In a place full of mystery
Where the past comes alive
There's a hero of history
Who is ready to thrive
She is saving our future
By protecting our past
She's a hero Whose moment's arriving at last
Ridley Jones
Daring and bold and courageous
Ridley Jones
Guards the museum with pride
Ridley Jones
Her sense of adventure's contagious
With dinos and dodos And astronaut chimps by her side
Ridley Jones
Wearing her trademark fedora
Ridley Jones
No challenge can get in her way
She won't ever give in to her fear She shines when adventure is near
Swinging into the fray And then saving the day
Ridley Jones
-Ready? -You know I am.
Whoa! I filled a whole page!
-Next page, here I come. -I'm proud of you, kiddo.
You know what? I'm proud of me too. I'm gonna go show everyone. Bye, Mum.
Ismat, Peaches, Dante, Dudley, Fred!
You guys. Don't get me wrong, filling my stamp page is exciting and all,
but you didn't have to do all this.
Good, 'cause we didn't.
Not that your passport stamp isn't super exciting.
It is. Yay, you!
But this isn't for you.
Right. So, what is it for?
The Paleozoic Prom, of course!
Our yearly chance to wear our best threads and dance!
O.M.Ra! I forgot! You've never been to it before!
Nope. Last year, I didn't even know you guys could move, let alone dance.
Or decorate.
Shake it to the left Shake it to the right
Looking sparkly, Mrs. Sanchez!
Everyone looks amazing.
Yep, it's the same every year.
-Peaches spruces up her rover. -That's one good-looking rover.
Ida polishes her armour.
And Fred tries to teach Dante and Dudley their signature Paleozoic Prom dance move.
Turn to your left, dude.
-How 'bout you try your other left? -Hi, Dudley. Hi, Dante.
Hey, where's Fred?
Don't know. And gotta say, trying to dance without them is a bummer.
Turns out, I've two left tails.
I thought Fred'd be bisonically excited to show off their dance moves for the prom.
We should make sure they're okay.
So weird.
I don't see them anywhere.
Fred?
Fred? Fred who? Never heard of him.
What are you doing in here? Everyone's getting ready for the prom.
I'm just catching up on my grazing.
Yep, grazing.
This fake grass is amazing!
I can't wait to see you dance at the prom.
Thanks! But I think I'm gonna skip it this year.
-O.M.Ra! You are not! -Why?
Why? Because after all this grazing,
I'll walk it off in the geography wing and take a trip around the world.
But, Fred, you're always the belle of the ball.
-I know, that's the problem. -Really?
Look, truth is, I just don't have anything to wear.
Nothing to wear?
That's so not a problem!
It kinda is, Princess.
This queen happens to be the best designer this side of the Nile.
I'll find you something. Something that says, "Guards, seize them!"
I mean, "Own this prom!"
Does that sound okay, Fred?
Of course it sounds okay.
-Why wouldn't it sound okay? -Fred?
Why wouldn't I be excited for someone who loves the words "gaudy" and "gold"
to dress me? No reason.
See? Come on. Let's go to the costume exhibit.
I have so many ideas!
Ismat's gonna find something perfect for you.
I just know it.
That seems a little zhuzhy.
We're just getting started.
A little too Pretty in Pink.
I don't know how you put that on.
Is that much glitter legal?
So many bows!
It's see-through!
Wow. Just, wow.
I'm sure Ismat has something else. You have something else, right?
No. An entire costume exhibit
and all 67 of my walk-in closets and not one thing you liked?
-There has to be something. -There is!
-It's perfect! I love it. -What is it?
That blue…
-Taffeta dress! -Wait, what?
-Yippee! -No!
You're right! It is perfect!
Perfectly horrifying.
Go ahead, tell me how mummazing you feel!
And spare no compliments. I can take it.
No problem, Princess.
This dress was just the beginning. This fur has to go.
What do you mean, my fur has to—
-Beautiful! -A work of art, if I do say so myself.
Dads, thanks for squeezing in one last fur-do.
