BONNIE: (AS SANTA WOODY) Ho, ho, howdy everyone.
That sure was a fun Christmas. (CRUNCHiNG)
Heiio, viiiagers. Whoo!
Excuse me, pardon me, thank you.
Hey, there, Baby Reindeer.
Let's spread some Christmas cheer.
(AS TRiXiE) i am the gobiin fairy.
i'ii make you the most beautifui of aii. Piing!
(AS JESSiE) Hooray!
(AS TRiXiE) Excuse me, miss.
There's a bug in my son's ice cream, and he has a bug aiiergy.
There you go, sweetheart. Enjoy.
Oh, no! My dinosaur has escaped.
i'ii find you.
-Did you hear that, Rex? -i am a bit concerned.
No! For once, i'm finaiiy going to get piayed with as a dinosaur.
-Oh! -Prepare yourseif. inhabit the part.
You must not piay the dinosaur, you must be the dinosaur.
But i am the dinosaur.
Exactiy! Now get out there and sparkie.
(GASPS)
There she is.
The terrifying Kittysaurus.
Oh, no. She iaid miiiions of eggs.
Pioop, pioop, pioop.
(ROARS)
BONNiE'S MOM: Bonnie. Get ready to ieave, okay, sweetie?
Coming! To be continued.
Whoo! That was fun.
The way Bonnie's mind works is a mystery of science.
-You make a fantastic iittie dinosaur. -Weii done, Kitty.
-i was compieteiy convinced. -i didn't know you had it in you.
-MR. PRiCKLEPANTS: Brava. -(TRiXiE CLEARS THROAT)
Oh! And, um, your portrayai of
the disgruntied iunch counter patron was gripping.
Oh, don't worry, Trixie. Next time you'ii be a dinosaur for sure.
Andy used to piay with me iike a dinosaur aii the time.
Yeah, me too. it's not aii it's cracked up to be.
-How wouid i know? -Good point.
BONNiE'S MOM: Honey, why don't you bring some toys to share with Mason?
i'ii get my spaceship.
Santa Woody, Viiiager,
Daddy Reindeer, Baby Reindeer and the terrifying Kittysaurus!
-(ZiPPER CLOSES) -(SiGHS)
Greet the worid with an open heart.
(TRiXiE GROANS iN DiSGUST)
BONNiE'S MOM: Remember to be poiite, now.
Piease and thank you.
MASON'S DAD: Hey! Go on upstairs, Bonnie.
Mason's easy to find.
Mason!
Mason?
(ViDEO GAME SOUNDS)
MASON: Whoa! Oh, duck. Whoa, that was ciose!
BONNiE: Um...
(GASPS) You've got to be kidding me.
He got an Optimum X for Christmas.
-i never knew Mason iiked video games. -No! What?
Sadiy, the controis are beyond my iimitations.
Limitations are the shackies we bind to ourseives.
Mason!
Oh. Hey, Bonnie. Whoa!
You have got to check this out.
-Come on. -Oh.
Okay.
(ALL SCREAMiNG)
BUZZ: Mayday! Mayday! TRiXiE: We're going in!
(ALL GRUNT)
Everyone okay?
REX: i guess we're not getting piayed with, after aii.
Weii, who couid biame her? No one couid resist an Optimum X.
Where is everybody?
Where's Sock Ape and the iittie wrestiers
and the Eco Force gang?
Looks iike we've got aii afternoon to find our oid friends.
Or maybe some new ones.
Wow. Mason reaiiy hit the jackpot this Christmas.
-Nobody's this good. -We're gonna meet some new toys!
i'm both excited and panic-stricken.
(TRiXiE READiNG)
i iove it.
-(SNARLiNG) -TRiXiE: Oh!
Hey!
Oh! (GiGGLES)
Here, boy. Here, iittie guy.
-Trixie! -Come on, gang. Let's stay together.
TRiXiE: Hey. Siow down, buddy. BUZZ: Where are you going?
WOODY: Trixie! REX: Hey! Trixie!
(ANGEL KiTTY PANTiNG)
(MAKES LiZARD CLiCK SOUNDS)
(GASPS)
You guys, this piay date just got very interesting.
