Dinosaurs (1991–1994): Season 4, Episode 7 - Changing Nature - full transcript

The series finale: Every May 14th the Bunch Beetles are supposed to return to Pangea and the eat the rapidly growing cider poppies; but only one Beetle remains as the WeSaySo wax fruit factory has killed them all. B.P. enlists Earl's assistance as the company attempts to fix the poppy problem by bombing the entire continent with defoliant which kills all plant life. Richfield next decides making it rain will bring the plants back, and to make it rain they need clouds, and they decide to make clouds by dropping bombs in volcanoes; but snow falls instead and the newscaster predicts the clouds will block out the sun for tens of thousands of years. Earl apologizes to his family for taking nature for granted over technology and bringing about the end of the world as they ponder what will become of them.

Today, May 14th

is, as every schoolchild knows, the day
every year

the swarm beetles
return to Pangea.

Yes, the annual migration of
Billions of these wonderful insects.

Fills the sky with one
stunning color rainbow.

While the tension
before the first sight of the beetles rises

everyone sees with the least
Feeling of beauty
8th

the sky.

"Gas Flowmeter
set to the desired level."

I'm hungry. Where's the food?

You've been shooting for more than an hour
around the stupid grill.



Fran, this is not a simple barbecue.

This is a cutting-edge, gas-powered
Outdoor Meat Dangerous Preparations system.

The bugs will show up any moment.

Leave that or you missed
the wonderful spectacle.

You want to over
to talk a wonderful spectacle?

Look at this LED display.

With the old grill
That never took that long.

There are always
Resistance in the new, right?

Well, I'm not scared.

Modern technology
may frighten little things,

but if I have this pyromatics 5000
master, we eat the future.

So. Perfect grilled.

See, it starts.

- Where?
- The bugs!



No, I meant the television broadcast.

Well, Katie, we just separate moments,

until the swarm beetles return
in something that just as

a spectacular color palette
can be designated.

Are not they?
The most notable little guys?

Return punctually every year
on the 14th of May.

And one more interesting detail:

Scarab beetles eat this annoying
Climbing flower just blooming.

My goodness, the climbing flower
is everywhere this year.

The bugs are just in time.

Yes.

My mission manager is just telling me
that the beetles

- to be expected in ten seconds.
- Yes.

Katie, are you helping me with the countdown?

But like.

Ten, nine...

Eight seven,

- six, five, four...
- Two, four, twelve, nine...

- Three two one...
- Nine, nine, nine...

Zero!

Are they really tiny?

Funny. They never came too late.

- There is an unexpected delay.
- Yes.

Looks like it's going to take a while.
Shall we eat?

Yes, yes, let us eat! Eat!

I wonder what has happened to them.

These are just beetles.

What does that matter?

Honey I'm home.

While the climbing flower in fragrant,
but annoying abundance continues to grow,

we pay attention to that
Disappearance of the swarm beetles,

the normally
destroy the climbing flowers,

regardless of losses.

And so everyone in the
entire nation, even in the least

knows what's happening in the world:
"What's up with the beetles?"

What about my beer?

I turned it off here and...

There it is!

What do you think happened to them?

Well, I have a theory.

Maybe they were halfway here,

when they realized that the stove
was still on, and had to turn back.

That's why I'm always late.

That's stupid.

Now let the babble go
and help me cut flowers.

OK...

Hi. What a landing!
Where can I find the baggage claim?

Hey, you're one of the swarm beetles.

Yes, because we travel in swarms.
Where are the others?

Where have you been?

It was too stupid. I was
half way and I remembered:

I had the stove on!

I told you.

Yes / Yes. Now you are here.

So start eating.
The climbing flowers take over.

I'm not here to eat.
I am looking for a bride in the swamp.

But what about the flowers?
You should be crazy about them.

I have only one thing in my head
and that is not a salad.

Hi Beauty.

Hey, hey, that's my daughter.

I mean only.

So the swamp is your mating area?

Yes baby. I have to go there fast.

We swarm beetles
only have a short life.

I have to find a bride in the swamp
and mate me.

Because in two weeks I'm dead.

Boy, so much for biological clock.

Yes, but it's ok
because my legacy lives on.

Billions of swarm beetles
swarm around

and eat climbing flowers.

So it's the baby bugs,
who eat the climbing flowers.

And they come every moment?

If I go off and do my duty.

Why are we wasting
then valuable TV time?

Come on, Roy.

- You doubted my hearth story.
- Come on!

Ok, sweetie, I'm gone.
I'm in the phone book.

No, wait, sir...

Stan.

Stan. Do you know where the swamp is?

Is this a joke? swarm beetle
have been doing this for millennia.

We have finely tuned Radardinger.

So, there and by the stool over?

You got lost, right?

Something's wrong with my Radardingern.

I'll tell you something, Stan.
Should I take you there?

You like me, right?

What is? Am I too small for you?

Listen, Stan,

you are an insect, I am a reptile.
That will not do.

You mean when I convert...

We are here to find the swamp.
He's right behind the thicket.

