The Continuing Saga of the Punk Ass Museum Dinosaur Gang

When we last saw our Punk Ass Museum Dinosaur Gang, they were up to business as usual: being awesome, and making fun of Sammy Sauropod:

"Ha ha, loser!"

Of course, he is a little... well, slow:

"Huh?"

Consider the time Stan Stegosaurus invited them all over
to watch a movie:

"Son of a bitch, you guys.
You know it takes me three hours to turn myself around properly.
Why did you tell me that the movie screen was this way?"

"Hehe... snicker... snort..."

"We totally need a new gang member, but he has to be tough.
Not like this fatty bitch."

"What?"

"Haven't you had enough rock candy? And you know,
I thought that your kind ate plants or something."

"LAY OFF ME, I'M STARVING."

"Anyway..."

"Well, what about the new, dark, brooding guy?
All he does is hang around the La Brea Tar Pits like
a fucking bad ass. And I have to be honest here, dudes,
he seems pretty awesome."

"Wait UP, please!"

At the La Brea Tar Pits:

"Hey man, got a cigarette?"

"Man, that shit'll kill you.
Have a plant or something."

"Are you Albert "The Ace" Anklyosaur?"

"I might be. Who's asking?"

"Dude, we're the Punk Ass Museum Dinosaur Gang.
We're looking for a fifth.
Or, ahem... a replacement."

"What? Who's talking?"

"Sigh."

TO BE CONTINUED...