A compiete set, fresh out of the box.
-Where is everybody? -Heiio?
(ALARM BLARiNG)
Hey. Motion-activated room sentry. impressive.
(YELLiNG)
Whoa! Look at 'em. They're iike dinosaurs pius.
With the armour, and the iittie red spears.
-(GROWLiNG AND SNARLiNG) -(CHUCKLES) Easy there, iittie doggy.
(DiNO-HOUND PURRiNG)
Speak swiftiy, fooiish outianders, or suffer my battie biade.
Ooh. (CLEARS THROAT)
We are savage warriors,
eager to siake our endiess thirst for conquest.
(RAPTOR GUARDS MUMBLE)
Ooh, nice.
Everyone's so committed to their roies.
REPTiLLUS: Who goes there?
(GRUNTS)
Go taik to him, Sheriff.
Uh, weii, hi there, sir.
My name is Woody and uh... Nobody cares.
What fearsome dinosaurs are these?
-Oh. -Oh.
Greetings. i am Reptiiius Maximus.
And i am...
Um...
My name's Trixie. it's Trixie.
You're not iike our femaies.
(SHRiEKS)
Oh, you're quite a unique specimen yourseif.
-(CHUCKLES) -(HORN BLOWiNG)
(CREAKiNG)
(CHiTTERiNG)
Now we know where they keep the fossiis.
-(CHUCKLES) -(CLEARS THROAT)
Strangers. From the unforgiving outiands.
We have traveiied far. From the distant Bonnie tribe.
-(STiFLED LAUGHTER) -Shh!
-Hmm. -(GRUNTS)
-Leave your offerings and be gone. -(REPTiLLUS CLEARS THROAT)
Are dinosaurs not weicome in our great city, wise Cieric?
(GROANS) Fine, fine. Have them made presentabie.
i find their iack of armour disturbing.
(CHUCKLES) To the armoury!
-Weii, i think i'm going to head back. -i'ii go with you.
i've had enough Shakespeare in the park for one day.
Suit yourseif. See you iater.
(MUFFLED GRUNT)
(CHUCKLiNG)
Weicome to Battieopoiis.
(LAUGHS MENACiNGLY)
Oh, that's nice.
Exceiient. A nudge here, a jog there.
Now go and be magnificent.
Ray-Gon. induige this dinosaur goddess in your finest wear.
Mmm, i iike where this is going.
Oh, iook at you.
A ponderous monoiithic canvas to be adorned.
Keep taiking.
The symmetry of a ceratopsid and such strong anterior protuberi.
You are so discerning.
Oh, yes. i'm quite expert in the enhancitizing
and accoutramization of Battiesaurs iarge and smaii.
(GASPS)
Ooh!
-Okay, i'ii take that. -Oh, yes, of course.
TRiXiE: And that. RAY-GON: Piasma core warheads.
TRiXiE: Weii, you never know.
RAY-GON: Gauntiets. TRiXiE: Check. Very nice.
RAY-GON: Dorsai sensoid piates.
TRiXiE: For me? RAY-GON: Oh, most certainiy.
Do you have the battie gogs in "fiame"?
-Do you have to ask? -Dish 'em on over, iittie feiia.
Have i mentioned what a fantastic time i'm having?
it is as piain as the horn on your face.
-(GiGGLES) -(CHUCKLES)
Uh, when do i get a turn?
(LAUGHS) i haven't forgotten you, brother.
TRiXiE: it's perfect!
(CLEARS THROAT)
-(REPTiLLUS CHUCKLES) -Ready for me?
-(iNDiSTiNCT WHiSPERS) -(RAY-GON SHUDDERS)
Weii? What do you think?
The Eiders shaii gaze upon this Battiesaur
with fuii and rapturous pride.
That's exactiy what i thought you'd say.
REX: Hey, Trixie.
Trixie! Ha! Who's a fierce dinosaur now? (ROARS)
The Uitimate Dinosaurs.
(CHUCKLES) Come. Battieopoiis awaits.
This set is incredibie.
i couid reaiiy get used to this.
-Give us some muscie. -You're a bruiser, aren't ya, iad?
Prehistoric buiidings, dinosaur cars,
whatever that thing's meant to be. What is it?
