It started when Sid, in his usual clumsy fashion, chased a rolling "shiny stone" that turned out to be a frozen tropical fruit. He slipped through a narrow crevasse, sliding down a natural ice-chute for what felt like miles. When he finally landed, the air wasn’t freezing. It was humid, thick with the scent of damp earth and oversized flowers.

"Sid?" Manny called out, his breath no longer visible in the warm air. "If you’ve been eaten by something prehistoric, give us a sign!"

They found Sid, but he wasn't alone. He was currently being used as a chew toy by a baby Baryonyx —a dinosaur that shouldn't exist. Before Manny could intervene, the ground shook. A shadow loomed over them: the mother, a towering predator with scales the color of dried blood.