“Small Packages,” “A Simple Bet,” and “The Invisible Croc”
written by Greg Farshtey
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WELCOME TO CHIMA™ ........................................6
THE LIONS ........................................................8
LAVAL ...............................................................10
CRAGGER ........................................................12
THE CROCODILES .........................................14
SMALL PACKAGES .................................................18
A SIMPLE BET ......................................................36
THE INVISIBLE CROC ..........................................44
am LaGravis, the King of the Lions. We are
one of many animal tribes that live here, in the
kingdom of Chima.
For many centuries, Chima was a peaceful place.
Animals existed side by side in harmony. Then,
one day, a bolt of lightning struck the ground and
created an earthquake. A giant floating rock called
Mount Cavora rose into the sky. Magical waterfalls
spilled from Mount Cavora and filled Chima’s
rivers with a powerful life-force we call CHI. Our
ancestors drank the CHI and evolved. They became
smarter, more civilized. They built amazing forts
and temples, and created advanced machines.
Today, the inhabitants of Chima still rely on CHI,
and everything we have created uses its energy.
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A
s the first animals to drink CHI, we Lions are its
guardians. It is our greatest duty and highest
honor to protect this powerful energy. The CHI is
collected in the Lion Temple where it forms into powerful
orbs because of special minerals in the Sacred Pool. Once
a month we distribute the CHI Orbs fairly to all of Chima’s
tribes, even those tribes we do not agree with.
Sharing the CHI is necessary for peace and harmony.
There can never be too much or too little CHI in the Sacred
Pool, or else Chima would fall out of balance and untold
catastrophe would befall the kingdom. That’s why we Lions
must ensure it is regularly used, but never, ever overused.
Each month, there is always one extra-powerful orb of CHI
called the Golden CHI. This orb is not given away. Rather,
each tribe’s finest warriors compete for it in a monthly
tournament held in front of the Lion Temple. It is the Lions’
responsibility to see that the rules of the competition are
followed.
We Lions always act fairly, believe in the rules, and
strive to maintain order. For a thousand years no one ever
questioned our guardianship of the CHI. Then, one day, a
great misunderstanding shook our kingdom. Friends became
enemies, and the land of Chima changed forever.
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“For the tribes—and for
Chima! C’mon . . . It’ll be
fun!”
aval is my son and the Lion Prince. One day,
he will take my place as the leader of our
tribe. Before that happens, though, Laval has a
lot to learn about rules and responsibility. He is proud
of being a Lion, but for now he is more interested in
adventure, fun, and games. I believe in my son, and
I know that he will learn it is sometimes necessary to
sacrifice your own wants for the greater good.
Laval is also a great warrior. He is skilled with his
sword and is an undefeated Speedor racer. But Laval is
always a team player, and he hates greed and dishonesty.
Laval used to be best friends with Cragger, the Crocodile
Prince. Unfortunately, their friendship ended when
Cragger changed into a scheming and aggressive rival.
Even though the boys are enemies now, Laval hopes
that the old friendship can still be restored.
Besides greed and lies,
there are other things
that Laval hates: water,
too many rules, and
animals who can’t take
a joke. Which do you
think worries me?
LaGravis
says:
“No mercy. Ever.
Really. I mean it.”
C
ragger is the Crocodile Prince, and the son of King
Crominus and Queen Crunket. He has always
been an aggressive competitor, living for the rush of
victory. Laval actually liked that about him when they first
met. Quite soon the two young princes became best friends,
sharing countless adventures and the occasional prank. But
everything changed when these “pranksters” snuck into
the Lion Temple to see the most hallowed place in all of
Chima—the Sacred Pool of CHI.
Only animals who have reached the Age of Becoming are
allowed to use CHI. The orbs are too powerful for younger
animals—it can overwhelm and hurt them. However, despite
Laval’s desperate attempts to stop Cragger, the Crocodile
Prince went against the rules and used CHI. Because of
this, a great misunderstanding broke out between the Lions
and Crocodiles. A battle ensued, and Cragger’s parents were
accidently lost in the fight.
Cragger was devastated. He blamed Laval for his parents’
death. Now he is determined to lead the Crocodiles against
the Lions in battle for control of the CHI.
T
he Crocodiles have always been a sneaky and slippery
bunch. However, when they were ruled by King
Crominus, they used to follow the rules of Chima and
live in harmony with the other tribes. When King Crominus
and Queen Crunket were lost, the young but very ambitious
Prince Cragger took the throne.
Incited by his twin sister, Crooler, the new king decided
to attack the Lions for control of all the CHI. Little does
Cragger know that he is being manipulated
by his cunning
sister. Crooler is not a strong or skilled warrior, but she is an
expert at deceiving others. She uses Cragger to achieve her
own goals and enjoys making fun of him behind his back.
Under Crooler’s bad influence, Cragger has become the
fiercest of all the Crocodiles. Even his own tribe members
fear him.
The Crocodiles are tough fighters, and even if you’re
friendly with them, you can never completely trust them.
They have allied with the Wolves and the Ravens in the fight
against the Lions. Equipped with powerful
weapons and battle machines, the three
tribes attacked the Lion Temple.
With the help of our friends, the
Eagles and the Gorillas, we managed
to hold them off. But Cragger hates
losing, so we can surely expect a new
attack at any time. . . .
“Listen to me, Brother.
We’ll make the Lions pay.”
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T
here are many things in this world that can be measured—
the length of a day, the number of lions in a pride, the
distance from one end of a valley to the other. And then
there are those things that cannot be measured, no matter how
hard one tries . . . the courage in an animal’s heart, the cleverness
of his brain, or the daring of his spirit. Only through experience can
one learn the true amount of each of these in any living creature.
– King LaGravis
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“Muskrats?” exclaimed Laval, the Lion Prince, in
disbelief. “Moles? Hedgehogs?”
