Novelization of the screenplay with an 8-page color insert. This format tells the entire story of the movie from start to finish. Young readers will follow along on Manny, Sid and Diego's journey, learning as these three pals do, that just chillin' with friends can be incredibly cool!
CHAPTER ONE
Freezing wind swept across a barren plain of ice.
A little squirrel-like critter called a scrat scurried over the
wasteland. The scrat carried a big acorn in his mouth.
He stopped and tried to jam his acorn into the ice, hoping to store his
winter harvest. No matter how hard the scrat pushed, the acorn wouldn't
break through the frozen crust. He hopped on it, forcing it down with
all his weight.
With a frighteningly loud groan, a zigzagging crack broke the ice near
the acorn. The scrat watched with wide, frightened eyes as the crack
lengthened, unzipping across the icy plain, snapping a mountainous
glacier in half. One piece of the glacier slammed into another, setting
off a domino effect. Vast sections of ice tumbled onto the white field.
The scrat screamed. The falling mountains of ice crashed all around him,
squashing the landscape, flattening trees. Grabbing his acorn, the tiny
animal skittered across the plain. A tunnel of ice formed around him,
narrowing suddenly, trapping him. He pushed forward, trying to force his
way out. After a moment, the pressure of the moving ice behind him shot
the scrat out of the tiny tunnel. He launched into the bright blue sky.
As he soared through the air, he spotted his acorn sailing beside him.
He grabbed it and smiled.
Then the scrat noticed how high above the ground he was. He screamed
again, dropping his acorn and plunging toward the plain below.
With a loud thud, the scrat hit the ground. After a few moments, he sat
up, dazed. His acorn whacked him on the head, knocking him down again.
He sat up once more before he was squashed again, this time by a giant
foot.
When the foot lifted, the scrat peered around groggily. Through swirling
dust, he could see a vast convoy of enormous animals heading south
through a gigantic broken pass in the ice wall. Another heavy foot
squished the scrat, and he stuck to the hoof like a chewed-up piece of
gum. The scrat whimpered as he was dragged away from his acorn.
Near the front of the migration line, two freaky mammals waddled south.
One craned his head toward his companion. "But how do we know
it's an Ice Age?" he asked.
"Because of all the ice!" the other freaky mammal yelled.
The ground began to shake with thunderous footsteps. A gigantic,
majestic creature lumbered through the crowd like an eighteen-wheel
truck driving the wrong way through traffic. The giant animal had thick,
matted orange-brown fur and sweeping, curved tusks. His name was
Manfred.
"Spread out! Comin' through," the mammoth announced.
Little animals scurried out of Manfred's path. "Where're you goin'?" one
animal called out.
"What are you doing?" another one shouted. "We're migrating here!"
A family of stocky beasts with stubby little trunks watched the woolly
mammoth fight his way against traffic.
"Hey!" the father shouted to Manfred. "Do the world a favor and move
your issues off the road!"
Manfred whipped out his trunk and grabbed the creature around the neck,
pulling him close. "If my trunk was that small," he growled, "I wouldn't
draw attention to myself, pal."
The animal trembled. "Give me a break," he muttered. "We've been
waddling all day."
Manfred glanced up and saw the rest of the family watching with worried
eyes. The burly mammoth sighed and put the father down on the ground.
"Ah, go ahead, follow the crowd," he said.
J.E. Bright is a pseudonym for a widely published author of children’s books who has contributed to the popular Roswell High, Sweet Valley High, and Love Stories series.