The smell of yesterday’s cookies wafts through the T-rex’s teeth. As IB steps around the dinosaur, he realizes that this is as far as his plan goes. Dino starts to flex his legs. IB is running to a location far away when it dawns on him that a little dinosaur doesn’t stand a chance against a ferocious bear. He turns, taking a swig of his ol’ liquid motivation, and lets out a fearsome growl.
Dinosaur: Where am I?! What’s going on!?
IB: AHHHHHHH!! A talking dinosaur!