(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNIFFING)
Dino, for the last time, you gotta look where you're going.
Go easy on him, Bamm-Bamm.
You know Dino's brain can't handle more than one sense at a time.
Everything else shuts off when he's following his scent.
Yeah, but we've been hiking up Mount Cragsworth all morning,
and we haven't found a sign of the...
Of the, uh...
-What's it called again? -The unobtainadon.
And it's an extremely rare dinosaur.
It's not supposed to be easy to find.
Yeah, but how do we know this dinosaur even exists?
I mean, nobody's ever seen it before.
(SNIFFS, BARKING)
Great. His brain's overloaded again.
Guess I'll have to reset him. Stand back!
Hold on. I think he smells the unobtainadon!
-Is he close, boy? -(CONTINUES BARKING)
In that tree? The unobtainadon is in that tree?
Dino?
Okay, now I think he actually is overloaded.
We'll fix him later. Come on, before the unobtain-whatever gets away!
(CREAKS, THUDS)
(RUSTLING)
(WHISPERING) Something's definitely in that tree.
This is so exciting.
We're actually going to see an unobtainadon!
Hey, Wicky.
(SQUAWKS) Yes, Pebbles?
Get ready to update the entry on the unobtainadon.
Yeah. You want to change the "never before seen" part
to "once before seen by Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm who saw it."
You got it.
But maybe not that exact wording.
Okay, here we go. On three.
-(WHIRRING) -One, two, three--
Guess I can just leave the unobtainadon entry how it is.
You guys need anything else from me?
-One last question. What is that? -(RUMBLING)
(RUMBLING)
That is a two-part answer. The first part is...
Run!
(CRASHES)
(PANTING) Okay, what's the second part?
It's called "rock racing."
(CLEARS THROAT)
Rock racing is a type of competitive racing
where dinosaurs ride boulders downhill
to see who can reach the bottom first.
Most races are run by rival rock racer clubs or crews
to determine which group is the "baddest" in the Crags.
Rock racing can be extremely dangerous
to those who lose focus even for a second.
For example, take this rock racer right here.
(SIGHS) Well, it was a living.
(GROANS)
(YELPS)
Rock racing. Be focused. Got it.
(BOTH SHOUTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BOTH GASP, SCREAM)
-(SHRIEKS) -Whoops. Sorry.
How do you steer this thing?
I don't know, but we better figure it out quick.
(BOTH SCREAM)
(BAMM-BAMM GROANS)
Oh, my gosh. That was crazy!
We could have been crushed!
Yeah. Rock racing is...
-Awesome! -(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Lookie-lookie. What do we have here?
Looks like we caught a couple of boulder thieves.
Who, us? We're not thieves.
Bamm-Bamm won't even take offense without asking for permission first.
Should I be insulted by that?
Then how do you explain that?
That rock there's Jojo's ride.
And I think we caught you two trying to steal it.
We're not boulder thieves.
We were looking for the unobtainadon.
It's an extremely rare dinosaur that--
Then how come I see you and I see Jojo's ride,
but I don't see Jojo?
-(RUSTLING) -Here I am. Hi.
(BOTH SIGH)
(WHISPERING)
Is that so?
Oh, I see. Interesting.
(SNAPS FINGERS) Grab 'em, boys.
We're taking 'em back to the garage.
So, Jojo told me
how you came flying out of nowhere during the race.
How you landed on a boulder mid-roll.
And I gotta say, I'm impressed.
-Nipsy don't impress easy. -BOTH: "Nipsy"?
Sounds like you got some quick reflexes
and the guts to back 'em up.
Which is exactly what we look for in a rock racer.
So, how's about it? You wanna join our crew?
What happens if we refuse?
(LAUGHS) Well, let's just say
-(APES GROWLING) -...that unobtainadon won't be the only dinosaur around here
that's hard to find. (GROWLING)
Wait. Do you think we're dinosaurs?
(LAUGHS) We're not dinosaurs.
-You're not? -No, we're cave people.
But she's a dinosaur, right?
Me? No. I'm a girl person.
-Why would you think I was a dinosaur? -I don't know.
I thought you're like some kind of messed-up, new dinosaur.
-Yeah, that's what I thought. -Huh. Go figure.
In any event,
-you wanna join our crew or not? -(APES GROWLING)
Yeah, sure! Rock racing is awesome!
Well, okay then.
Welcome aboard.
-(GASPS) Whoa! -(EXCLAIMS) What?
That level there is Nipsy's room. And that one's mine.
