Chapter 1: "The Old Grist Mill"
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♪ Led through the mist ♪
♪ by the milk light of moon ♪
♪ all that was lost is revealed ♪
♪ our long-bygone burdens ♪
♪ mere echoes of the spring ♪
♪ but where have we come ♪
♪ and where shall we end? ♪
♪ if dreams can't come true ♪
♪ then why not pretend? ♪
♪ how the gentle wind ♪
♪ beckons through the leaves ♪
♪ as autumn ♪
♪ colors fall ♪
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. - ...Antelope, Guggenheim,
Albert, Salami, Giggly, Jumpy, Tom, Thomas, Tambourine,
Leg face McCullen, Artichoke, Penguin, Pete, Steve,
but I think the very worst name for this frog is ...
Wait. Wait a second. Uh, Greg...
...where are we?
- In the woods. - I mean...
- what are we doing out here? - We're walking home.
Greg, I think we're lost. We sh... we should have left
- a trail or something. - I can leave a trail of
- candy from my pants. - No.
Though I am lost, my wounded heart resides back home,
in pieces, strewn about the graveyard of my lost love,
for only ...
- Do you hear that? - Yeah.
Do you think it's some kind of deranged lunatic with an ax
waiting out there in the darkness for innocent victims?
Greg. Greg!
Greg, you're gonna get us into trouble again.
- We should ask him for help. - No, we should not ask
- him for help. - But ...
- Shh! - You shush.
- Shh.
Shoot.
You think we should have asked him for help?
Maybe I can help you. I mean, you guys are lost, right?
- What in the world is going on? - Well, you're slapping
yourself and I'm answering your question and ...
No, Greg. A bird's brain isn't big enough
- for cognizant speech. - Hey, what was that?
I mean, I'm just saying you're ... you're weird ...
like, not normal. I-I mean ... Oh, my gosh.
- Stop talking to it, Wirt. - "It"?
- Uh ... uh ... - What are you doing here?!
- Explain yourselves! - And I'll see you guys later. Bye.
Calm ... calm down, mister.
Wh-Whatever you do here is your business.
We just want to get home with all of our legs
- and arms attached. - These woods are no place for children.
- Don't you know the beast is afoot here? - The beast?
W-W-W-We don't know anything about that.
W-We're just two lost kids trying to get home.
Well, welcome to the Unknown, boys.
You're more lost than you realize.
I found this homestead abandoned and repurposed its
mill for my needs. You and your brother should be
- safe here while I work. - Candy trail, candy trail,
- candy trail. - What ... what is your work, exactly?
Everyone has a torch to burn,
and this here's mine. I grind the horrid edelwood
trees into oil to keep this lantern lit.
This is my lot in life. This is my burden.
This guy sounds loony. Maybe we should make a break
for it, if we can. But he must know the woods really
well, so we may need to knock him out first, except that
may turn out really badly, huh? Yeah, bad ... bad plan.
- Forget it. Bad plan. - Okay.
What are you boys whispering about?
We're talking about running away out of here.
- Shh! Shh! - Shh!
Shh!
Leave if you wish. But remember ... the beast haunts
these woods, ever singing his mournful melody in search of
- lost souls such as yourselves! - To help us?
No, not to help you. I have work to do in the mill.
When I am finished, I will do what I can to guide you if you
- are still here when I return. - Huh.
I guess we could just leave. I don't know.
- Greg! - What?
Do you think there really is
a beast out there, or is that guy just messing with us?
- Uh-huh. - I mean, he could have done
away with us by now if that was his plan, and he lit that fire.
- That's pretty nice. - Yeah!
I guess it's possible there's a beast, since there was
- a talking bird, but ... - Yeah!
I don't know.
Sometimes I feel like I'm just like a boat upon a winding
river, twisting towards an endless black sea...
...further and further
drifting away from where I want to be, who I want to be.
Oh. I didn't know that. Did you know that if you soak
a raisin in grape juice, it turns into a grape?
It's a rock fact!
You're not helping at all. Why don't you go play with
- your frog or something? - Aw, beans!
Where is that frog o' mine? Hold on there, second
brother o' mine. I'll be back soon for your plan.
Kitty! Kitty!
Now, where did that frog named Kitty go?
Whoop! I tripped on my own candy trail!
Huh?
That frog's giving me the runaround.
Kitty!
Gross.
Kitty?
Hmm. Is that ... Whoop! Oh, there you are!
Wirt?
Kitty?
You have beautiful eyes.
Greg?
Uh...
What's happening?!
- Where's your brother?! - Uh-uh-uh.
Holy moly. Hot dog.
- It's the beast! - Stay back, boys!
This creature which is known as ... Huh?
Ohhh.
- Greg, why did you do that?! - That was your plan, remember?
- Knock him out! - No! Bad plan!
I told you to forget that plan!
Spank! Spank! Spank!
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run!
Candy camouflage!
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
- Greg! - This is amazing, huh?!
Am I supposed to throw something?
Oh, yeah!
- Ha ha! - He's eating your candy.