Yes, here are the sweeties.

And leave the nonsense, ok?

But... where is...
Where is the... The...

You call that a swamp?

He was right here!

But they concreted your mating area
and built a wax factory!

That's pretty disappointing.

How should I find brides without swamp?

There are no brides.

Where are all the swarm beetles?

Stand aside, sister.
There is still such a bug.

I thought we all got caught.

Stop! This is a swarm beetle.

Hey, there is no more swarm.

- You killed them all?
- I had to.

The day is getting terrible.

Hey, that's a brand new,
ultra-modern factory.

We can not need a bug.

They are from the intake valves
sucked. Not nice.

But swarm beetles are
an important part of the ecosystem.

We need them.

Hey, little one, if we need something,
then it is this factory.

Grow wax fruits
not on trees, after all.

Earl, what are we going to do
because of all the climbing flowers?

They grow faster,
when I can tear her out.

That's because you are
on old-fashioned handwork leaves.

Yes, relax
and let the technology do that.

Here you go.

Mario puppet.

Chaos reigns in the city today,

while the climbing flower plague
continues to obstruct traffic

and interrupt daily trading.

Leave me alone!

That's just coming in.

A pangean teen
claims the secret of

to know disappeared swarm beetle.

We'll talk to her soon.

Let's talk live
with Miss Charlene Sinclair.

Hi.

My goodness! That's Charlene!

How exciting!

Did she have to wear these earrings?

Miss Sinclair, can you contact us
accurately report what you have discovered?

Sure. Stan.

- How are you? Am I on TV?
- Yes.

And what is your relationship
to Miss Sinclair?

That's a very personal question...

- We are only good friends.
- She wants me.

Stan is a swarm beetle.

Actually, he is
the last swarm beetle,

because everyone else is from the
Treufuss company were destroyed.

GOOD FOOT

Yes, Mr. Getty. I can see it right now.

So you say that you are a trustee
ultimately responsible is

for the current climbing flower crisis?

Yes, you cold-hearted pursuit of success
resulted

in complete destruction
a complete ecosystem.

To which I belong.

Yes, sir. a nightmare
the public relations.

We destroyed their mating area
and extinguished an entire species.

All dead.

- And for what?
- What?

Wax fruit.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Wax fruit is important.

The ability to produce wax fruits
differentiates us from the animal world.

She talks about things
she does not understand.

She is... She is...

In the kitchen! Out of the way!

This is progress
for the sake of progress.

Stop! Hey! Stop! Hey, wait, wait!
I want to say something.

Daddy?

They interview me.

Yes? It's time for an opposite,
responsible opinion.

- What?
- That's nonsense!

Progress is good.

Brought progress
the electric toothbrush.

Brought progress
Potato chips in tennis ball cans.

That's right.

Sure, it had to
some sacrifices are made.

A forest here, a few species there.

But ultimately we do not like to sacrifice them
for big progress?

As...

Like microwave oven!

Yes! Yes, you want
talk about progress?

That frees the toasting
from any guesswork.

Hey, wait, sir. I have an idea.

If we found a concerned citizen,

with all my heart
believe in what we do

and voluntarily this
Climbing flower problem solved for us?

Yes, sir. There is
few socially minded citizens,

that are so naive, but...

Keep your tinker owl.

I want a fax machine,
that I can take to the beach.

But I know where to find one.

During the climbing flower crisis
reached her second week,

now seems to be a solution in sight.

An independent crisis team
concerned citizens

has the plan
the entire supercontinent with a

powerful chemical defoliants
to spray.

At a press conference, answered

the crisis staff boss,
Earl Sinclair, today reporter questions.

Mr. Sinclair, is 'defoliant'
not just another word for poison?

Poison is such a tough word.

We on the crisis team prefer that
botanical never-again juice.

And where does it come from?
This "never-again juice"?

He was generous to us provided

from a worried industrialist,
1000% behind us.

And that would be?

- The would be...
- He wants to remain anonymous.

Will you really
cover the entire continent with poison?

Is not there a safer alternative?

For example?

The tendrils
to cut back as often as possible.

To live with some discomfort

and to hope that nature
restore the balance.

This is uncomfortable and time consuming.

My plan is exciting,
striking and highly technical.

But did you test
Is this stuff safe?

Oh please.

Mr. Richfield assures us
that defoliant

in controlled application
as safe as mother's milk.

That's up to you. I disappear.

Stay away from this door!

- What?
- You're spraying tonight.

Nobody leaves the house.

Hey, the helicopters are coming!

Listen, they spray.

Look! Pudding!

Sky. Maybe
I should get the laundry in.

Too late. Hey, I'm calling the head office.

Let's see if it works.

Come on.

Well, Dad was right.
It destroys the plants.

And pales the color of the garden furniture.

Good morning. The extended spraying
from the air last night

has succeeded
all climbing flowers destroyed.

Unfortunately, it also has the entire
the rest of the plant world was killed.

The breakfast is gone.

