(Here’s the next chapter, a teeny bit of plot development at the end..)
Chapter 20: Chomper and Rory’s Unexcellent Adventure
“I’m gonna beat you!” Chomper called to Littlefoot, the two tyrannosaurs were having a little race. “Don’t count your hatchlings before they hatch Chomper,” Littlefoot chuckled back. They both saw the makeshift finish line a short distance ahead. The two charged, then jumped for the ending. After rolling around, they both shared a laugh. “Who won?” Chomper asked with a dizzy smile. “I don’t know….maybe one of the multiples of you Chomper,” Littlefoot replied, his vision briefly messed off. Next to Ruby, Chomper liked hanging with Littlefoot the most. In the previous reality, Littlefoot and Chomper were pretty much brothers who weren’t related, as they always were there to support each other. In this reality, due to both being rexes now, some people who didn’t know them kept assuming they were. Chomper noticed Littlefoot kept looking around. “What are you looking for Littlefoot?” he asked. “Well, actually…” Littlefoot began to reply, when suddenly, he said, “There they are!”
3 more sharpteeth came walking up. Two grownups and one Littlefoot-aged kid. “Dad! Mom! Shorty! Great to see ya!” Littlefoot called. Chomper smiled. “Oh good, his family visited again,” he thought. “But wait..” Chomper looked at Littlefoot. “But didn’t your mom…” “Huh?” said Littlefoot. “Never mind,” replied Chomper. (Author’s explanation. In this reality, Littlefoot’s mom never died. The reason Bron (Wh will be called Tyran), Shorty, and Littlefoot’s mom (who will be called Saura), don’t live in the valley is because they preferred to travel, but Littlefoot didn’t want his grandparents to be lonely, so he voluntarily stayed in the GV.) “Great to see you’ve been doing well son,” Tyran smiled. “Same here,” replied Littlefoot. “How you been Shorty?” the sharptoot asked. “Just fine,” replied Shorty. In this reality, Shorty was still a bit of a braggart, and his attitude still had its problems. Saura gave a smile. “Tell him Shorty..” she said. “Mom…” Shorty replied in nervous embarrassment. “Seems Shorty likes a sharptooth he met on our travels.” Littlefoot laughed, but only lightly. “It’s not embarrassing Shorty,” he said. “There’s a girl…I kinda like…too,” Littlefoot explained. “What’s her name?” “I’ll tell you if you tell me,” Shorty replied.
Littlefoot sighed. “Ok, her name is..” the brothers said at the same time. “Ali.” Suddnely, both sharpteeth’s eyes widened. “Did you just say…” Littlefoot began. “You know her?” Shorty replied. “But I…” Littlefoot gasped. Chomper laughed a little, he knew what was happening. “I’ll see you around,” Chomper called, walking off. “Take care Chomper,” Tyran said. Chomper grew to like Littlefoot’s brother and father in the past reality, even though his experience with Shorty was a little uneasy. (see the episode, “The Big Longneck Test.”) Chomper wondered what to do next. He remembered that Ruby, Cera, Spike, and Ducky were busy in another part of the Great Valley trying to find medicinal plants that Mr. Belly Dragger mentioned would help heal Guido and Petrie faster. “What to do…” he sighed. He felt like taking a nice, calm, walk. “A quick stroll around the Mysterious Beyond wouldn’t hurt,” Chomper thought, walking towards the valley’s exit. He waved the belly dragger herd, who was doing the hunting that day.
The part of the Mysterious Beyond just outside the GV was unusually peaceful, maybe because leafeaters never dared to walk this close to the predators. It was a perfect place to go for peace and quiet. Chomper just smiled as he walked around. “Oh dang, I feel it again,” he mentally complained. There was something stuck between his teeth since breakfast, and he just couldn’t get it out. It was really annoying him. As he kept moving, he sniffed the air. “Hmm…a threehorn..” he commented. He took another sniff and realized, “No way,” he laughed in flattooth. He folled the trail where he eventually caught up to a familiar face. “Rory!” he smiled. “Huh, AGH! A SHARPTOOTH!” the threehorn screamed, but then he saw Chomper’s face. “Phew, oh Chomper, it’s just you,” he said in great relief.
“What are you doing here Rory?” Chomper asked curious. “I thought you would know it’s dangerous for you to get this close to the Great Valley.” “I know,” Rory nodded. “But Redfoot asked me to do a favor.” “Redfoot?” Chomper asked. “Yeah, this big longneck with a scar from his left eye to the bottom of his left foot.” “I would’ve guessed,” Chomper whispered in reply. “Anyways, I’m surprised I was let out of the valley, my parents grounded me a few days ago.” Rory explained. “But Redfoot came to me with a favor: He wanted me to find something: this weird, rare, black flower.” Chomper thought about it. “It’s probably just a rare food for you leafeaters that he thinks is very good,” Chomper said. He hadn’t seen Redclaw/foot since he made his wish, so he didn’t know what his personality was like. “So, Redfoot told me the directions, and here I am now,” the threehorn concluded.
Chomper smiled at his friend. “I got plenty of spare time, I’ll help you find them,” the sharptooth grinned. “You’d do that for me? Thanks,” replied Rory. “Hey, what are sharpt…I mean friends for?” Chomper said. They gave a nod to each other. “Well, let’s go,” Rory said.
