Judith Barsi credited as playing...
Ducky
- Littlefoot: Petrie, do you think you could fly up there and...
- Petrie: No, no!
- Ducky: Petrie, do not feel sad. It is all right. Many things do not fly-- Rocks, trees, sticks, Spike.
- Littlefoot: Cera! it's you! What happened? Why are you so frightened?
- Cera: Frightened? Me?
- [laughs]
- Cera: Why are you so frightened?
- Littlefoot: We're not frightened... Are we?
- Ducky: Nope, nope.
- Cera: Well, you should be. I was going back to be with the other three-horns, but I chose to come back to warn you. I met the Sharptooth!
- Petrie: [gasps, then screams] Sharptooth! Ooh!
- [jumps onto Littlefoot's head, frightened]
- Littlefoot: Come on, Cera, Sharptooth is dead. He fell down into the big underground.
- Cera: [in a deeper tone] And that's... where he met me.
- Ducky: Oh! Dear brave, Cera.
- Petrie: [echoing] Dear brave, Cera.
- Cera: Yes. I am brave.
- Littlefoot: [annoyed] Sharptooth is dead!
- Cera: My father told me that flatheads have very small brains.
- Ducky: It's Sharptooth.
- Littlefoot: Let's get rid of him once and for all.
- Ducky: What'll we do?
- Littlefoot: Look, we'll coax him to the deep end of the pond. He can't swim with those scrawny arms. Me and Spike will go up and push that big rock on top of his head. And then he'll fall off into the water. Petrie, you whistle when he's just at the right spot where the water gets dark. Now we need some bait. Hmm.
- [everyone looks at Ducky suspiciously]
- Ducky: Me? Oh, no. No, no, no. No, no, no, no.
- Ducky: The tree is talking!
- Littlefoot: No it isn't.
- Ducky: You should not eat talking trees, nope, nope, nope.
- Littlefoot: Do you smell something?
- Petrie: [Ducky's on his head] I... I smell... I smell... I smell... hmm... Ducky.
- Ducky: You smell me? Ha ha!
- Littlefoot: [to Petrie on his head] Are you just gonna stay up there?
- Petrie: Yes!
- Littlefoot: Well, you can't. You're tearing my tree star!
- Ducky: It is very special. Very. His mother gave it to him. She did.
- Petrie: Ooh. Mother present. Very important. Ooh, yes. I can save it. I'll let nobody touch it!
- Ducky: Yeah, Petrie. You keep it safe. Yep, yep, yep.
- Littlefoot: Nope, nope, nope. I'm not a carrier. Get off! You're a flyer, now start flying.
- Ducky: Open your wings, Petrie! Open! Open!
- Petrie: No! No! I can not do this!
- Littlefoot: You can fly! Now open your skinny wings!
- Petrie: I fly?
- Ducky: No, you falled.
- Petrie: I FALL?
- Ducky: You cannot fly? But how did you get way up there?
- Petrie: I climb.
- Littlefoot: But you are a flyer, not a faller.
- Petrie: Hard thing, to fly.
- [imitates a shot down airplane]
- Littlefoot: I guess it is. We can't do it.
- Ducky: Nope. We cannot do that alright.
- Littlefoot: You want to go with me?
- Ducky: YEAH! Oh... Oh, yes, yes, yes! I do! I do!
- Littlefoot: Alright, come on. But you'll have to keep up.
- Ducky: I will keep up. I will.
- Ducky: Where are we going?
- Littlefoot: To the Great Valley. I'm not gonna stop until I find my grandparents.
- [Littlefoot had just found the Great Valley]
- Littlefoot: The Great *Valley*.
- [stares open-mouthed, transfixed at the valley]
- Littlefoot: Cera, Spike, Ducky, Petrie, over here!
- [the others run to join Littlefoot]
- Cera: Littlefoot, you found it!
- Ducky: Yep, yep, yep!
- Littlefoot: We did it; we did it together!
- Cera: Look at what they're doing. They're so greedy. What about me? I'm still hungry!
- Petrie: YOU hungry? I'm empty all the way to the top! Now we're at the Great Valley and STILL GOT NO GREEN FOODS! We'd be hungry FOREVER!
- [groans in despair]
- Littlefoot: Aw Petrie, Cera was wrong. This isn't the Great Valley.
- Ducky: It is not a Great ANYTHING. Nope, nope, nope.
- Littlefoot: Well, we'd better go down and see if there's anything left.
- Littlefoot: Come on. We have to keep going.
- [starts climbing up a rocky hill and looks back for the others]
- Littlefoot: Come on.
- [notices they aren't following him]
- Ducky: Cera's way is easier.
- Petrie: I think so, too.
- [Littlefoot furiously leaves them behind, thinking they've betrayed him, he starts climbing up the wall of rocks]
- Petrie: Oh, Flathead, wait! Ooh! Aah! Ow. No be angry. Wait!
- [the rock he's on crumbles and falls]
- Ducky: Cera, wait for us! We're coming with you, Cera! Cera, Spike, wait!