his head in obligation.

“Yes, yes it did, lad. And I thank you for that. It… it helped, really it did.” He stood up then, wincing as his joints popped back into place after being in a squatting position for so long. The sky-water had cleared away the black clouds from before and left in its wake a crisp, clear midday. Pterano frowned at the position of the Bright Circle overhead and spread his wings.

“Come on, Taylen, we can’t rest yet I’m afraid; still have a ways to go.”

Taylen sighed, quickening his pace to match that of the flapping pterosaur over his head. “Yeah, I guess so. Sir?”

“Yes?” Pterano looked downwards.

“If… if you ever need another hug, just let me know, ëkay?” Taylen turned a cheerful, understanding grin in the big flyer’s direction.

Pterano thought his heart would melt as his reserve most certainly was. He nodded graciously and turned his head forwards again before Taylen could see him smile.

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Aw, Pterano... we all need a hug sometime, right? Taylen, you're such a sweetie!

Sorry for the lack of uploads  but my summer classes are almost over, so I promise to upload more when (I'm sane again) they end

Pterano: I'm not supposed to be here, but I chose to come back and warn you...

Or, she could have an older sister who was old enough to leave the nest before Cera and her other sisters were born .

That's kinda what i was thinking. Cera was just part of another brood. She might have already had  several older siblings...
I just wonder why they were never mentioned  
But still, the idea with Aunty cera being a term of endearment sounds good too, my question is, if she's not their aunt, and Topps isn't their grandpa, then who are the parents? Just random threehorns who stick their kids under the not-so-watchful-eye of a kid?

You would think The Great Valley was really based in San Francisco.

haha, ikr? , and the Great Earthshake in the first movie could be a direct reference to the Great Earthquake of 1906. Studied that in my class, what a disaster!

=Part Eight

Unbeknownst to the Great Valley inhabitants, the Rock Wall, which was used to block up the entrance to the Mysterious Beyond, had been severely weakened by the violent earthshake. In fact, it was already starting to slip from its foundation; not all at once, but pebbles and small rocks rolled down off the surface, followed by a large boulder, and then another and another. In a matter of minutes, a great deal of the wall had collapsed, leaving only the bare minimum on the ground left, averaging an alarming two feet in height.

This new occurance would not have been so bad if there hadn’t been a large pack of dull green fast biters stalking around the Valley’s borders. Not necessarily looking for a way to get inside, but just on the move. When the intoxicating smell of Leaf-Eater met their sniffers and overwhelmed their senses however, they made straight for the entryway, alert and hungry.

~

The first stop Littlefoot, Cera, Tria and Grandma Longneck made was Ducky's swimming hole. Mama Swimmer was already out, assessing the damage down around their cave and hole. She looked up at the approaching dinosaurs and smiled.

“Oh good, you're alright. Tyrone already went out with Topps and Mr. Longneck. I hope everyone else made it okay.”

Ducky, seeing her friends, skipped over. “I did not think an earthshake could get that big in the Great Valley, I thought we were safe here, yep, yep, yep.” She stated worriedly.

Littlefoot lowered his head for Ducky to climb on. “We are safe here, Ducky, but, well, things happen. Right Grandma?”

Grandma Longneck nodded. “Littlefoot, why don't you and the children go and play? The grownups will take care of this. Just promise me you'll stay close by.”

The children promised and, waiting while Spike lumbered to catch up with them, took off at a run to Petrie's nest. Littlefoot hoped that the flyers hadn't suffered much damage to their new home. Only a few days before, during the Days of Rising Waters, Mama Flyer was forced to evacuate her family from their old nest when running mud destroyed it. Petrie's new home was situated in a little cave at the top of a cliff, and the gang knew how reluctant the little flyer was at first to have to move, but now he was quite attached to the cave, and no one was sure how he or his family would handle another move in less than a week.

Upon reaching the cave, Petrie and his family were outside their nest, clearing the rock shelf off where they lived of small pebbles and rocks that had scattered across it. No one was hurt and nothing was damaged. Littlefoot sighed in relief.

Petrie flapped up to his friends and squawked, “You feel that big earthshake? And see big cloud of smoke? Petrie think it never end, but it did!” He waved his little wings wildly.

Cera snorted. “Well, of course we felt it Petrie, we all live in the valley, don't we?”

Littlefoot shot her a look, and then turned his attention to Mama Flyer. “Would you like any help, Mrs. Flyer?”