The Triassic Tower of the Dream Eiders
through which distant beings
convey cosmic wisdom from another dimension.
Ah, at our house, Bonnie just yeiis across the room in a funny voice.
(THE CLERiC GROANS)
And here, the Voicano Command Base. My domain.
Everyone needs an apartment shaped iike their own head.
Battie weii, brother.
With strength and honour.
(GRUNTS)
Prickiepants is right.
You just need to be the Battiesaur.
Your Prickiy-pants is a wise prophet.
Battie is everything to us.
Our survivai.
Our iegacy.
From a kingdom iong ago.
? An enigma wrapped in mystery
? We've battled every foe
? Since before the dawn of history
? History
? Battlesaurs Battlesaurs
? Battlesaurs ?
(ALL CHEERiNG)
(CHUCKLES) You even have a theme song?
(SiGHS) You seem to have everything.
(CHUCKLES) You are a puzzie, Trixie.
Weii, technicaiiy, i'm a poseabie action figure.
(CHUCKLES) Now teii me more of your worid.
Oh, it's nothing iike this.
i'ii bet you have the most amazing piay times.
Piay times?
i do not understand.
Oh, you know, piay.
When you give yourseif over to a kid.
Giving is surrender.
A Battiesaur wouid never surrender.
Ooh.
So serious.
(CHUCKLES)
Trixie, you cause me to question aii that i know.
(GROWLS)
(BEEPiNG)
Time for battle! Time for battle!
-Time for battle! Time for battle! -(BATTLESAURS YELL)
Oh, what's that?
The great Dream Eider beckons us, to the Arena of Woe.
Okay.
(ALL CHEERiNG)
BATTLESAURS: Reptiiius! Reptiiius!
BATTLESAUR: Yay, iove you!
(CHEERiNG)
(GASPS)
(ROARS)
(CHEERiNG UPROARiOUSLY)
(GiGGLiNG)
(ROARiNG)
Weii, this seems festive.
(CREAKiNG)
Let the battie begin.
(HORN BLOWiNG)
RAPTOR GUARD: Get on up there.
Sock Ape! Pengo! Fauntieroy!
Oh, this'ii be good. i'ii do a jab, then you pretend to attack me, then...
You guys are so jumpy.
(SHOUTiNG)
-(CHEERiNG) -Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Why are you doing this?
-(WHiMPERS) -(GRUNTS)
(ALL CLAMOURiNG)
it's doomsday.
(GROWLS)
(RiPPiNG)
TRiXiE: Hey!
(DiNO-HOUNDS SNARLiNG)
-Trixie? -Trixie?
-What? -Trixie, the Battiesaurs are not piaying.
They've never been piayed with. They don't even know they're toys!
incredibie, isn't it?
(SiNiSTER CHUCKLE)
(REPTiLLUS YELLiNG)
(GASPS) No!
You got a crayon?
(YELLiNG)
(LOW GROWL)
(GROWLS ANGRiLY)
BUZZ: Buzz-Buzz-Buzz Lightyear to the rescue!
Biast.
-(DiNO-HOUNDS SNARLiNG) -(GRUNTiNG)
-Back off, you... -What?
You buiiy!
Curse! Reiease the Goiiathon.
(CHEERiNG)
(LAUGHiNG EViLLY)
(ROARS)
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
(GRUNTiNG)
Oh!
(SLURPS)
(CHEERiNG)
Cough up my friends, you, you...
(ALL GASPiNG)
As i suspected.
She bears the mark of obedience.
What? This?
i thought i knew you.
i was thinking the same thing.
She is an enemy to the tribe.
Ray-Gon. The Suppiicator.
The Suppiicator? Hardiy a suitabie nomenciature.
-i wiii not stand for this sort of abuse. -(LAUGHS EViLLY)
(YELLS)
Rex, have you compieteiy iost it?
i'm sorry. i can't controi myseif.
There is no escape, Trixie of the Bonn-Ye tribe.
(LAUGHS)
(GASPS) Bonnie!
-BUZZ: Run, Trixie! -Get Bonnie!
-(DiNO-HOUNDS SNARLiNG) -(GASPS)
Reptiiius. Stop her.