No problemo. I usually do wrap blow-drys, but I can do fur too.
Are you ready to see the new Fred?
I was pretty happy with the old Fred.
Ta-da!
At a loss for words, huh?
Still, the word you're looking for is "love."
Okay! Dress done! Hair did.
Now, you've just got to get your twinkletoes tappin'.
Great idea. I could use a little help with my moves.
It's good we got the disco pyramid polished.
Okay, follow along. Hoof it to the left.
Hoof it to the right.
Now, get ready for a finish that's totally out of sight.
Come on! Give it to us!
Give what to us?
My signature move.
Spoiler alert! It's mummazing!
That it is.
Okay, here we go.
That wasn't it.
That wasn't it either!
Oh, no, not good!
I think all this taffeta might be getting in the way of my twinkletoes.
Fred, you just have the pre-prom jitters. Everyone gets them.
Except queens.
Okay, sometimes we do.
But as soon as you see how much everyone loves your new look, you'll love it too!
I doubt it.
Hot buttered biscuits. Look at you!
-I really wish you wouldn't. -They look amazing, right?
You all do!
And your lunar rover to the prom awaits.
It's the Paleozoic Prom, and the stars are out tonight.
And now, entering the rotunda,
we have the eyes of the museum!
Ismat, tell us, who are you wearing?
Vintage couture Cleopatra.
Really looking good for your first Paleozoic Prom!
You know it, Mrs. S.
Oh, Dante, Peaches, stylish as always.
And that bow tie, one of a kind.
Just like you, Dudley.
And who is hiding back there?
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Is that Fred?
Hey. Hi. Just me.
Your dress gets a whale-sized yes from me!
Fred!
I bow to your magnificent bow.
I have known many a queen, but none have matched your beauty.
I don't want to be a beauty queen!
I wanna be me!
Well, grits and gravy! I didn't know you could have a stampede of one.
It's a great idea. Let's do The Stampede.
I, like, don't wanna bring everyone down, but I don't think that was a dance.
-Then why are you joining in? -Good question, dude.
We have to go find them.
There you are, Fred.
Why'd you run off?
Yeah, you cute bison. Don't tell me you suddenly hate to dance.
I…
No, seriously. Don't tell me.
Fred, you look as sparkling as the Sphinx's treasure. Show it off.
The thing is, I know you think I look good,
but I don't feel good.
You're sick? Is it contagious?
No. I mean I don't feel like myself.
This dress, I'm uncomfortable in it.
Maybe you need a different size.
I hate when they haven't the right size for me to wear.
No, it's not about how it fits.
It's just not me.
I think maybe I dressed you in what I wanted to wear,
not what you wanted.
Sorry, Ismat. I know you were trying to help.
No, I'm sorry.
Fashion is about feeling good,
and feeling good is about feeling like yourself.
If you don't feel good, I didn't do my job.
I don't feel like myself.
Why didn't you just tell us?
I was afraid you'd laugh at me.
Dude, why would we laugh at you?
Because of what I want to wear.
It's kind of different.
But that's exactly why we love you, Fred.
Because you're different and not afraid to show it.
Come on. Let's get you ready for the prom your way.
-Snazzy! -You think?
Take a look.
I look good.
And I feel good!
I feel like me.
That's what fashion's all about.
When I was just a baby bison
I was always following the herd
Conformity was so enticin'
But something deep inside me Knew that it was absurd
And now I see
The inner me
I'm steppin' out in my blue suit
I'm now the bison I want to be
I have a passion
For this latest fashion
Without a doubt I'm steppin' out
I feel like me!
Now that I chose
More stylin' clothes
I'm lettin' out what I held in
And now the real me truly shows
No more repressin'
No second-guessin'
Too long I've been keepin' it in
I feel like me
Yeah, these new threads are truly friends They feel like me
Yeah!
I think I'm ready to step out.
In style.
I think you are too.
Who wants to dance?
Not me. If you were wondering.
Can I get a spotlight?