So it seems the solution of the
Crisis staff for the climbing flower problem

caused an environmental catastrophe.

Someone is in trouble.

Good morning everyone.
Is not that a nice day?

Earl, have you seen outside?

Your spray has
destroy all plants on earth!

Mischief, Frannie.
In an operation of this magnitude

there are of course
a few unpredictable victims.

But do not lose us
in wild exaggerations.

So...

Maybe we took yes
a little too much poison.

Something? Your stupid spray
has destroyed the entire plant world.

Hey, what are you complaining about?
You did not like a salad.

You have the global food chain
destroyed. Without plants no food.

Nonsense, there are loads
commercial snacks

almost no natural ingredients.

Earl, from little chick
we can not live!

Me, yes!

Hey, do not panic.

Our tactical advisor

I know for sure
how to bring the plants back

How the hell should I know that?

I am a big industrialist, not a gardener!

Heavens, sir, we really should
undertake something.

People get nervous when they do
afraid to never eat anything again.

OK. Give me a minute.
All right, all right.

This is about plants, yes?

- Yes.
- So, what makes plants grow?

Earth?

When you talk to them gently?

Rain! We have to rain.
That's all it takes!

But how?

I know it! Tell everyone
they should wash their cars.

Then it always rains.

Hey, we could all bathe.

No, stop.
That brings the phone to ringing.

Flap! I already have a plan!

If it is raining, we need clouds.

And how do you make clouds?

Volcanoes, you idiot!

They spit out big, puffy clouds,
when they break out.

So we just have a lot of volcanoes
to get out.

But how, sir?

We throw bombs at them.

I do not know, sir. It sounds,
as we were waging war against nature.

- Exactly!
- But, sir,

our last big rescue operation
somehow backfired.

We should think twice
before we let hellfire rain.

Extreme problems
require extreme solutions.

Do not lose your faith now
to the power of technology.

Right, Mr. Crisis Chief?

Yes, sir.

We bomb.

See the big black clouds!

If they do not mean rain,
then I do not know.

Hey, Frannie, can you use the heater
to turn up? It gets cold.

Frannie?

Hey, what's up with you?
This is a reason to celebrate.

Wait a while with the victory dance, Fettmops.

Earl, you look at it better.

Unfortunately, the last one failed

Tactics of the crisis staff
tragically again,

with thick black clouds of sulfurgas
and soot, which now covers the entire planet.

Cover and block the sun,
so the global temperatures

drop abruptly.

Then we get
maybe snow instead of rain.

What does it matter?

When the sun comes out
and the snow melts,

There is plenty of water.

And then dive
all the plants back on like crooks.

Considering the thickness of the cloud cover

scientists expect
that it takes tens of thousands of years,

before the sun
shining in Pangea again.

Does anyone want...
A refreshment drink?

What is there now
to whine, Sinclair?

Sir, I'm afraid we're one this time
tiny little breath gone too far.

I do not know what you are talking about.

This sudden cold snap
is a godsend.

Dinosaurs are rushing to the shops,
to buy trustfuss heaters,

Treufuß ceiling

and old-fashioned peanuts cocoa powder.

This will be the best third quarter
in the history.

Sir, I'm afraid it could
be the last quarter of the story.

Sinclair, you will not
to an eco-doomsay prophet.

"It's raining acid!"

"There's a hole in the ozone!"
"You hurt pinball!"

Nothing but environmental apostles, cowards!

They stand
always in the way of progress

and we have to flatten it!

I think you do not understand, sir.

The world could go down!

That's a problem
for the fourth quarter.

Come on time, bomb comes.

Right now my biggest problem is
to decide

what I should do with all the money!

Could you please hear it all?
I have something to say.

First, Stan,
I have to apologize to you.

Yeah, sure, anyway.

The wax fruit factory on your
Mating area was wrong.

Certainly waxy fruit is important, but...

Swarm beetle too.

That's very nice of you, Earl.

But I'm still sad.

Maybe if somebody wants me
to take her comforting breast...

Understood.

And the rest of you
I also owe an apology.

For that, the end of the world and

of civilization
and to have triggered everything.

I always knew
that you will eat it.

I just did not know how much.

Mother, he apologized.

I know, I believe too much
of progress and technology

and had too little respect for nature.

But it is so easy, nature
to take for granted.

And technology is bright, shiny and new.

We understand, honey.

Understand, what?

Well, little one, what happened was...

Daddy was responsible for that
World and did not take good care of her.

And now it looks like
as if no more

a lot of world left over for you,
your brother and sister.

Are we moving?

No.

There is no place
to which one can pull.

This is the only world we have.

But what happens to us then?

I do not know exactly.

But whatever it is,
nobody will ever leave you.

That's right, kid.
We all stay together.

Yes.

Yes. Yes and hey,
I'm sure it will turn out well.

The dinosaurs are already
on Earth for 150 million years.

And we will not just...

...disappear.

The look
on the long-term weather forecast

continues to show snow,
darkness and extreme cold.

I'm Mario puppet.

Good night.

Goodbye.