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Hello?

Oh!

Hello, mammals.

Hi, Buck!

Hi.

Bye, Buck!

Um, a little help.

Right on the spleen!

Utterly useless, but totally hurts.

Hey, Buck.

Welcome back, buddy.

Wait.

This half-a-snack is the dinosaur whisperer?

And expert salsa dancer.

I have one eye but all my original teeth.

Would you like to count them?

Ah.

No, thank you.

And this must be Nectarine.

Um.

Peaches.

Semantics, my dear.

I am deeply honored.

Sweet eye patch.

Very gangsta.

Thank you.

I like this kid.

Buck.

Whoa!

What are you doing here?

Well, I.

What?

I’m trying!

But how do you tell someone they’re doomed?

He’s stumped.

We’re not doomed, Buck.

It was just a meteor shower, and the show’s over.

Oh, quite the contrary, old chap.

It’s just beginning.

You see, I found a prophecy.

Do you mind?

Boy, he really sucks the fun out of everything.

Doesn’t he?

Fun sucker!

I read this tablet front to back.

And the story it tells is very disturbing.

Every hundred million years or so, the world gets a cosmic cleansing.

Before the dinosaurs, there were these horseshoe crab-looking thingies.

Then, at the bottom of this mountain range, an asteroid hit.

Boom!

Bye-bye.

Next, dinosaurs, mountain range, asteroid.

Boom!

Bye-bye.

And coming up next, mammals.

Mountain range, asteroid, boom!

Bye-bye.

Stupid mammals.

That’s us.

Yep, and there she is.

The mother of all asteroids screaming towards us.

Even going underground won’t save us this time.

Hey, that wasn’t there before.

And look what it’s doing to the sky.

No worries.

Because I’ve got a plan.

Really?

To stop an asteroid?

Look, the last two asteroids have pummeled the earth in the same spot.

And it’s about to happen again.

We’ve got to go there and see what’s attracting the asteroid.

Once we know why it’s coming we can figure out how to send it somewhere else.

That plan is so dumb, I wish it had a face so I could smack it.

Let me get this straight.

Instead of running away from a deadly asteroid you want us to run directly towards it?

I know it sounds suboptimal, but the good news is it’ll kill us no matter where we went.

Well, that’s reassuring.

Okay, but even if we get to the crash site how are we supposed to change what is literally written in stone?

Ah, my cynical friend.

The dinos were wiped off the face of the Earth, but some escaped.

They changed their fate and we can change ours, too.

Who’s with me?

So, what do you think?

Honestly, I’m worried the weasel’s right.

No!

Don’t listen to the weasel.

He’s a raving loon!

Sorry.

I just love playing devil’s advocate.

And looking fabulous!

Well, Buck has saved our lives before, right?

But what if he can’t this time?

I don’t know what to believe.

But I’m afraid our lives will be over before they begin.

Okay.

I guess we’re in.

Crash and Eddie reporting for duty.

Doody.

Excellent!

And dirty word processed.

Now, we better get on the road because time till impact is roughly.

2 days, 4 hours, 1 minute and 16 seconds.

15 seconds, 14 seconds.

I think we get it.

I think we’re all gonna get it.

Whoo!

We look so cool.

Ugh.

What is this stuff?

Where is he?

When I am through with that one-eyed weasel he’s going to need two eye patches.

I admire your bloodthirstitude, Gertie.

But you heard them.

An asteroid is coming.

This changes things.

Holy snowballs!

It’s freezing up here.

Parts are retracting into other parts.

Would you please stop acting like a parakeet?

It’s a good thing you got your mother’s eyes or you’d be totally useless.

Well, that’s just hurtful.

What do you see?

Nothing. Nothing.

Deadly asteroid screaming towards Earth.

Wait!

There he is.

That’s too bad.

He is really far away.

Probably too far to reach by flight.

Oh, well.

Let’s just go home.

We are not retreating!

Until that weasel came along our family made an honest living stealing dino eggs.

An honest living.

Stealing.

Kind of ironic, don’t you think?

Besides, why take out the weasel if the asteroid is just gonna take us out?

So much sight.

So little vision.

If we stop the weasel and his friends from diverting the asteroid.

Kablooie!

It kills the weasel and everyone else while we glide safely above it all.

It’ll be our paradise.

That’s seems highly implausible.

Just from a scientific standpoint.

Fine.

It’s a great plan.

Dynamite!

One of the top three or four species annihilation plans I’ve ever heard.

That’s better.

Now let’s make sure that asteroid hits.

Why can’t we just fear the apocalypse like a normal family?