Chomper: Oh no! There’s a flying rock coming down on us! It’s gonna obliterate the whole valley and throw up a cloud of dust that’ll cover the Bright Circle and cause an endless cold time that will wipe out all life on Earth! And then it’s gonnaó
*BONK!*
Littlefoot (*runs over*): Hey, Chomper, have you seen our rock? We were playing catch, and Cera hit it really hard, and thenóoh...sorry.

Chomper:
