![]() If you can't see 'em, put on your glasses There is only one thing to keep your brain from crumblin' If your stomach is grumblin' and your mouth starts a-mumblin' They're so much sweeter than algebra class They're warm and soft like puppies in socks Wirt: Wait, what? Really? That's it? Schooltown Follies Greg: Oh, potatoes and molasses ![]() But for those other crimes, I sentence you to. Wirt: Murder?! Enoch: Oh, no, not murder. Beatrice: I told you this place was bad news! Enoch: So by order of the Pottsfield chamber of commerce, I find you guilty of trespassing, destruction of property, disturbing the peace, and murder. Greg: You'll never convict! You have no proof! Elder Pumpkin: This one's trying to escape! Beatrice: Let me go! I don't know these clowns! Enoch: Children, it saddens me that you don't wish to stay here with us, particularly because I simply have to punish you for your transgressions. You come to our town, you trample our crops, you interrupt our private engagement. H-how about we just leave? Enoch: Now let me get this straight. Uh, we saw your farms and your houses and thought, "Hey! Here's a normal place with normal people." Greg: And we both stepped on pumpkins! Wirt: Yeah, a-and then we heard the music from the barn, and, well, uh. How'd you end up in this little town of ours? Wirt: Well, we were trying to get home. But I'm just saying, something feels off about this place. Greg: It doesn't have to be a magical tiger.īeatrice: You guys find this place as creepy as I do, right? Wirt: So it's some kind of weird cult they wear vegetable costumes and dance around a big thing. Greg: Can you turn me into a tiger? Beatrice: Um, no. ![]() Greg: Whoa! I get a wish? Beatrice: No, no. Help me out of here, and I'll owe you a favor. Hard Times at the Huskin' Bee Beatrice: Oh, it's you again. Woodsman: Boy! You have it backwards! You are the elder child! You are responsible for you and your brother's actions! He is the Death of Hope! He steals their children and he'll. Woodsman: That dog?! That is NOT the Beast! The Beast cannot be mollified like some farmer's pet! He stalks like the night. the oil! All gone! Wirt: But look! We, w-we got the beast problem solved. ![]() Wirt: Calm, calm down, mister! Wh-whatever you do here is your business! W-w-we just wanna get home with all our legs and arms attached! Woodsman: These woods are no place for children! Don't you know the Beast is afoot here?! Wirt: The Beast? W-w-we-we-we don't know anything about that! W-we're just two lost kids trying to get home! Woodsman: Well, welcome to the Unknown, boys. ![]() Bird: It? Wirt: Uh, I-I-I'm- Woodsman: What're you doing here?! Explain yourselves! Bird: Aaand I'll see you guys later, bye. Bird: Hey, what was that? Wirt: I mean, I-I'm just saying, you're-you're weird. I mean, you guys are lost, right? Wirt: What in the world is going on? Gregory: Well, you're slapping yourself, and I'm answering your question, and- Wirt: No, Greg, a-a bird's brain isn't big enough for cognizant speech. Y-you think we should've asked him for help? Bird: Maybe I can help you. The Old Grist Mill Narrator: Somewhere lost in the clouded annals of history lies a place that few have seen-a mysterious place called the Unknown, where long forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the wood. ![]()
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