Inside the Wish Radio Command Center. The room is a kaleidoscope of spinning gears, floating holograms of children's dreams, and a very large, very comfortable armchair. Outside the windows, the stars of the "Far Future" streak by.
Captain Neweyes is not his usual, calm, philanthropic self. He is currently pacing so fast his gravitational boots are squeaking, clutching a holographic newspaper with the headline: SAN DIEGO IN SHAMBLES: LUDLOW'S FOLLY.
"I told him, Rex! I told him in 1993!" Neweyes wails, throwing his hands up. "I said, 'John, the Brain Grain is the only way! You can't just put them in a park with electric fences and hope they don't develop a taste for lawyers!'"
Rex, now towering in the center of the room, looks impeccably dapper despite being a multi-ton carnivore. He is delicately holding a tiny porcelain teacup between two massive claws, his pinky-claw extended.
"Now, now, Captain," Rex rumbles in a voice like smooth mahogany. "Mr. Hammond was always a bit of a... well, a 'hardware' enthusiast. He preferred the spectacle of the prehistoric over the civility of the modern. A classic mistake of the Victorian mindset, really."
"It was a business partnership, Rex! We were going to revolutionize education!" Neweyes stops and points a trembling finger at a monitor showing the SS Venture smashed into the pier. "But John wanted 'authenticity.' He wanted 'the bite.' And now look! That poor girl Rexy is running around San Diego without a lick of education or a single ounce of Grain in her stomach. She's going to eat the pedestrians, Rex! The pedestrians!"
Rex sighs, a sound like a steam engine releasing pressure. He sets the tiny teacup down on a hovering robotic tray.
"She is a product of her environment, Captain. Pure instinct, no etiquette. It's quite tragic, really. Imagine going through life thinking everyone is an appetizer rather than a potential bridge partner."
"You have to go down there," Neweyes says, his eyes wide. "The 'Lost World' is colliding with the real one. It's a mess of gritty realism and corporate negligence! Only someone with... well, with your unique relationship to the laws of physics can stop her without causing a total extinction event."
Rex stands tall, his tail accidentally passing through a solid steel support beam with a soft shloop sound—ignoring the laws of matter entirely.
"Consider it done, Captain. I shall endeavor to teach the lady some manners. Though," Rex pauses, checking his reflection in a shiny control panel, "I do hope San Diego has a decent tailor. I'd hate to ruin my image in front of a lady of such... raw tenacity."
Captain Neweyes slams a glowing red button. "Vorb! Prepare the Drop-Pod! And pack a double-serving of Brain Grain! We're going to save San Diego with the power of... INTELLIGENCE!"
From the rafters, Vorb zips down on a mechanical wire, chattering at light-speed. "Sirree-bob, Captain! One Dino-Drop coming right up! Guaranteed fresh, guaranteed smart, or your evolution back!"