mommy, is the bad ze-ze-zenosaurus gonna get me and eat me up?
i'm still a little scared.
'bye-bye, daddy.
but, mommy, i wanna go roller skating.
as long as we beat the pants offa mrs. slate's nephew.
but then we'd need a hammer bam-bam and chisel.  oh, what about that dumb thing? you that thing with dino? think so? pebbles turns, the decision made.
okay. we're gonna sing a song with dino. instantly, on cue, dino leaps out of nowhere, holding a straw hat and a cane. wilma and betty look at each other, skeptical. bam-bam reaches into his shirt and takes out a whistle. he blows it --
a one-and-a-two and-a --
will there be real food there?