I am no Tyrannosaurus. I am an . . . Itchy-saurus! Can anyone help a dangerous dinosaur in distress? When T Rex gets a terrible itchy red rash, all he can do is scratch, scratch, scratch! Now he's no longer Tyrannosaurus, he's ITCHY-SAURUS. He can't sleep. He can't eat. And that's driving him wild and making him mean. The only one who could step in and soothe his skin is Doc Bill the Platypus. But is Bill brave enough to help a big, angry dinosaur?
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