“Yes,” said LaGravis, king of the Lions, to his son.
“And beavers and rabbits and mice, as well.”
Laval shook his head. “You want me to go talk to all
the small creatures in Chima and ask for their help in
fighting the Crocodiles? You have to be joking, Dad!”
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“I’m the king,” LaGravis reminded him. “Kings do not
joke. Very rarely, we may laugh at something, but only
very rarely.”
“The Crocodiles and their allies attacked us!” Laval
said angrily. “They want control of the CHI that it is our
duty to guard and distribute. We need powerful friends
among the tribes to help us in this fight, and you’re
suggesting moles and mice?”
“All of the tribes have their role to play,” LaGravis
replied. “They may not all be as strong as the Gorillas or
soar as high as the Eagles, but that does not mean they
have no worth. Laval, as the future leader of the Lion
Tribe, I am trusting you to talk with them. Ask if they will
be our allies in this fight. Explain that we need their help
to defend Chima.”
Laval sighed. “Fine, Dad. I’ll go talk to them. For
Chima.”
But later, as Laval went to get his Speedor, he was
still frustrated. “What matters now is strength and speed
and power,” he muttered to himself. “That’s all the Crocs
understand, and that’s what we need in allies.”
Laval respected his father more than anyone. But
sometimes his dad’s thinking was a little . . . old-fashioned.
It was great to say that everyone had the same value, big
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or small. But in a fight, Laval would vote for “big” friends
every time.
He climbed aboard his Speedor and raced off into
the jungle. There were a lot of mice and moles to find.
Speaking to all of them would take all day. Laval grumbled.
He had made plans to practice fighting with Eris and
Rogon that afternoon. Now he wouldn’t be back in time.
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As Laval sped deeper into the jungle, he began to
calm down. Driving fast always made it easier for him to
think. Soon he was zipping through trees and bushes far
from the Lion Compound.
It’s very quiet out here,
Laval
thought to himself.
Too quiet
. . .
Suddenly, four Crocodiles on Speedorz™ roared out at
him from both sides!
“Well, well, what do we have here?” one of the Crocs
snarled. “A Lion Prince deep in the jungle with no allies.”
Another Croc laughed. “How much CHI do you think a
Lion Prince is worth?” he asked.
The first one revved his engine. “Let’s take him to
King Cragger and find out!”
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Laval looked back and forth between the Crocodiles.
Escaping was going to be tricky, but it was nothing he
couldn’t handle. It looked like he would get some practice-
fighting in today after all!
“Sorry, mud-lovers,” he said as he shot forward. “I’ve
already got plans!”
The Crocs snarled and gunned their engines. “You
can’t get away from us, Lion!” Soon they were hot on
Laval’s trail.
Laval raced his Speedor under a low branch, kicking
up a cloud of dust as he flew.
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“Take that, Swamp Boys!” he cried, shooting around
a corner and out of sight.
But the Crocs weren’t giving up that easily. The lead
Croc motioned to his partners, and they split up to the left
and right. When Laval looked back, all he could see was
the cloud of dust he had made.
“Now, where did those mud-lovers go?” he said. Just
then, one of the Crocs tore out of the bushes and charged
at him from the right. Laval whipped his Speedor around.
But another Croc was already blocking that path, too. The
two other Crocs closed in from the front and back. Laval
was boxed in!
“Looks like we’ve made a Lion-sized trap,” the lead
Croc laughed.
Laval quickly looked all around him. The Crocs had
him cornered . . . but not captured just yet.
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“Here’s a lesson for you,” Laval said with a grin. “When
you make a trap, always check it for escape routes first.”
Gunning his engine, Laval sped toward a flat, angled rock
just in front of the lead Croc . . . and zoomed up it like a
ramp, right over the Croc’s head!
“Woo-hoo!”
he cried, zooming off.
The Crocs growled. Now they were really angry. “Get
him!” their leader shouted.
They chased Laval farther and farther into the jungle.
Soon, the trees and plants began to thin out, and the
ground grew dusty. Laval realized he had never taken
his Speedor out this far before. And a moment later, he
remembered why. Up ahead, stretching as far as they eye
could see, was the border of the desert. It was nothing
but sand and dust and rocks.
Uh-oh,
thought Laval, screeching his Speedor to a
halt.
This is very bad
. If he turned back, he would have
to fight the four Crocs. But if he went forward into the
desert, his vehicle would stop working
. Like all Speedorz,
the wheel was made from an ancient stone powered by
nature. In the barren desert, where no green plants grew,
the machine wouldn’t last long. Laval would be stranded.
Laval looked behind him. The Crocs were gaining. He
knew he was a good fighter, but four-to-one odds were
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enough to make him think twice. So he revved his engine
and headed into the desert.
The vehicle managed to make it only a short distance
before it sputtered and died. “I’m a sitting duck out here,”
Laval said to himself. “I have to hide.”
The Lion Prince quickly pushed his Speedor over a
large sand dune and out of sight. Luckily, the wind behind
him blew fresh sand over his tracks, covering them. Laval
peeked over the mound to the edge of the desert.
The Crocodiles had just stopped at the border. They
couldn’t see Laval hidden behind the sand dune, and
their leader was angry.
“
Gna!
Where did that Lion go?” he asked.
The others shook their heads. “Must have headed into
the desert, boss.”
All four Crocs gulped. They didn’t want their Speedorz
to die out as well. But they also didn’t want the Lion
Prince to slip from their claws.
“Maybe we should wait him out,” one suggested. “In
this heat, he won’t last long.”
“Or maybe he went back into the jungle?” another
said. “I don’t see any tracks.”
Laval didn’t wait to hear any more. He quietly slipped
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away, still out of view of the Crocs. His best bet was to