Not content with any of the slimy, gunge-soaked monster pet creations that Zitbag has on offer in his run-down dump of a Pet Shop, a bunch of kids demand dinosaurs from the distraught Doc. (Every one knows that kids like dinosaurs except for Sidney Zitbag - who hasn't even heard of such things.) Once again Horrifido leaps to Zitbag's aid, and explains that dinosaurs existed zillions, even squintillions of years ago. "No problem," replies Zitbag, brightening as he senses the opportunity to make a quick profit, "We'll just go back to the past in my new time-machine and capture some!" Horrifido slaps his paw to his brow and looks heavenward. What sort of dangerous disasters and catastrophic conundrums are they going to encounter in this preposterous prehistoric quest? A thousand garbled gormless grizzled globulations!