Littlefoot
Cera! it's you! What happened? Why are you so frightened?
Cera
Frightened? Me?
[laughs]
Cera
Why are you so frightened?
Littlefoot
We're not frightened... Are we?
Ducky
Nope, nope.
Cera
Well, you should be. I was going back to be with the other three-horns, but I chose to come back to warn you. I met the Sharptooth!
Petrie
[gasps, then screams]
Sharptooth! Ooh!
[jumps onto Littlefoot's head, frightened]
Littlefoot
Come on, Cera, Sharptooth is dead. He fell down into the big underground.
Cera
[in a deeper tone]
And that's... where he met me.
Ducky
Oh! Dear brave, Cera.
Petrie
[echoing]
Dear brave, Cera.
Cera
Yes. I am brave.
Littlefoot
[annoyed]
Sharptooth is dead!
Cera
My father told me that flatheads have very small brains.