But this level is the heart of the operation,
where we keep our boulders ready to race.
We also soup 'em up. Check out these mods.
We got rocks with racing stripes,
-rocks with underglow... -(BUZZING)
...rocks with spinner hubcaps and spoilers.
Eh, the rocks with spoilers
don't roll so good, to be honest.
But you gotta admit, they look pretty cool.
And here's the dino responsible.
This is Skutter, our mechanic.
Skutter, this is Bamm-Bamm.
He's gonna work with you in the pit crew.
Wait. What? I thought I was gonna be a rock racer.
Here's the thing.
We only got one spot on the roster for a new racer,
and we chose Pebbles.
What? No. Come on.
Between the two of us, I'm clearly more of the natural athlete.
(CRASHING)
See? Pebbles, tell them they got it wrong. We should switch.
Bamm-Bamm, stop.
Rock racing clearly isn't about strength.
Don't worry. He'll love the pit crew.
But I'm agile, too.
Cheer up, kid.
Those rock jockeys might get all the fun,
but they couldn't race without the pit crew.
Oh. Because we fix up the boulders?
What? No. They're just rocks. What would you fix?
I mean, they literally couldn't race
because we carry the rocks over.
(CHALK SQUEAKING)
Reverse. All fours. Handstand.
(GRUNTING)
(SIGHS)
(ALL GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(APES LAUGHING)
(GRUNTING)
(EXCLAIMING) Ha!
See? I can rock ride just as good as anybo--
(EXCLAIMING) No, no, no, no, no! (GROANS)
(MUFFLED) Little help?
Today is the big race.
-You ready? -Do boulders roll downhill?
(LAUGHING) Attagirl.
See ya at the starting line, kid.
She's so trusting.
She doesn't even suspect.
What'd I tell ya? I knew the second I saw her, she was the perfect patsy.
All we gotta do is hang back at the start of the race,
and let Pebbles take the lead.
Then Skutter flips the trail markers,
and she follows 'em, just like we taught her,
leading all the other racers off-course, right off a cliff.
With all the competition gone,
we can roll across the finish line
at our leisure.
The baddest crew in the Crags.
(BOTH SNICKERING)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING) Pebbles! Pebbles! There you are.
Listen, you can't race.
What? Why not?
I overheard Jojo and Nipsy talking.
They're gonna sabotage you.
We need to get out of here. Let's go!
Hold on a second. I know what's going on here.
-You're jealous. -What? No. No, I'm not.
You are. I knew it.
You're jealous that I'm a rock racer,
and you're just a boulder boy.
Hey, we're called the pit crew.
And you rock jockeys would be nowhere without us.
Uh-huh. That's what I thought.
Racers, to your marks.
I can't talk anymore. The race is about to start.
Fine, I am jealous.
But you still shouldn't race. Pebbles, please.
On your mark, get set...
(SQUAWKS) Roll!
Pebbles, wait!
(BOTH SNICKERING)
Aw, man, what am I supposed to do?
(WHIMPERING)
Dino! Wake up!
-(BARKING) -All right, I hope that stupor got you rested up.
Because I need you to run like you've never run before!
(ALL GRUNTING)
(LAUGHS)
(BARKING)
Come on, Dino, faster!
(BARKING)
(DINO SCREECHING)
-(GASPS) -Go! Go!
(WHOOSHING)
(BOTH YELL)
(DINOSAURS EXCLAIMING)
(DINOSAURS SCREAMING)
(DINOSAURS GRUNTING)
(ALL PANTING)
Pebbles, for the last time,
you gotta look where you're going.
Oh, my gosh. I could have been squashed
if you hadn't saved me.
Don't thank me. It was all Dino.
-(WHINES) -Thanks, boy.
I think I'll stick to riding you from now on.
My rock racing days are officially over.
Not a moment too soon. Luckily, nobody was hurt.
Except Jojo and Nipsy when the other rock racers find out
-why they almost raced right off a cliff. -(GROWLING)
Oh, sure. Besides them, obviously.
But other than that, no harm done.
And except for wherever all those boulders end up.
Oh, right. And that.
Ah, the Bedrock Bowl.
Finally get to see how my new ball rolls. (LAUGHS)
Thing of beauty, ain't she, Barn?
She's a good-looking bowling ball, Fred. No doubt about it.
(RUMBLING)
(CRASHING)
(THUDS)
Hey, Fred, you were right.
That new ball of yours sure rolls nice.
(LAUGHS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)