My Pet Dinosaur Page #4

Hi, Jennifer.

Look, can we chat later?

Ah, I gotta go.

I want that room of yours spotless.

Magnus.

Are you kidding me?

Michael Emory.

This house looks like a crime scene.

Where are we going?

They took that thing,

those fishermen caught. Why?

That's what I want to know.

Dad.

Stay in the car.

Dr. Tansy.

You appear to be lost.

Can I help you with something?

Colonel, I think we had a little

miscommunication back there.

I'm gonna need that specimen.

Specimen?

Sorry, doctor.

You'll have to be little more specific.

Under the EPA Act of 1994,

I have sole authority...

Doctor, I'm aware of your credentials.

The military will be more than

happy to cooperate

with all official requests.

With all due respect, colonel,

this is an official request.

Now, I'd appreciate it

if you'd hand over that specimen.

You take care now, doctor.

I'd hate to see anything happen to you.

Or your lovely daughter.

Brightwood can be a funny place.

Looks like a storm's coming, Fred.

What was all that about?

- Dad?

- Give me your phone.

Why?

Abbie, phone.

Dad!

Abigail, you promise me that you

will leave your locations services on

and have your phone with you at all time.

Dad!

Abbie, promise me!

Okay, okay, I promise.

Dad, seriously, what's going on?

I don't know.

I know one thing.

That sure as hell wasn't a catfish.

Food rewards or vocal commands

such as "good boy."

Show your pet your...

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

Whoa!

Hi Jake, what's up?

- Where's your video?

- Uh, camera's dead.

Look, we're going back to the forest.

You've gotta come with us.

Stay!

Okay, okay. Dude, chill.

Charles, I gotta go.

Oh, no.

Um, hi.

Hey.

Hey.

So, the science project

with the weird sludge stuff.

No, I can't.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What was that?

What was what?

Uh, the huge crash that just

came from your house?

Uh, nothing.

Gotta go. Bye!

Jake?

Hello?

Jake?

What are you doing here?

What's going on?

You have to swear not to tell.

Tell what?

Just swear.

- Listen, I...

- Swear!

Okay, I swear.

Shh.

It's okay, he wont hurt you.

Whoa. What is it?

Here's the thing...

You know the little science experiment?

I was doing the chemical analysis stuff

and well...

something happened.

Something happened?

You mean him?

We gotta show my dad.

- No, no, no, way!

- Jake!

You can't. No one can know about it.

They'll take him away

and they'll do tests on him.

But you don't know what it is.

It might be dangerous.

Look at him.

Does he look dangerous?

He is kinda cute.

Well, little guy...

Looks like you just became

our research project.

Officer Farraday 107 to dispatch.

Go ahead, 107.

On site, responding to 459a.

Damaged warehouses,

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