I wonder if he ate my whole candy trail that led
- to this mill. - Ugh! Greg, you led the beast
right to us with your candy!
Hey, give me the ax. You're too little to have
it anyway. We got to ...
We got to get out of here!
Uh, Greg, give him the rest of your candy!
Oops.
- Hey, Wirt, look! - Greg?
Wirt, he spit up that turtle, and now he's my new best friend!
Ohh! Ohh.
Hey, where are you going? Ain't that just the way?
The mill is destroyed. The oil ... all gone!
But ... but ... but look. We got the beast problem solved.
That dog?! That is not the beast!
The beast cannot be mollified like some farmer's pet!
He stalks like the night. He sings like the four winds.
He is the death of hope. He steals their children,
and he'll... run...
You're always messing up, Greg.
Boy, you have it backwards! You are the elder child!
You are responsible for you and your brother's actions!
I'm ... I'm ... I'm sorry. Maybe I can... fix it?
- I-I can't fix it. - You must go.
Take your brother North. Look for a town.
Yeah. Thanks. Come on, Greg.
One last thing ... beware the Unknown!
Fear the beast and leave these woods...
if you can. It is your burden to bear!
- Right. Yeah. Got it. - And, little one, you look
after that frog. Give him a proper name.
Okay.
Wirt, I think I thought of a new name for our frog.
- I'm gonna call him "Wirt." - That's gonna be
- really confusing. - No.
- I'm gonna call you "Kitty." - What? Maybe I'll start
- calling you "candy pants." - Whoa! Yeah!
Good one, Wirt.
- Thanks. - I'm not talking to you.
I'm talking to Wirt.
Chapter 2: "Hard Times at the Huskin' Bee"
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It's almost morning.
We should've found a town by now.
This is the way the woodsman told us to go, right?
Have you listened to anything
I've been saying? For the last couple hours,
I've been saying ...
Well, that settles it. I'm gonna walk up 10 feet
- ahead of you. - Help!
- Huh? - I'm stuck!
- I hear something! - It's probably nothing.
Hey, look. "Pottsfield, 1 mile."
- A town! Let's go this way. - Okay, let's go this way.
- Not ... ugh. - Hello? Hello?
- Hey, you. - Who? Me?
- Yeah, you. - Oh. Hello.
It's you again. I'm stuck.
Help me out of here, and I'll owe you a favor.
- Whoa! I get a wish? - No, no, no. Not a wish.
I'm not magical. I'll just do you a good turn.
- Can you turn me into a tiger? - Um, no.
- I just said I'm not magical. - It doesn't have to be
- a magical tiger. - Greg, stop talking to a bush.
- Okay. - Huh?
Thanks. I owe you a favor. So, um, you two are lost kids
- with no purpose in life, right? - Uh-huh.
How about I bring you to Adelaide of the pasture,
the good woman of the woods? She could help you get home.
- Oh. - N-No, no. No, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Magic talking birds leading us
to fairy godmothers in the mysterious...
- I'm going to Pottsfield. - Yeah, we're going
to Pottsfield. Come on.
- What about the favor? - I'll think of my wish later.
Ohh.
So, let's small-talk. My name's Greg. What's yours?
- Beatrice. - My brother's name is Wirt.
- Who cares? - And my frog's name's
- Wirt Jr., but that may change. - Okay, that's great.
How about you and I ditch your brother?
Mm. Maybe later. So, is it nice being a bird?
- Nope. - Oh.
- Do you like waffles? - No, waffles make me sick.
I eat... m-maggots.
- What? - How can you not eat waffles?!
What?!
- I stepped on a pumpkin! - Aha! Civilization, see?
Now ...
Huh? What the...
All right. Let's rejoin society.
Hello? Hello? Hmm. See anybody?
No. Oh, I see you.
- Yeah, I see you, too, Greg. - Hey, not to be obnoxious, but
an abandoned ghost town doesn't seem like it's gonna be that
useful getting you guys home.
There's got to be somebody somewhere.
Excuse me?
Anyone here? Hello?
Oh. Sorry. Uh, I'm looking for a phone.
Um, I'm sorry.
- Did you find anything? - No. Where's Greg?
- Do you hear that? - Huh?
#... let spirits meet #
♪ around the barn of Pottsfield town ♪
- Hmm? - Huh?
# oh, Heidi pours your golden mead #
♪ you're in the maypole dance ♪
♪ a river too wild, my soul ♪
♪ and to bind the... ♪
What the...
Oh, pardon me there. Say, you folks ought to don your
vegetables and celebrate the harvest with us.
Uh... Oh!
- You're wearing costumes. - Well, sure.
Pumpkins can't move on their own... can they?
- Ha. No. Yeah, no. - Good thing I didn't take this off.
You guys find this place as
- creepy as I do, right? - So it's some kind of weird cult
where they wear vegetable costumes and dance
around a big thing. They seem nice enough.
Okay, you're in denial. That's fine.
But I'm just saying, something feels off about this place.
Well, maybe I can find
someone here who will give us a ride home.
Greg, you stay out of trouble. Beatrice, thank you,
but you can leave.
I can't leave. I'm honor-bound to help
you since you guys helped me. That's the bluebird rules.
- Uh, okay. - Beatrice, would you care
- for this dance? - No thanks.
No thanks, no thanks. I said no thank you.
Say, aren't you a little too... early?
- What do you mean. - I mean it doesn't seem like
you're ready to join us just yet.
Join you? Yeah, no, I'm just passing through.
Folks don't tend to "pass
- through" Pottsfield. - Oh... Yeah?
- Yeah. It's nice here. - Um, I'm really just looking
t-to leave here as fast as possible.
Eh, what, what? Leave Pottsfield?
- Who wants to leave Pottsfield?! - Huh?
- What? - He wants to leave Pottsfield.
- What? - Oh, are we leaving already?
Let's leave immediately.
I'm just trying to get home.
They're not supposed to be here.
Maybe he's here to steal our crops.
- To ruin our party. - Or take off our pumpkin shoes!
Uh, no, I, uh ...
Now, hold on, everybody.
Let's not jump to any conclusions.
- Whoa. - Enoch, what shall we
- do with them? - I-I'm done.
Now, let's see here, boys.
How did you end up in this little town of ours?
Well, we were trying to get home.
We came into town from the woods.
Uh, we saw your farms and your houses and thought,
"hey, here's a normal place with normal people."
And we both stepped on pumpkins.
Yeah, a-and then we heard the music from the barn, and,
well, uh ... h-how about we just leave?
Now, let me get this straight ... you come to our town, you
trample our crops, you interrupt our private engagement,
- and now you want to leave? - Uh... Yes.
You'll never convict! You have no proof!
- This one's trying to escape! - Let me go!
- I don't know these clowns! - 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.
I told you this place was bad news.
So, by order of the Pottsfield
chamber of commerce, I find you guilty
of trespassing, destruction of property, disturbing the peace,
- and murder. - Murder?
Oh, no, not murder.
But for those other crimes, I sentence you to...
- a few hours of manual labor. - Wait. What? Really?
That's it?
♪ Among the fields of straw and stover ♪
♪ clockin' till the workday's over ♪
♪ time's a gentle stream, longer than it seems ♪
♪ patient is the night ♪
♪ how I long to see her face now ♪
♪ her starry, moonlit gaze now ♪
♪ I know she's never late, so anxiously I wait ♪
♪ patient is the night ♪
Just a few hours of manual labor,
- and we're almost done. - And then what are you gonna do ...
just wander around this way and that way through
- the woods forevermore? - Uh, uh, maybe we'll just
stay here in Pottsfield. It's nice here.
I don't know. I don't know.
Why do they even have you digging these holes?
Planting seeds or something.
Maybe they're gonna bury you out here.
- Pbht! - Hey! Buried treasure!
Whoa! Really? See, Beatrice?
- What'd you find? - A skeleton!
We're digging our own ...
I-I-I was wrong. I was wrong all along.
I-I don't know how to get us home.
Use your little feet to pick our locks!
- O-ho! Now you want my help? - I don't want your help.
Yes, I want your help!
- Beatrice, serio... - Your time is up!
Ohh.
Have the holes been dug?
- Uh... Yeah. - Splendid!
- Well, then ... - But, no.
- No? - Uh...
Psst!
- Keep stalling. - Right.
Yeah, uh, you know, we were digging, and there
were too many rocks. You guys don't like rocks, right?
I don't think we do.
- No, we don't like rocks. - I don't think so.
See? So we were like, "we should
- get rid of these rocks." - Well, that's a good idea.
Right? Yeah.
So, we were getting rid of the rocks and ... huh?
Huh? What? They left me.
- So, what happened to the rocks? - Uh, the rocks.
Yeah, they ... they were, um, you know ...
they ... they ... they got in the way of all the ...
well, the dirt, you know, and... W-Whoa! Ohh!
- Welcome back, Larry. - He looks exactly the same.
- What in the... - Whooooop! Ooh!
Yeah, Larry! Whoo!
- Edward, this one's for you! - They're all skeletons.
Thanks for digging up the life of the party.
What a wonderful harvest. And what about you?
- You sure you want to leave? - Me? Yes?
Oh, well. You'll join us someday.
- Uh... - Psst!
- Why are you still here? - What do you mean? You guys left me!
- Oh. - Come on.
- Oh. Are they chasing us? - No.
I-I thought you guys ...
- You're welcome. - Thank you.
I guess we're even now, huh? You're not honor-bound
to help us anymore.
I wish. But you weren't actually in
- any danger with those weirdos. - Oh, yeah!
Then you still have to help us get home.
I got it! I wish Wirt Jr. had fingernails
so he could play the guitar better.
So... Yeah, I'll bring you to Adelaide. I mean, that's
- where I'm going anyway. - Why are you going
- to Adelaide's? - I guess, in some ways, I'm
- trying to get home, too. - That's vague.
- What does that mean? - I don't have to tell you anything.
Well, I sure hope Adelaide is
more helpful than that woodsman was.
I think his directions were... not very good.
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