Mama Flyer shook her head. “No, no. We're fine, Littlefoot, thank you. Why don't you take Petrie out to play?”

Petrie whooped and flapped to land on Cera's back. “Maybe we go see who else need help. Where Chomper and Ruby?”

“We're going to check on them right n-” Littlefoot froze in mid-sentence as he turned to leave. Petrie's home faced the Great Wall, where the main entrance was to the Mysterious Beyond, but now, there was no wall! It must have collapsed after the earthshake. And as he watched, he noticed several fast biters leaping over the pitiful remains of the rock wall and enter into the Valley.

“Guys!” he shouted. “Fast biters are in the Valley! We have to warn the grownups!” He dashed back down the hill, calling out for his grandparents. “Fast biters in the Valley! Grandma, Grandpa! Help!”

Cera was at his heels, bewildered. “What's the matter, Littlefoot? What fast biters? I don't see anything.”

Littlefoot kept his eyes straight ahead as he answered. “ I saw them jump over the Rock Wall, and -”

“The Rock Wall?” Cera sputtered. “Littlefoot, no sharptooth, let alone a dinky fast biter, could cross over that Wall! It's too high!”

“It's not now,” Littlefoot argued. “The earthshake must have knocked it down, and we have to warn the grownups before too many get in!” He put on an extra burst of speed and the gang followed suit, passing confused herds out in the fields, cleaning up debris that had fallen. Littlefoot looked earnestly for his grandparents' faces. Where had Grandpa gone? Was Grandma still back at the swimmer's hole?

He was rewarded by the sight of his Grandfather, Topps, and Ducky's father, Tyrone, making their way towards them from the direction of the Fast Waters.

“Littlefoot, what is it?” Grandpa asked, concerned. Littlefoot and the gang skidded to a stop before they rammed into the grownups. Ducky, still riding atop Littlefoot's head, broke in to explain so Littlefoot and Cera could catch their breaths.

“Daddy, Littlefoot saw fast biters coming into the Valley, he did, he did,” she said to Tyrone. Before he or anyone could put a word in edgewise, all at once there came the sound of panicked screams and shouts of alarm.

Grandpa Longneck raised his head and squinted in the direction of the cries. “Oh no,” he breathed. “Children, get to safety. We'll handle this.”

The three grownups dashed over, running into several dinosaur sprinting from the opposite direction. Littlefoot could soon hear the awful screeching cries of the fast biters. He backed up, nodding at his friends. “Come on, guys,” he said, nodding towards the direction of their secret place. “Let's go!”

The gang followed him, all except Petrie, who flapped up into the air and cried, “Wait, what about Chomper and Ruby? Where- where are they?”

Littlefoot turned sharply and faced his friends. All around them, dinosaurs were either running towards the direction of the fast biters to force them out, while others retreated. The longneck dodged the running feet of various dinosaurs, but managed to take off in the direction of Ruby and Chomper's cave. “Follow me, guys!” he called.

Ironically, at that moment, a few fast biters appeared, leaping into the air, claws splayed and barking with glee at having found so bountiful a meal. The Gang screamed as one landed in front of them, saliva dripping from its open jaws. Behind him, Littlefoot saw another one land. They were trapped.

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Heh, next chapter will be up soon-ish, please don't kill me for leaving you hanging... *slinks away*
Oh, also, I gave Ducky's dad a name... Tyrone. Thought it was pretty cool, now I need a name for Mama Swimmer... I have one for Mama Flyer...

Fortune-Teller:... you will lead the herd off to their doom, you will kidnap a young swimmer... you will fail in your quest to find power...
Pterano: O_O I'm outta here

On TV: ...I've solved it, captain, the murderer is..... *screen goes blank*
Pterano: O_o...... NOOOOOOO!

Cera: *thinks* Ohno, he's got that look again, he's gonna tell one of his awful jokes, nononono!!

I've been thinking the same thing: if they did make another one, I think it should be THE final one, left with no strongs attached.
Idk about computer animation, but as Adder stated, relistic animation would be fine. I just think that since the original LBT started out as an animated feature, back before there were computers, then it would be nice if they finished it that way.

... AND THEY SHOULD BRING PTERANO BACK! Seriously, the guy's not even mentioned until the TV series, and he's onyl MENTIONED then! I think they should have five cold times pass, bring him back, and just, well... something should happen, maybe a huge final battelw tih Red-Claw. C'mon Chomper and Ruby, you're asupposed to be finding out about red-Claw, right? DO YOUR JOB!