«Transformers: Knight at the Museum»
skitters nervously from a Dakota Badlands auto junkyard, inhabited by Autobots in hiding, to London to Stonehenge to Havana to Cybertron.
Not exact matches
Slowly, now, the line starts to take on more order — perhaps like the one that launched the great Oklahoma land rush — and most of the horses are
skittering and
nervously tossing their heads.
Mice
nervously skitter into view, then pop back; a cat slinks through the cluttered studio, its eyes a swarming, phosphorescent white; the eyes of an animal smolder beyond the studio's sliding glass door.