I do love a costume change.
That suit is amazing,
and so are you!
I know.
Thanks, Mrs. Sanchez.
Now, who wants to see my signature move?
-Fred, promise me one thing. -What's that?
Always do you 'cause you're pretty cool.
I am, aren't I?
-You ready to be my dance partner? -I gue--
Follow the soothing sound of my voice.
Are you sure we can't open our eyes yet?
No, that'll ruin the surprise.
We're walking, we're walking.
Hope that wasn't valuable.
We're in a museum. Everything is valuable.
I think it's a little dangerous to have us flying blind, sunshine.
And we're here. Open your eyes for a big surprise!
Sand.
Not like I have a ton of that at home.
Well, without sand, we can't have our very own Eyes of the Museum Beach Day.
So, it's not at the beach or during the day?
Dudley, we have a real beach upstairs in the marine biology wing. Remember?
I know but I wanted to pick a spot close to home
since you've all been so busy lately.
Sad dodo eyes.
Don't look directly at them.
That's true. No one came to see me turn the music exhibit into a skate park.
We heard it.
I think a rotunda beach day sounds like a great idea. How 'bout it?
I wish I could, but I have to do some spring cleaning with my dads.
And it's not easy watching my subjects try to get sand out of Egyptian cotton.
Next time, though!
Sorry. I've got stomp practice with the herd all night.
And I'm hosting this month's meeting of The Sisterhood of Museum Pilots.
Amelia Earhart begged me to bring my award-winning banana bread.
Don't worry. We can still have a fun beach day just the three-- Oh no!
I forgot. I have protector training with Mom and Grandma.
And it's part three of Booby-Trap Protocol:
Poison darts to rolling boulders.
We'll hang out soon, I promise. Okay?
-Yeah, okay. -Go do you.
Why let a perfectly good beach… sludge day, go to waste?
-Wanna make sand angels? -Sure.
Like, yay.
It's an egg!
-Did you do that? -Dude!
Right, of course. This must be someone else's, but who?
Sorry to interrupt, R-dogette,
but it's an emergency.
No, I'm glad you came and got me, but I've no idea who this egg belongs to.
What we need is the help of a real eggs-pert.
I know, but the egg joke was just laying right there.
I see what I did there. Come on.
It's not a penguin egg, for sure.
It must be a hawk egg.
-No, an eagle. Eagle! -Hawk.
You don't know what you're--
-I know a hawk. -I know what it is! Dragon egg!
I don't know about that, Pedro,
but I guess it could be any other type of egg.
So it could be a bird, like me?
Or a tiny little dino dude, like me.
Maybe, and--
-Oh, it's an ostrich egg, -You've gotta be yolking.
Oh no!
Okay, until we know where this goes,
it'll be safest in the rotunda.
No matter what kind of egg it is, it's fragile and needs to be protected.
Can I count on you to take care of it while I go do some research?
-Dude, of course. -It'll be over easy.
Thanks for your help. I'll be back soon.
I'll go get blankets so the little one is warm and toasty.
Me too.
Just think, if that egg hatches and it's a bird…
And it's a dinosaur…
I'll have my very own little bro to play with.
No other pair could be so Jurassic
There on our boards, little dude and I
Our flying lessons will all be classic
As soon as I learn to fly
No longer alone with my sibling in tow
Hangin' with my little bro
Picture us there in our matching plumage
Using the fan for its flight effects
We skate around at full dino zoomage
A mini-me-saurus rex
The brink of extinction I'll no longer know
Hanging with my little bro
Together forever, wherever we go
Hanging with my little bro
Well, this is awkward.
You see, I was gonna put the egg in the dodo exhibit, with me.
What? No way, Dudders.
This egg is gonna love the open-air plan of the rotunda.
You know, where I live.
What? Dante, Dante, Dante.
Babies are a huge responsibility.
Why don't I just take this off your hands,
and you can work on one of your prehistoric colouring books.
