 Battalion! Warrior of the Woodland! Ranger Bill, Warrior of the Woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the Guardian of the Forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions. Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. Hello there, boys and girls. Today's story is one that ought to keep you guessing right up to the very end. It did us, I know that. We were all involved in it one way or another, Stumpy and Grey Wolf and even Henry. It was one of those times when you absolutely can't believe what you see and can't believe what you hear and you end up wondering what to believe. It all happened not so very long ago out in the state of Utah in what is called the Badlands. The Badlands is the name the earliest explorers gave to this part of our country. Because it was just exactly that, bad. Just rocks and bare windswept mountains and sand and dust, no water or hardly any, and many few trees and bushes. A miserable place no matter how you look at it. But that's where this adventure took place. I call it one million years ago. A million years. A million years. That's what they are. A million years old. Watch. Watch where? Oh, Morgan, the cliff. The cliff over there. The most perfect cliff in the world. Hundreds of feet high. Nearly a mile long and almost perfectly flat. Straight up and down smooth grayish white rock. Get the idea, Morgan? Get the idea? Well, no. I can't say I do. Maybe you better go over it again, slow. Oh, Morgan, you wear me out. You wear me out. Well, but Mr. Vellandingham. Don't talk, Morgan. Please don't talk. Just watch. And watch. And listen. And don't keep repeating everything I say. You make me nervous. Okay, Mr. Vellandingham. Are you ready now? Yes, Mr. Vellandingham. What do you want me to do? Good. Now just watch. That's all. Okay. Now. Now be quiet. Don't move. Just watch. Over there at the cliff. Don't be along in a minute. You can hear them now, but you can't see them. You will, though. You will. Oh, my. Kind of spooky. All them funny-looking trees with big fat leaves. Mrs. Oig vegetation. Authentic to the very last detail. I never see such trees. Of course not. Ah, now they're beginning to stir. Here comes the first one. Isn't he a beaut? Scampering along there like a great big rabbit. See him? Yeah. Only he looks more like a horse to me. Kind of a half rabbit and half horse. Of course. He's Eohippus. The two-toed horse. The great, great, great, great grandfather of old Dobbin. See him scamper. Here comes the rest of his family. Looks like they're scared of something. Like me. Yes. Looking up into the air. No wonder. Here it comes. Black, glistening wings. Like Polly's patent leather. Exactly. Those claws, those talons. That beak. And a 40-foot wing spread. It's flying right over them little horses and hippie hippo hooses. It's seen them. It's diving. Oh, dear. But it sees them. They see it too. They can run into those hole-hanging trees. There they go. Oh, good. And there he goes. Back over the mountain. The world's first bird of prey. The pterodactyl. Oh, I'm glad he didn't see them little horses. Hey, what's that? It's a phallodon. He's like a monstrous bear. But a bear with scales instead of fur. I never see such animals. Now, what's that? Diplodocus. And over there by those tall trees is a magatharum. He weighs 20,000 pounds, but he wouldn't hurt a flea. Just the same. Hey, now there's some animals. I know what they are. They're elephants. No, no, Morgan. Those aren't elephants. They look like elephants, but they're not. Did you ever see elephants with heavy coats of long, brown hair? No, Reddy's brown. And with tusks 25 feet long, tusks so long and heavy, they have to slide them along the ground. No, come to think of it, I didn't. I can't say I have, but if they're main elephants, what are they? They're mammoths, Morgan. Great hairy mammoths. Well, hey, there's a baby mammoth. My goodness, I never thought it could be a baby one of them things. But there it is. Yes, but oh, my. Well, Mr. Vellandingham, do you see what I see? Certainly, the largest animal that ever lived, the largest, the dear old Cagandosaurus. 60 feet long if he's an inch. Well, that neck of his must be 20 feet long. Longer. Well, he'll probably eat them mammoths up at one go. Cagandosaurus, not him, because he is all he eats is grass. Right. Well, then they're mammoths. They know he ain't dangerous. Well, they ain't even moving out of his way. Look at him bump into them, poking his head around. Like, he looks as though he ain't got much sense. He hasn't. With all that size, his brain isn't as big as an ori. Well, just the same. I, I, I, I, I, I. What's the matter, Morgan? Coming up the valley. That, that, that. That what? That, that, that terrible, terrible monster. Yes, Morgan. Here he comes, king of the prehistoric world. The fiercest, most dangerous animal that ever walked the face of the earth. Oh, the, the, the teeth, the long fangs, the honey scales, the, the, the raven and jaws. Hey, hey. Yes. It looks like he's going to, he's going to attack one of them