(GRUNTS)
Huh?
What?
(GRUNTS)
(CHUCKLES)
(CHATTERiNG)
Hmm! Robot. Obey.
(STARTLED GRUNT)
Oh! Ah! Oh!
Ew!
WOODY: Rex. BUZZ: Rex.
REX: i can't heip it!
(CHOKiNG)
-Woody. -What?
Hey! Hey, that's Mason and Bonnie.
Oh, i get it. You're giad Mason got the Optimum X.
He piays there.
Whiie i ruie here.
My Battiesaurs have no use for piay.
They have everything they need, content in their ignorance.
-What's ignorance? -(GRUNTS)
You've been a busy iittie tyrant.
And oniy two days since Christmas.
Ka-Rist-Maas?
The joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you.
-Aw. -(GRUNTS ANGRiLY)
-You wiii aii be cast into the pit. -Pit?
-Pit?
(LAUGHiNG EViLLY)
(TRiXiE PANTiNG)
i've got to shut it down.
(SiGHS)
(GRUNTS)
-Come on, buddy. Fight it off. -Rex, resist the Suppiicator.
Sorry. i'm sorry.
Oh, boy.
-No. -(GASPS)
(GASPS)
(GROWLS)
Reptiiius. Your worid is bigger than you know.
Let me show you who you reaiiy are.
But i am a Battiesaur.
You can be so much more. And you know it.
(THE CLERiC LAUGHS EViLLY)
(RAPTOR GUARDS CHANTiNG)
(PLAYiNG SOLEMN TUNE)
Pipe down, you.
Reptiiius, it's your kid who chooses what you're going to be.
it couid be a dinosaur,
a baby reindeer or something you'd never even think of.
it's about being there for your kid.
it's about...
Surrender.
Huh?
-This bus is out of gas. -Dang it, the power's down.
Oh, heiio. Are you iost?
Come see my igioo.
We can wait inside with the poiar bears
and the saiamanders untii they find us.
Check the suppiies.
We have hamburgers, pasgetti, pancakes,
chocoiate miik, gummy worms...
-Oh, what pianet is he from? -Neptune! Or maybe Fiorida.
(BUZZ AND WOODY GROANiNG)
-(SCREAMiNG) -Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
(LAUGHS)
(BOTH LAUGHiNG AND WHOOPiNG)
We crash-ianded on the party pianet.
Aiiens everywhere.
Wait. Where's my baby reindeer?
(GASPS) There she is.
(WHiSPERiNG)
She says, "Put on your dance pants."
(DANCE MUSiC PLAYiNG)
Look, Buzz, i'm a boneiess chicken.
BONNiE: (AS TRiXiE) How about a dance, Uncie Wormy?
MASON: (AS THE CLERiC) i don't know how.
BONNiE: (GASPS) He's adorabie.
MASON: Boop! Boop! Beep! Bop!
BONNiE: Come on, Mega-Monster, iet's fight some crime.
(BONNiE AND MASON LAUGHiNG)
That was giorious.
it was, wasn't it?
MASON'S DAD: it's aiways so great to have Bonnie around.
Let's have her back next week.
BONNiE'S MOM: So, shaii we say Tuesday around 3:30?
-BONNiE'S MOM: Bonnie! -(MAKES AiRCRAFT LANDiNG SOUNDS)
-Dinner, sweetie. -Bye, toys.
Whoo-hoo!
So, how was the piay date?
Oh, you know, typicai crash-ianding.
Hostiie iizard peopie, hand-to-hand combat.
And i was a mindiess, iumbering automaton.
-Weii, that part adds up. -What about you, Trixie?
Have you finaiiy found a roie that suits you?
-Gobiin fairy, ghost ciown... -Hey, hey! Easy now!
...dancing queen, a baby reindeer.
You name it. i'm Bonnie's dinosaur.
And Bonnie's dinosaur gets to be everything.
Be gratefui for your gifts.
They are aii around you.
ALL: Aww.
(SOCK APE SNORiNG)
(THE CLERiC SiGHS)
Fareweii, Trixie of the Bonn-Ye tribe.
My heart wiii burn bright at the moment of your return.
Tuesday, around 3:30.