Toy Story That Time Forgot Page #2

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- You're a bruiser, aren't ya, lad?

Prehistoric buildings, dinosaur cars,

whatever that thing's meant to be.

What is it?

The Triassic Tower of the Dream Elders

through which distant beings

convey cosmic wisdom

from another dimension.

Ah, at our house, Bonnie just yells

across the room in a funny voice.

And here, the Volcano Command Base.

My domain.

Everyone needs an apartment

shaped like their own head.

Battle well, brother.

With strength and honor.

Pricklepants is right.

You just need to be the Battlesaur.

Your Prickly-pants is a wise prophet.

Battle is everything to us.

Our survival.

Our legacy.

From a kingdom long ago.

An enigma wrapped in mystery

We've battled every foe

Since before the dawn of history

History

Battlesaurs Battlesaurs

Battlesaurs

You even have a theme song?

You seem to have everything.

You are a puzzle, Trixie.

Well, technically,

I'm a poseable action figure.

Now tell me more of your world.

Oh, it's nothing like this.

I'll bet you have

the most amazing play times.

Play times?

I do not understand.

Oh, you know, play.

When you give yourself over to a kid.

Giving is surrender.

A Battlesaur would never surrender.

Ooh.

So serious.

Trixie, you cause me

to question all that I know.

Time for battle! Time for battle!

Time for battle! Time for battle!

Oh, what's that?

The great Dream Elder beckons us,

to the Arena of Woe.

Okay.

Reptillus! Reptillus!

Yay, love you!

Well, this seems festive.

Let the battle begin.

Get on up there.

Sock Ape! Pengo! Fauntleroy!

Oh, this'll be good. I'll do a jab,

then you pretend to attack me, then...

You guys are so jumpy.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Why are you doing this?

It's doomsday.

Hey!

- Trixie?

- Trixie?

- What?

- Trixie, the Battlesaurs are not playing.

They've never been played with.

They don't even know they're toys!

Incredible, isn't it?

No!

You got a crayon?

Buzz-Buzz-Buzz Lightyear

to the rescue!

Blast.

- Back off, you...

- What?

You bully!

Curse! Release the Goliathon.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh!

Cough up my friends, you, you...

As I suspected.

She bears the mark of obedience.

What? This?

I thought I knew you.

I was thinking the same thing.

She is an enemy to the tribe.

Ray-Gon. The Supplicator.

The Supplicator?

Hardly a suitable nomenclature.

I will not stand for this sort of abuse.

Rex, have you completely lost it?

I'm sorry. I can't control myself.

There is no escape,

Trixie of the Bonn-Ye tribe.

Bonnie!

- Run, Trixie!

- Get Bonnie!

Reptillus. Stop her.

Huh?

What?

Hmm! Robot. Obey.

Oh! Ah! Oh!

Ew!

- Rex.

- Rex.

I can't help it!

- Woody.

- What?

Hey! Hey, that's Mason and Bonnie.

Oh, I get it.

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