The Good Dinosaur

(WHOOSHING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

MOMMA:
Henry, it's time.

Which one did you say moved?

The one on the left.

(BOTH GASP)

(COOING)

-Aw.

-Aw. (CHUCKLES)

You're a poppa.

You're a momma.

(POPPA CHUCKLING)

-Hmm?

-(LIBBY GIGGLES)

-(GASPS) You little sneak.

-(GIGGLES)

Hello, Libby.

-Libby.

-(COOING)

-(EGGS RUSTLING)

-(BOTH GASP)

(BOTH GASP)

Hmm?

Hello, Buck.

He's got your eyes.

(CHUCKLES) Get out of there,

you little prickle bush.

All right, this is gonna be a big one.

POPPA:
Hmm?

Hello, Arlo.

Come on out.

Look at you.

Buck!

Whoa!

That's Clawtooth Mountain.

And this is our farm.

And we're all gonna

take care of it together.

(BUCK GRUNTING)

-What?!

-(GIGGLING) Gotcha!

Libby! (GRUNTS)

LIBBY:
Ha-ha!

(LIBBY LAUGHING)

LIBBY:
Ooh!

Ha-ha. Gotcha back!

Momma, I'm done watering.

Good job, Libby.

Buck, get back to your chores.

-What?1

-Thanks, Buck.

But I... I...

(GROANS)

You're all set.

Can't I do something else, Momma?

Get going.

Okay.

Who is that?

Oh!

Hey, Eustice.

Aw, you stuck, little guy?

Let me get that for you. You're free.

Hello, move.

Go find your poppa and your...

(CLUCKING)

(WHISPERING) Momma!

-(SCREAMING)

-(CLUCKING)

(CLUCKS SCORNFULLY)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Whoa. The river's not something

-to mess around with there, Arlo.

-(PANTING)

Be careful. What's the problem?

Poppa, Henrietta is the worst one

in the coop!

Yesterday you said

Footless Fran was the worst.

(WHISPERING)

She's only got one foot.

You don't have to like 'em, Arlo.

You just have to feed 'em.

That should do it.

Now, this will keep them rotten

critters from stealing our food

because I made this

silo 100% critter-proof.

Put your mark on there,

Henry. You earned it.

Yeah, Poppa, do it! Come on! Yeah!

Only if your momma does it first.

If anyone's earned a mark around here,

it's her.

Did you just put your

mark higher than mine?

What? No. It's just the

angle you're looking at it.

The "angle," huh?

Ooh, ooh. Me too! Me, me, me! My turn!

My turn!

Now hold on. It's not that easy.

You've got to earn your

mark by doing something big.

For something bigger than yourself.

Someday you'll all make your mark

and I can't wait to see it.

That is how you clear a field.

Attaboy, Buck.

-(ARLO SCREAMING)

-(CLUCKING)

He'll figure it out. Be just fine.

POPPA:
Go on, Buck. You earned it.

Good job, son.

MOMMA:
You've got it, Libby!

Just a little bit more.

-POPPA:
Beautiful.

-You earned your mark, sweetheart.

(CLUCKING)

(ARLO SCREAMING)

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Arlo!

(SIGHS)

He'll get there.

(CLUCKING)

All right, you cluckers,

you're about to get fed.

-BUCK:
Arlo.

-Huh?

-Come here.

-Buck! What happened?

I came to help you with your chores.

(GASPS)

And then they attacked.

-You're gonna be okay.

-Tell Momma I love her.

I see a light.

I'll go get help!

-(CLUCKING)

-(YELLING)

(PANTING)

(LAUGHING)

Oh, you should see your face!

I should've known! (GRUNTS)

-Always got to mess me up.

-Me?

You mess up your chores

and everyone else's.

(ARLO GASPS)

-You're such a coward.

-POPPA:
Buck!

I ain't a coward.

And I'm gonna make my mark.

Just like you, and Libby, and everyone!

You will, darling.

You just need a little more time.

Forget it. I didn't even want

that dumb mark anyway.

I got an idea.

POPPA:
(WHISPERING)

Arlo. Arlo. Wake up.

Huh?

Come with me.

Uh...

-(OWL HOOTING IN THE DISTANCE)

-(GASPS)

-(WHISPERING) Where are we going?

-You'll see.

Okay, now take a walk out there.

-By myself?

-Go on.

-(INSECT CHIRPING)

-(GASPS)

(WHISPERING) Poppa. Poppa.

Calm down. Breathe.

Oh.

Sometimes you got to

get through your fear

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