You mean my cave painting? That does sound relaxing and…
Hey! You're just trying to get the egg for yourself.
It's true.
Dante, I'm sorry. I can't lie to you, mostly because I'm not very good at it.
It's just that I've been feeling so lonely lately.
I see the sad dodo eyes. No fair, dude.
I just wanna take care of the egg and be a big bro to what hatches.
Well, I feel the same way.
I wanna teach impossible baby dino ollies and kickflips and…
Okay, ignore that one. Just the rest of the tricks.
There's only one way to settle this. A bro-off!
The one who can be the best big brother wins.
We've got some baby-proofing over here,
some baby-proofing over here, and egg-cellent!
The sharp corners and edges are softer than a brontosaurus's belly.
Yeah, that's all well and good, but how are you gonna get out?
Oh no!
I made this place Dante-proof too!
Help!
Okay, little Dudley Junior, are you ready for takeoff?
-It's working. -Whoa!
It worked.
I've always wanted to pass on all my flying knowledge.
You're flying.
You're flying!
Wait, you're flying and I can't.
Come down!
Wait!
I got it!
Okay, I think we know who won the bro-off.
Yours truly.
What? What with that baby-proofing prison?
No way!
The only way to go-go is the dodo.
I don't think the egg needs frequent flyer miles.
Hey, check this thing out. It's the perfect shape.
Crikey! It looks just like a rugby ball.
Keep away!
Finders lemurs!
Little rascals, time for dinner.
Dinner! Yay!
I made a mobile out of cute dodo plushies.
Who wouldn't wanna sleep under that?
Well, I was about to start to learn how to cook.
I was gonna start with toast,
but I gotta be honest, it seems super hard.
Maybe we should just let the egg decide
and see which of us it rolls to.
Wait, where'd it go?
-How'd it get up there? -Dudley, Dante!
So, I did a ton of research in the museum records,
and I figured out that--
What's wrong?
And where's the egg?
Well…
We let it out of our sight, and now it's up in the treetop!
In the treetop?
Okay, what happened?
I don't know. We just walked away from it for a minute
because, you know, bro-off. And then it was gone.
We are so sorry, Ridley.
Please just save Dudley Junior.
Or Dante Junior. It doesn't matter what we call the little guy.
We just need him to be safe.
It's gonna be all right.
I know that tree like the back of my whip. Remember?
I can't bear to look.
What if the egg falls?
Wait, I got it.
But we have to work together, little bro.
I'm sorry. I was so caught up in who should take care of the egg,
I forgot the most important part: just take care of it.
Couldn't've said it better myself. Now, pull!
If Dudley Junior falls, we'll catch him.
Made it! Come on.
Closer.
Just a little closer.
No!
Dude! Ridley!
-Eggy! -We've got you!
You guys saved me! And the egg!
-You're all right! -We were so worried!
The egg's got a crack in it.
No way. It was fine when we landed.
Unless it's hatching!
-Is it a bird? -A dinosaur?
Whoa!
My research was right. A turtle!
A baby girl sea turtle.
Our little bro is a bro-ette?
Her flippers look like my wings.
And her scales look like my scales. We're both big bros after all.
Mama?
Well, now that we know what's inside the egg,
we can reunite her with her family.
Yeah, and as the last of my kind, I can definitely appreciate that.
For sure.
Can I trust you two to take this little lady
back home to the marine biology wing?
I've got some museum protector stuff to do.
Dude, yes, dude!
Make sure to look both ways before you cross the ocean.
Catch some gnarly waves for me.
Look at us, we're empty nesters.
They grow up so fast, don't they?
You know, I just realized something.
Since you and I are each other's big bro, we'll never be alone,
no matter how busy everyone else gets.
-We're never too busy for you. -Hey, there!
-Beach day! -Hi, all!
Ridley! Everyone!
So, this was your important museum protector stuff, huh?
I figured we owed you a beach day.
But you'll always have us too.
Remember? Busy or not.
Last one in the water's a rotten banana!
Tubular!
No splashing!