My father told me that Flatheads have very small brains!

Littlefoot:

Cera, it's you! What happened? Why are you so Frightened? Cera:
Frightened? Me? [laughs] Cera:
Why are you so Frightened? Littlefoot:
We're not frightened. Are we? Ducky:
Nope, nope. Cera:
Well, you should be. I was going back to the other three-horns, but I chose to come back to warn you... I met... the Sharp Tooth! Petrie:
[screams]
Sharp Tooth! [jumps onto Littlefoot frightened] Littlefoot:
Come on, Cera. Sharp Tooth is dead. He fell down into the big underground. Cera:
[in a deeper tone]
And *that's*... where he met me! Ducky:
Oh. Dear brave Cera. Petrie:
Dear brave Cera. Cera:
Yes. I am brave. Littlefoot:
[annoyed]
Sharp Tooth is dead! Cera:
My father told me that Flatheads have very small brains!