(At this point, Chomper and Rory would sing Adventuring, but you probably don’t want to hear that song any more times then you already have in the TV series.)
Chomper was still fiddling with the bit of food stuck in his teeth. “Darn it,” he muttered. “What is it Chomper?” Rory asked. “Oh, just something that got stuck between my teeth at breakfast,” Chomper explained. Rory looked creeped out by that comment. “Don’t tell me…you ate…” he said, aware of what the answer would be. “Yeah,” Chomper replied with a monotone sigh. “You know that….” “I know Chomper,” replied Rory. “When me, Greg, Rita, and Myra saw you again a while ago, we all thought you were a completely good sharptooth who never ate meat and didn’t hang out with other sharpteeth for a brief moment, but your friend, whatever you call him, soon showed up and proved us wrong, I guess.” The friends kept talking while they walked. “Not every sharptooth is mean Rory,” Chomper explained. “It’s just…instinct. Sort of like how all of your kind only eats green food.”
“Not all sharpteeth are mean, most of the ones in the Valley are pretty cool, it’s just that, well…” “I know, I know,” Rory replied. “But despite our dietary differences, we can still get along, right Chomper?” Rory commented. Chomper smiled, and remembering his own words from a long time ago “You are what you are, and I am what I am. We can’t change that, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.” “That’s right,” Rory replied. The two were able to concentrate on the adventure again. “How close are we to those plants Rory?” Chomper asked. “If I remember Redfoot’s instructions clearly, not too far now,” the threehorn responded. The two kept going, doing the occasional bit of small talk, until they came up to a raging river. “Oh great, the plants are on the other side of this,” Rory complained. Chomper looked down the river, and saw some logs rolling downstream. “I got an idea,” he grinned.
“Don’t tell me…” Rory gulped. In both realities, Rory had a fear of fast-moving water. “If we time it right, we can just jump onto the logs, and make it across, I mean the river’s not that wide,” Chomper explained. Rory clearly had a look suggestion “I don’t wanna do this,” but he knew he had to complete his take. “Just follow my lead,” Chomper said. Chomper waited a few seconds, jumped to one of the logs, caught his balance, then made it to the other side. “Come on, you can do it,” the sharptooth encouraged. Rory looked at the water for a few moments, then nodded “OK.” Rory took a few steps back, and then the threehorn made a charge towards the gap and jumped onto the log. He made it onto the log, however, since he was a 4-legged dino, he was unable to retain his balance when it rolled forward! “Help!” Rory called to Chomper. Chomper panicked, he had to do something.
“Hang on! I’ll find something!” Chomper called to his friend. Chomper looked around the immediate area. “Come on, come on,” he thought. Suddenly he saw a tree right by the river with several vines hanging off it. “Score.” Chomper said, ripping one of the vines off. “GRAB ON!” Since threehorns didn’t have hands, Rory had to grab it by placing his two front feet together. “Got it!” he gasped, briefly going under the water and coming back up. Chomper summoned all of his sharptooth strength to pull his friend up. As he got closer and closer to saving the day, he noticed that the vine was starting to break. “Just a few more seconds…” he thought nervously. Rory’s front feet managed to touch the ground again. “I gotcha,” Chomper sighed, lifting him out of the water completely. They deep many deep relieved breaths. “Thanks Chomper,” Rory panted. “Don’t mention it,” replied Chomper. “Now let’s go find those plants,” he smiled.
They eventually found the field with the black flowers. “How many do you need?” Chomper asked. “Well, Redfoot said about 10 would be necessary,” Rory replied. “Ok,” Chomper smiled, and went to grab some. “Just wait a second,” Rory advised. “Redfoot instructed me to make sure to not ingest any of them,” he said. “Don’t think I would eat these” Chomper laughed, picking up the plants. He gave Rory the plants. “Thanks buddy, I know the way back from here,” Rory smiled. “See you around!” Chomper called. Chomper jumped across another log and ran back to the Great Valley, getting some insects as a little snack. He went to see how Littlefoot was doing with the whole Shorty issue. “Oh hello Chomper,” Ducky called from the waterhole. “Hi Ducky,” Chomper replied.
Meanwhile, Rory had made it back to the leafeater valley. “Finally, I thought this job be never done,” he huffed in accomplishment. Rory’s father came by. He knew that Rory was asked to do a favor, so he temporarily allowed him to be un-grounded for the day. “But you know what happens when you’re all done with this,” he reminded his son, even though Rory didn’t need the reminder. “I know dad,” Rory replied, walking over to Redfoot’s cave. When he got there, the big longneck was waiting. “Here’s those flowers you wanted sir,” said Rory, who was carrying them on his back. “Thank, you may go now,” Redfoot replied. “Sure, whatever,” Rory said, and walked off. As he was leaving, Redfoot looked down at the plants and smiled.
“All according to plan….all according to plan…”
(Hope ya liked it. R and R please. )
Next on TLBT: Sharptooth Valley: A two-parter dealing with ChomperxRuby, Littlefoot(or Shorty)xAli, and maybe another pairing or two.