giganduses. And, and it looks like the giganduses is, is going to fight back. Of course, he's fighting for his life and he knows it. Trilosaurus Rex is a carnivore, a meat eater. And with those, with his tremendous size and strength, his fangs, he's the most dreadful and terrifying and horrible creature to ever walk the face of the earth. And there he is, right in plain sight. He's getting closer. Can't you stop it? I can, but I won't. Oh, there they go. Oh, look at them flying. I made some lemonade, just in case. Here you are. Thank you, Henry. Thank you. There, Bill and Grey Wolf around. Thank you, see him come in a while back. Look, a tired couple of coyotes has been chasing Jack Rabbit. Here, here, here they be. How? How yourself, and see how you like it. Oh, stop it. Hey, Grey Wolf, Bill, have any luck? Oh, we got a lot of fresh air. It's about all. Where have you been, if you don't mind my asking? Oh, we don't mind. We go hunting. Hunting? This time of year, there's nothing to hunt. Well, depending on what you hunt for. Oh? This time we not hunt for deer, bear, antelope, usual kind of game. Well then, what kind of game did you hunt for? Dinosaurs. Dinosaurs? What on earth are you? Oh, yeah, I get it. You're out on an expedition, sort of, looking for dinosaur bones. No, not dinosaur bones. Dinosaurs. Hey, Grey, well, this is a fiercely hot day, and you've been right out in it, right in the sun. Are you sure you feel all right? I feel fine. But, but, but... Maybe I better explain before you explode, Henry. But, but... Henry sounds like a motorboat! Maybe you better let Bill explain. Well, it's like this. We have been out hunting dinosaurs, pal. Oh, no. Oh, not you too, Bill. I can't stand it. Well, dinosaurs, all right? But the last of the dinosaurs died a million years ago. Yeah, we know. And that's what makes it such a strange assignment. Henry, for several weeks now, or maybe a couple of months, we kept on getting the weirdest reports from up in the Badlands. Oh, that's where those scientists and expeditions keep digging up those own dinosaur bones. Up in that big, flat valley, the one that has a tremendous cliff all along one side. Is that where you mean? Yeah, exactly. And if the reports we've been getting just were about dinosaur bones, that wouldn't have meant anything at all. But these reports, these reports, Henry, have all been about live dinosaurs. What?! Well, we look for tracks. No tracks there, but ground dry and hard, rocky, much wind, tracks that get blown away fast. Couldn't find a sign of anything out of the ordinary. Two men up there, they haven't seen anything. Two men? Prospectors? No, gold up there. More likely them are bone diggers, the scientific failures. Archaeologists? Paleontologists? That's what it said. Yeah, they're up there looking for specimens. Plenty old bones there. They even showed us some that they'd unearthed. What, no live dinosaurs? Nope, just bones. Do you mean to say all these different people saw these live dinosaurs in broad daylight? No, no they didn't. Hey, wait a minute. Maybe you've given us some sort of a clue as to what's going on up there, Henry. All the people that saw the dinosaurs moving around saw them on a moonlit night. Well, there should be the badlands. No wonder they call it that. Seems like there's somebody digging here all the time. Lots of them being colleges down here, the Harvards and the Elves, all themselves as bone diggers. Oh, it's a mighty big valley. Used to be a marsh, Bill said. Dry as a bone, now though. Dry as a bone, I said. Nothing but bones here now. He said he's dry as a bone. Joe, get it? I got it. Hey, Henry, something's moving down there. You see the dust swirling around? Yeah. That's those two paleontologists. They're cats down there. Say, let's pay them a visit. Well, sure, why not? Each plum down hill all the way. Let's go. Come on, Morgan, get on your feet. Look alive. Grab one of those shovels. Gotta pretend to be digging. What for? We're getting cut, and that's why. Come on, get up. Hi there. You'll find us hard at work. Come on, get busy and dig, Morgan. Seems like a pretty hot day to be digging. We scientists are taught not to mind the weather. Let me introduce myself. My name is Valandingham. This is my assistant, Morgan. Hi, my name's Henry, and this is Stumpy. Howdy. Show our guests some of our recent finds. Oh, yeah, so here. Wow. Sure is a big thing. What is it? I should say, what was it? Why, it's a find. We haven't been able to classify it just as yet. Isn't that right, Morgan? Right, Mr. Valandingham. Plenty of them bones here, that's for sure. Yes, I know a great many scientific expeditions have been here. A rich field, a very rich field. Of course, all they found was bones. What do you mean? You ain't seen any live dinosaurs, have you? Why, no. No, of course not. Live dinosaurs, that's ridiculous. That's absurd. Whatever gave you that idea. It ain't my idea. Lots of folks have been telling it around that they saw live dinosaurs right here in this here valley, right here. Preposterous. Are you digging