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[textsfromjapanifornia]

[ahopelessblogaboutdinosaurtrain]

[In the kids' pre-teens. Buddy comes back severely injured from a hunt, Tiny is in overdrive trying to save him]

Shiny, running back into the clearing as Tiny and Mrs. Pteranodon continue to try to stop the bleeding: I can't find it!

Tiny: What do you mean you can't find it?! It's the same fucking place it always fucking is!

Shiny: I mean it's gone! And I'm not blind! Do you have another patch growing anywhere?!

Tiny, tearing up: No! Go look again!

Shiny: But it's not-

Tiny: [screams, leaves the bandages and flies off to get it herself]

Shiny, crying: I would have seen if-!

Mr. Pteranodon, looking up from cleaning one of Buddy's wounds: We know! Tiny's just- [goes back to cleaning Buddy's wound] Stay with us, son! Don't close those eyes!

Shiny: [sobs]

Don, landing with herbs clenched in his talons and beak: [spits herbs out] Gross! Tiny! Your herbs!

Tiny: [crashes back into the clearing, looking deathly pale] First the calendula Larry ate, now my fucking tumeric! I need that tumeric!

Mrs. Pteranodon: Don't panic, Tiny! This isn't the time!

Mr. Pteranodon: He's unconscious! This is bad!

Tiny, panting as she panics: Wh-when does the next train come? Maybe Doctor Brendan can do this, I can't!

Mrs. Pteranodon: Ten minutes!

Don, shaking Buddy with wide eyes: Ten minutes! Hold on, Buddy!

Shiny, crying: I'm sorry!

[Scene cut to Doctor Brendan Borogovia in the E.R. car, patching Buddy up]

Brendan: He'll live. That was close though.

[the family collectively sighs in relief]

Mrs. Pteranodon: leaning against the wall and sliding down it: By evolution! My baby...

Tiny: [turns and slams her fist against the wall] Fuck! I could have handled it myself if I had the herbs!

Brendan: You said one stash was eaten and the other disappeared?

Mr. Pteranodon: [grunts in annoyance] The calendula was Larry's fault. I have no idea what happened to the tumeric though.

Brendan: Maybe he ate that too?

Tiny: [clenches her fist] He better not have! He knows I grow those specifically for treating wounds!

Brendan: Does he know you grow the calendula as well? Does he respect that?

[frigid silence]

Mr. Pteranodon: ... Damn it. If Larry took those too, he nearly got my son killed!

Brendan, adjusting his doctor's coat: I would look into that. Until then, the boy will need bed rest for at least a month.

Mrs. Pteranodon: [rubs her eyes in exhaustion] We'll have to ask Dolores and Boris to feed him. We can't sustain him with fish anymore!

Brendan: [turns and smiles at Tiny] I'll trust recovery treatments to you, as you have the experience and skill now.

Tiny, surprised: But you're the doctor!

Brendan: And many doctors started where you are. Trust yourself, little pteranodon.

Tiny: [smiles in pleasant surprise that Brendan complimented and encouraged her] Of course!

Mr. Pteranodon, turning and whispering to Mrs. Pteranodon: You should ask Larry. I'll lose my shit the moment I see him.

Mrs. Pteranodon: Me!? I would lose my composure too, you know that!

Mr. Pteranodon: We're both furious, obviously! But you'll be less biased!

Mrs. Pteranodon: Won't you put your pettiness aside, I can't do this!

[Some clears their throat]

[Mr. and Mrs. Pteranodon turn to see Shiny standing in front of them]

Shiny: I'll ask him.

Mrs. Pteranodon: Shiny, no, it-

Shiny: I'll keep my cool better than either of you, and I won't seem biased. Unless you want Mrs. Lorraine accusing you of just blindly accusing him, dad.

Mr. Pteranodon: [sighs] She is the best option, Hun.

Mrs. Pteranodon: But-

Mr. Pteranodon: Okay, Shiny, you ask him when we get back home.

Shiny: [nods grimly]

[record-pigeon]

DON'T DO IT LARRY

LARRY NOOOOOO

[sally-face-incorrect-quotes]

Ash: Loneliness is like hunger in minecraft. It’ll get you low on HP, but it will never kill you.

Larry: You have to do that bit yourself

[rebel-skull]

Ok so I was watching penn zero when this photo came up in a list of past failures and I’m just laughing like crazy

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((I so need to re-start interactions with Larry and Fran. haha.))

//whenever you’re ready, franzy, baby, this butz is waiting

[thedetectiveofinaba]

:’D So you’re telling me Larry had written that note we all assumed to be a blackmail letter and he meant it to be a love letter. AND HE SENT IT IN A MANILLA ENVELOPE. Jesus Christ, now I understand his bad luck in love affairs. This is not how you confess or send any love letters. *sigh*

If I had access to Miles expressions I’d use them right now ‘cause this is just… Wow.