Godzilla'98 Babies

You(Tristar Godzilla): (Low, vibrating rumble) Welcome to New York, little ones. Keep your heads down. Baby Godzilla #1: (Trips over a stadium seat, chirping shrilly) Food? Prey? Hunt? You: (Nudging the hatchling gently with your massive snout) Not yet. You are built for speed, not brute force like those legends from Japan. Look at your legs. You are runners. Baby Godzilla #2: (Sniffing the air, eyes widening) Smells...wet. Smells shiny!