In the park, after rescuing the wooly elephant, the mammoth has collapsed again.

This time, though, there's someone to help.

And medical attention.

Susan is already hard at work treating the mammoth.

The biggest problem she faces now is cleaning up her wounds.

The mammoth has a large gash across her right shoulder.

Within it is the source of the wound: a flint spear head.

Susan has never treated a mammoth,

but she has treated elephants, which aren't too different.

One big difference, though, however is how much fat they have.

In mammoths, it's an amazing three inches.

Susan removes the spearhead, then places antibiotics in the wound. She's reluctant to seal it, though.

"Don't stitch it up, it'll heal over, she'll just have a scar."

Nigel is just busy, watching this in its den.

"As much as I want to help Susan with this, this isn't my field. Still, Susan is the best there is, so the mammoth is probably going to recover. I've already decided on her name: Martha."

Eventually, Susan is able to fix Martha's wounds.

Once that is handled, Prehistoric Park has to deal with a different issue. One that is, fortunately, much easier to solve.

Around the park, residents are digging into their food.

Chief among them are the newest residents: the cave bear, who needs to make up lost calories from hibernation, and the wooly rhinos, who had been pushed to the brink of exhaustion searching for food.

Everyone is enjoying their meals.

Almost everyone, that is, except for Martha the mammoth.

Nigel has travelled to Mammoth Mount to immediately assess the issue.

It is a small hill between the savannah the elephants live on and the park's tundra.

Here, Martha lives all on her own. And she isn't eating. Nigel has no idea why. But had to think of something fast.

"I don't get it. She should be starving, but she hasn't touched the grass. This is not a good thing. If she doesn't eat, she won't recover from her injuries."

For Nigel, this isn't an easily solved problem.

"I can't figure out why she isn't eating. Maybe the grass is different from what she's used to?"

Nigel's already formulating a plan to solve this problem when Bob radios in. Something was urgently needed to be looked at.

"Nigel, you gotta come to T. rex Hill right now! There's something you need to see!"

At T. rex Hill, something important is definitely indeed going on.

"Bob, what happened?"

"I found the alverezsaur. Problem is, he's in there and I can't get him out and up ahead are the sleeping T-Rex's."

Sure enough, the maroon dinosaur is within the perimeters of the T. rex Hill's fences.

And he's right immediately next to a sleeping Terence.

All of the Tyrannosaurus's are just napping after their lunch.

This makes them safe to approach, but it makes rescuing the rather vocal alverezsaur without waking up the tyrants very, very difficult.

"Oh dear. Bob, do you have any bait?"

"Yes, Nigel, but we need to get his attention before any of the -"

Bob's reply is cut off by a high pitched chirp with the fences of T. rex Hill.

Nigel and Bob turn and find that the source of the sound is the alverezsaur.

Who's chirping at Terence.

Who has woken up.

Nigel and Bob can only stare in horror as the giant carnivore opens his mouth upon catching sight of the tiny, furry dinosaur in front of him, which promptly begins... pecking between his teeth?

Nigel and Bob can now only stare in confusion as the giant dinosaur allows it's smaller cousin to peck at its mouth.

For Nigel, though, it doesn't take long to figure out obviously why.

"Now I get it. In Africa, birds known as plovers clean the teeth of crocodiles after big meals. These guys must do the same for tyrannosaurs. He must have been looking for mouths to clean the food remnants from. It's okay Bob, he's safe from harm. At least, for the time being..."

It looks like this crisis has been averted. At least..... for now.....

For the time being, the adults were up and about as their offspring are asleep, marking their territory.

And roar as loudly as possible, in a way of broadcasting a warning.

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As Jacklyn, Nellie, Tina and Crusher Jr all ran off to play, their parents were being all too affectionate with each other, especially to where Crusher starts to tickle Rexy's stomach, and then her neck, making her laugh hysterically loud.

"Crusher, p-p-p-p-pppplllllleeeeaaaassssseeee s-st-stttttt-ttttt-ooooopppppp!" *coughs, laughs hysterically* "I, *laughs* can't breathe! I'm s-s-seriousssssss!" Rexy pleaded, laughing still.

Crusher smirks as his mate looked at him, laughing and panting from being tickled... before tickling her again... Rexy then laughs even more.

"Crusher, please s-s-sttttoooooppppp! I'm literally s-s-serious right now! You're being silly!" Crusher moves his snout to her neck, nudging it playfully.

"Hahahahahahahahhahaha!" Laughed Rexy, who was beginning to laugh a little more, and also panting even more.

*pants, coughs, laughs*

"I'm serious, my king.." Crusher stops, letting his mate have some fresh air for a while, before he begins to kiss her on the lips, Rexy returns the gesture, kissing him back, as her tongue was in his mouth, their eyes closed as they kiss.

But as the hatchlings played up ahead, they played a game of tag, all day long.

Chasing each other about all day, until a Nanotyrannus, recently smuggled from the North American Cretaceous Period, intruded in the Rex's territory.

The hatchlings saw the intruder, and immediately ran back to their parents, chirping for help.

As Rexy and her mate continue to exhibit affection towards one another, they stopped.. only to hear chirping, and another. Until hearing a roar in the distance. They knew that it wasn't friendly.

The hatchlings then ran behind their parents and hid.

Rexy: Tina, Nellie, Jr, Jacklyn, and Harry, what's going on here? Is something wrong?

Before they could say anything to their mother, their father immediately knew the answer.

Crusher: They wanted to tell you that they saw what looks to be an intruder, and it's somewhere in the distance.

The hatchlings nodded and chirped at their parents, agreeing with what they are saying.