into the flesh to see the Jurassic or the Mesozoic strata? Well, right now we're digging in the... You were telling, Morgan? What? Excuse me, you really didn't want to tell, because you're on the track of something special and so it's something that's a secret. Yeah, that's it, it's a secret all right. You understand how it is. Sure, I shouldn't have asked. Well, Stumpy, let's go. Goodbye, Mr. Vleningham, Mr. Morgan. So long. We'll let you know if we see any live dinosaurs. So long. Yeah, I can imagine. Henry, there's something about them fellas that don't ring true. Uh-huh. One thing, two things really. They didn't even know what kind of a bone that was they'd found. Yep. They didn't seem to know any of those scientific terms I ask about. The stuff we learned at school. Yep. But what I noticed was their hands. Their hands? A prospect or a scientist or anybody that digs all day is going to have calluses on their hands. And them fellas' hands were smooth as silk. They never dug up no bones, no where, no how, no shriek. Two more people come here today, plenty scared. Yeah. Three dinosaurs last night, green ones, gray ones and red mammoths. They mentioned the colors? Yep, mentioned the colors. Well just that, say Bill, young bone diggers we've seen, like I say, they ain't dug up nothing, never. That's right, Bill. Green Wolf, I think you and I should pay another call to Mr. Vleningham and Mr. Morgan. Any time. You get any information on either one from Washington. No, nothing. Vleningham has been a promoter of various projects, real estate mostly, and Morgan has had a series of odd jobs, sort of a drifter. Somebody's right, I think. Whatever they are or whatever they're up to, they certainly aren't bona fide paleontologists. How come they not see dinosaurs? Right there! On the spot. Plenty of people see dinosaurs. But not them. I wish I could see some, some dinosaurs. Me too. Likewise. Hey, Bill! What, Henry? I'm sitting here. What can write at that calendar on the wall behind your desk? And why? It's the kind that shows the changes of the moon. And she's going to be a full moon tonight. Hey, Stumpy. Yep. But you and I go back there, again. I thought so. What's the matter, Bill? Storm warning, real wolf. I've been waiting for it. All this hot weather, drought, low pressure area on the way, and fast. Oh, that means sandstorm this time of year. Yeah. We're a bad one, I miss my guess. Well, we've had our warnings out for three days now. We're a good visitor. Looks like it's in a hurry. No good run so fast on such a hot day. All right, come in. You're the forest ranger? We got something to report. You told us there were dinosaurs. Live ones in the valley where we've been digging. We didn't believe you. What we got are now. Look here, these pictures I took. Pictures? Yeah, tracks. Hundreds of them. The sand's been drifting pretty deep lately so we could see tracks. Look here. Giant three-toned feet. Big claw up behind there, see? And look, that jagged furrow in between the foot tracks. Just like the kind of mark that would be made by a big, dragging, scaly tail. I took these pictures this morning. They're proof. Proof that they're alive dinosaurs in that valley. And show them the pictures of the bushes. Oh, yeah. Look here. See this chaparral and mesquite bushes all cut down? But cut down raggedy. Cut down in sweeps. Cut down by the stroke of a horny, scaly tail. Well, aren't you going to say anything? You seem to be doing all the talking, Mr. Volanigan. This evidence certainly seems indisputable, even so I'd like to go out to that valley and see for myself. See if perhaps I might even catch a glimpse of those living dinosaurs. Good. And then if you did, why, you'd tell everybody. What's that? Well, I mean that everybody would know about the dinosaurs if you saw them officially. If I did see any live dinosaurs, I'd make my regular report in the usual way. However, the whole matter will have to wait for a few days. Why? You've had urgent storm warnings. What appears to be a very severe, even dangerous sandstorm is headed this way. I suggest you and your partner stay in a hotel in town until it blows over. What? Leave all... I mean, well, we have all sorts of scientific equipment out there. We have to take care of it. Isn't that correct, Morgan? Yeah. But there's scientific junk as mighty tricky. So, thank you for your advice, Mr. Ranger, but we'll have to hurry back. Just a little puff of wind and a few grains of sand can detour the true scientific attitude. I've given you the formal warning. I can't very well arrest you and detain you, but you should not go. Mr. Ranger, we scientists just have to protect our... Investment. Well, not exactly, but that's the general idea. Come along, Morgan. Come along. Mr. Volandigan, wait a minute. They gone, Bill, gone fast. Yeah. Now, Gray Wolf, I guess they just didn't believe me. No. They're men of mystery, Gray Wolf. Somehow or other, I think that they have the key to this whole affair, those live dinosaurs. But just how they fit in is more than I can figure out. However, right