The Good Dinosaur

Synopsis: "The Good Dinosaur" asks the question: What if the asteroid that forever changed life on Earth missed the planet completely and giant dinosaurs never became extinct? In this epic journey into the world of dinosaurs, an Apatosaurus named Arlo makes an unlikely human friend. While traveling through a harsh and mysterious landscape, Arlo learns the power of confronting his fears and discovers what he is truly capable of.
Director(s): Peter Sohn
Production: Disney/Pixar
  Nominated for 1 Golden Globe. Another 7 wins & 39 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.7
Metacritic:
66
Rotten Tomatoes:
76%
PG
Year:
2015
93 min
$123,087,120
Website
4,692 Views


(WHOOSHING)

(CRASHING)

Overlord:
SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSSOSOSOSSOSOSOSOSOSO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(BAM)

Lythos:
Crush ALL!!!!!

Hydros:
Freeze ALLL!!!!!

Pyros:
Melt ALL!!!

Stratos:
Blow ALLL away!

Titans:
SOSOSOSOOSOSOOSOOSOSOOOSOSOOSOSOSOOSSOSOSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!

(A-Grade nuclear ballistic on EARTH and NOTHING)

(Million of Years Later)

(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

to see the beauty on the other side.

Wow.

POPPA:
I got a new job

for you tomorrow.

That is if you still

want to make your mark.

The dang wilderness critter's

coming over the fence, eating our food,

and I've had it up to my snout.

If this keeps up, we won't have

enough food to survive the winter.

That's why

you are gonna catch that critter.

Then along comes a critter...

(MUFFLED) And this is how

you're gonna finish the job.

(GULPS)

When that critter's taken care of,

you'll put your mark on the silo

right next to mine.

I'll take care of the critter, Poppa.

It won't stand a chance.

(BUZZING)

What are you doing, you bug?

Get out of here.

Huh! Move along, leaf. Move along.

(CLATTERING)

-(GROWLING)

-(GASPS)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

-(GROWLING INCOHERENTLY)

-(ARLO SHOUTING)

(GASPING NERVOUSLY)

You're dead, critter.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(PANTING)

Okay. You're free.

What are you doing? Just leave! Flee!

Stay back! Go! Whoa.

(SCREAMING)

Arlo!

Why'd you let it go?

It was biting, and coming at me,

and screeching, and...

You had a job to do.

You got to get over your fear, Arlo,

or you won't survive out here.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Come on.

We're gonna finish your job right now.

-Out there?

-Get over.

(RATTLING)

But, Poppa, what if we get lost?

As long as you can find the river,

you can find your way home.

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Bob Peterson

Robert Peterson is an American animator, screenwriter, storyboard supervisor and voice actor who works at Pixar. He was hired at Pixar by Roger Gould in 1994 as an animator for commercials, before subsequently becoming an animator on Toy Story. more…

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