The Land Before Time V: The Mysterious Island

Millions of years ago,

the Earth was a very different place.

The great land masses were ever-moving and shifting.

And they were covered with exotic plants like nothing we've ever seen.

This mysterious alien world

was populated by the mightiest animals ever to walk the Earth.

The dinosaurs.

These awesome giants lived together

in an unforgiving, often violent circle of life.

Fighting for their share of what food the Earth had to offer.

And sometimes, becoming a meal themselves.

But in one wonderful place,

dinosaurs of many kinds had learned to live together in harmony.

The Great Valley.

Where there was plenty of food for all.

And peace reigned supreme.

Well, looks like there's only one tree star on the tree.

Yep, yep, yep.

The big question is, who gets it?

What do you mean?

It's my turn to get the first tree star of the day.

It may be the first one of the day,

but it's the last one on the tree.

That changes the rules.

Uh-uh.

I think it should go to,

say, the oldest.

But that's you.

I know.

I think it should go to the littlerest.

That is me.

Me no know about that.

Fair is fair. The tree star is mine.

Right, Spike?

Hey!

Spike! Stop it!

Nice try, Spike.

But Petrie get tree star first.

Oh! All of a sudden me not feel so hungry.

Hey! There it goes.

I got it! It's mine.

Look out!

Me got it. Wait, me...

Spike! Cut it out.

Hey, that tickles.

Morning, kids. Nice day for a tree star.

Morning, Mr. Clubtail. Glad you liked it.

You greedy old...

Cera!

I don't care! That tree star was ours.

You mean it was mine.

This never would have happened if you...

Children. Children!

Grandpa!

Now, what's all the fuss about?

It's no fair.

Everybody knows it was my turn to get the first tree star.

And today, there was only one.

Thanks to these guys, Mr. Clubtail got it.

Well, now, Littlefoot.

If there was only one and not enough to go around,

perhaps it's best that old Mr. Clubtail got it.

After all, he doesn't often get to enjoy treats from the top of the tree.

I imagine this was a very special morning for him.

I guess so.

And besides, there are plenty of tree stars to go around.

Thanks, Grandpa.

You're welcome, children.

There's really no need to argue over food.

Spike!

Here in the Great Valley, we have more than enough green food for us all.

Hmm.

Looks like we might be in for some sky water.

Oh, well! It just makes things grow.

Uh...

Oh, no! It can't be!

Swarming leaf-gobblers!

Swarming what?

Hey! Let me out of here.

Ow! Cera!

Do not do this.

I do not like swarming leaf-gobblers.

Oh! No, no, no.

When the Bright Circle rose today,

the Great Valley was a paradise.

And now, (SIGHING) the Great Night Circle looks down on a wasteland.

I'm afraid it could be a long time

before there's enough green food in our beloved valley to sustain us.

Much as I hate to agree with the long neck,

I must admit that he's right.

There's nothing left to eat.

Keep your voices down, please.

The children are sleeping.

We are faced with a difficult decision,

but one I think, we'll all agree, is necessary.

We must leave the Great Valley.

But where would we go?

Leave the Great Valley! Impossible.

We are protected here.

Beyond the mountain walls live sharpteeth.

Get hold of yourselves. Show some backbone.

My friends, we have lived in our valley so long

that we forget,

all of us survived in the outside world before coming here.

And we can do it again, if we must.

We can't leave the Great Valley.

Where would we go? Where would we live?

Probably join herds of our own kind somewhere.

I do not like this grownup idea.

Mmm-mmm.

Petrie no go. They can't make me.

I don't want to live with a bunch of Three-horns. They're too bossy.

Where would I ever find friends like you?

Then we're all agreed,

at first light, we leave the Great Valley.

Together.

Together!

Okay! Petrie go.

Uh-oh!

But first, Petrie need help.

And so the herds left the Great Valley,

and set out to find another land of plenty.

But though they marched day after day,

they could find no such fertile paradise.

Everywhere the swarming leaf-gobblers seemed to have preceded them.

And each day they grew hungrier,

thirstier,

and more discouraged.

Grandma, I'm hungry.

I know, Littlefoot. I am, too.

Don't look, dear.

Don't you see?

The duckbill was heading this way when it died.

There's obviously no food in that direction.

So, we must change our course.

Everyone knows how stupid duckbills are.

Hmph.

This poor fool probably wandered in circles for days.

And that's what will happen to us

if we don't keep going in a straight line.

Still, I think this way would be...

Listen, long neck. I, for one, am getting fed up with this,

"I'm taller so that makes me better than you," attitude of yours.

Your father can't talk to my Grandpa like that.

Whoa!

He can talk any way he wants.

Friends no fight. Petrie not like.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Can't tell me what to do.

Show you a thing...

Shh!

So that settles it. We're splitting up.

From now on, it's every herd for itself.

Get some sleep, you two.

We leave when the Bright Circle rises in the sky.

I will miss Littlefoot, Cera and Petrie.

Yep, yep. Yep.

Me no miss Ducky. Me no miss Spike neither.

Then maybe I will not miss you, either.

Hmm. Shh!

Nobody have to miss nobody. Littlefoot have plan. Come on.

Ducky! Spike!

Petrie! Petrie!

Littlefoot!

Littlefoot!

Cera!

This is so stupid! Why do we have to walk like this?

We want them to follow us, don't we?

So we gotta leave foot tracks.

Now, hurry up!