Cera: This is the Great Valley? You're crazy! I'm leaving.
Littlefoot: Cera, we have to keep following the bright circle.
Cera: I'm taking the easy way.
Littlefoot: But it's the wrong WAY.
Cera: Who says?
Littlefoot: My mother.
Cera: Then SHE was a stupid long neck too.
Littlefoot: Take that back.
Littlefoot: Take IT back.
Narrator: It was a mark of many dangers. Sharp Teeth stalked the herds waiting to feed on the weak ones. The leaf-eaters stopped only to hatch their young. Some of the young seemed born without fear, but even hatching could be dangerous.
Cera: See? I can take care of myself - all by myself. I'm not afraid to be alone. I know my way to go, and I'm not afraid of Sharptooth... I hope he doesn't eat any of you.
Ducky: Up, Petrie! Higher! Higher like a flyer.
Littlefoot's mother: Dear, sweet, Littlefoot, do you remember the way to the Great Valley?
Littlefoot: I guess so. But why do I have to know if you're going to be with me?
Littlefoot's mother: I'll be with you. Even if you can't see me.
Littlefoot: What do you mean I can't see you? I can always see you.
Littlefoot's mother: I'll be in your heart, Littlefoot. Let your heart guide you.
Narrator: Though, they were sourced out and tired, Littlefoot urged them on. He'd never seen the Great Valley, but his heart told him that they were close. Surely, at the top, they'd behold it, finally.
Daddy Topps: Come Cera, three horns never play with long necks.
Narrator: And Littlefoot found his grandmother and grandfather at last. The same loving faces he looked into on the day of his birth.
Narrator: Cera was still too proud to admit that - she'd gone the wrong way.
Narrator: The Great Valley was all they'd dreamed it would be: a land of green, and leaves, and life.
Narrator: All that remained of his herd was his mother, grandmother and his grandfather. He knew them by sight, by scent, and by their love. He knew they would be together, always.
Littlefoot: Have you ever seen the Great Valley?
Littlefoot's Mother: No.
Littlefoot: Well, how do you know it's really there?
Littlefoot's Mother: Some things you see with your eyes, others you see with your heart.
Littlefoot: I don't understand, Mother.
Littlefoot's Mother: You will, my son. You will.
Narrator: Littlefoot had been wrong about the Sharptooth, but the others followed him. They're only hope was to reach the Great Valley, and Littlefoot alone knew the way.
Petrie: You've got a nice flat head, Flat Head.