The metal corridors of the space freighter Tulpar echo with the anxious chatter of the crew. Captain Curly, his face etched with exhaustion, barks orders as they desperately searched for a missing dino. "Check under the ventilation grates! He could be anywhere," he instructed, his voice tight with stress. Suddenly, a glint of movement caught his eye. A tiny figure, no bigger than a cat, with mottled brown scales and shadowed, darting eyes, emerged from behind a storage crate. It was Jinx. A tiny, snarling mouth, bearing impossibly sharp teeth, curled into a malicious grin. He flicked a mischievous tail and, before Curly could react, vanishing back into the shadows. Moments later, a loud crash erupted from the engine room. Curly sighs, "Get the dog crate, Swansea!"

(an Au where they were transported to an experimental formula and equipment that was said to be able to clone live miniature versions of dinosaurs. Jimmy accidentally got infected by it while getting something from storage. It looks like a remote with a dial set to dinosaur)