now, my real concern is the weather. That sandstorm hits. Volandigan and Morgan and the dinosaurs are going to be in trouble. Real trouble. What's the matter? He keeps turning up at the sky, Stuffy. There's nothing up there. I don't like the looks of her, Henry. And that's a fact. See how she's got that sickly yellow curtain? Well, yeah. Well, not to mention it. In the old time, we'll tell you that when the sky is yellow like that, it means the storm's brewing. Who's afraid of a rainstorm? This ain't no rainstorm. Henry, it's a sandstorm. Stuffy, we've come all the way over to this valley again to see if we could see those live dinosaurs. Well, I sure hate to turn around and go back now just because the sky has a funny color. Come on, let's look for dinosaurs. What's the matter with you? Oh, nothing, I guess. Well, get busy. The sky's clouding over, getting dark. It's got that funny yellow color. There's ought to be a good time to see some dinosaurs. Well, let's go. Well, I don't like the looks of things. Well, who asked you? Get ready now. You and I are going to see some dinosaurs. If anybody else that happens to be anywhere in this valley, I'll see them too. Oh, what's the matter, Morgan? What's the matter? You scared? I just don't like it, that's all. I don't like any part of it, the way I was hearing the desert and the dinosaurs. Oh, for a grown man, Morgan, you act like a mighty scared one. Don't tell me you're getting afraid of those dinosaurs. Mr. Blandingham, I just... What was that? Nothing but a puff of wind. Buck up, get ready. We're going to see some dinosaurs. Who is getting dark? You see the clouds piled up there in the west? Still after noon, but almost dark as night. Yep. Say, there's that big flat cliff they all talked about. Where everybody saw the dinosaurs. We're almost there. Yeah, it's not going all closer. Them dinosaurs is around. I ain't a hankering to get anywhere. Henry, take a look. Take a look. I am looking, and I see them too stumpy. If they are right over there by that cliff, just where everybody said they could be. Dinosaurs. What do we need to do now? Oh, no. No, you can even hear a beller in there, Morgan. Look at that skin out here as fast as we can. Put your shoulders down and feet about face. Now, Henry, let's get out of here. Stand up. Can't walk. We're so strong. What about the dinosaurs? I can see them over there in between. That's right, Grey Wolf. Like we had one of these in our area. Everyone built only a few. Call them sandmobiles. Heavy tires, small windows. Seal the course. All these trucks is equipped with compass and radio and radar. The only way in the world you can get a bow during a sandstorm like this one. I hope we find Henry and Stumpy. We'll find him all right. I've been praying that we'll find him soon. Look, Bill, a speck on radar screen. Good. Watch close, Grey Wolf. Bill, I think I see a mound in sand. Another mound. It wavered us. Bill, it's Henry and Stumpy. They're safe. Great. Now all we have to do is find those two fake scientists. Mr. Forest Ranger, I cannot simply cannot thank you enough. The storm's over now, but the fact remains, you saved our lives. What can I do for you? What can I do for you? Well, for one thing, Mr. Volanigan, you might explain the meaning of that movie projector we found buried in the sand. Movie projector. Yeah. Well, sir, I see I might as well tell you everything. Mm-hmm. The fact is, I'm a real estate agent. I'm a desert, sort of a health resort. I had a scheme to make this place popular. I spent years and years with little models of dinosaurs, moving each one an eighth of an inch at a time. I see. Slowly, slowly photographing each tiny model in color. Until at last I had a movie of what looked like real dinosaurs. Mm-hmm. I made up a sound effect recording. Then, one at night, I projected the fake dinosaur movie on that flat cliff and played the amplified recording. Anybody would think at first glance, he was seeing a real life-sized dinosaur. The tracks in the sand? All those. Those I made with big claws made out of lumber. I wired them to the rims of our jeep and dragged an anchor behind to look like the marks made by a giant clawed-and-tailed animal. Mm-hmm. Cut down trees with a ragged scythe to look like the blows of a scaly tail. But what was the idea? Well, I thought we could get the people to talking about the valley. And then they would want to come here. And then when I built my motel, it would be a success. Well, I can't see that you've committed any serious crime, Mr. Valanian, but you have caused some of us a lot of worry. I know. And I know this. If I'd believed you when you warned me about the sandstorm, well, it's taught me one thing. The good people are the people you can believe. I'm through with fakes. I want to learn how to be one of those kind of people you can believe. I want to quit being a flimsy faker and get to know how to be honest. How do I go about doing it? You really want to know? Of course I do. Well, it's like this. 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