Greg: Aw, beans! Where is that frog o' mine? Hold on there, second-brother o' mine! I'll be back soon for your plan. Why don't you go play with your frog, or something? Did you know, that if you soak a raisin in grape juice, it turns into a grape? It's a rock fact! from where I want to be - who!-I want to be. Wirt: Further, and further, drifting away. Wirt: I guess it's possible there's a Beast, since there was a talking bird, but. And he lit that fire, that's-pretty nice. Wirt: I mean, he could've done away with us by now, if that was his plan. Wirt: Do you think there really is a Beast out there? Or, is, is that guy just messing with us? When I'm finished, I will do what I can to guide you. in search of lost souls, such as yourselves! But remember: the Beast haunts these woods, ever singiiiing, his moournful melodyyy. Greg: We were talking about runnin' away outta here. Woodsman: What're you boys whispering about? Except-that might turn out really badly, huh? Yeah, bad, bad plan, eh, forget it, bad plan. But he must know the woods really well, so we may need to knock him out, first. Maybe we should make a break for it, i-if we can. This is my lot in life, this is my burden. I grind the horrid Edelwood trees into oil, to keep this lantern lit. Woodsman: Everyone has a torch to burn, and this here's mine. Greg: Candy trail, candy trail, can-dy-trail. You and your brother should be safe here, while I work. Woodsman: I found this homestead abandoned, and repurposed its mill for my needs. Woodsman: Well, welcome to the Unknown, boys. Wirt: The Beast? We don't know anything about that! W-We're just two lost kids, trying to get home! Woodsman: These woods are no place, for children! Don't you know the Beast is afoot here?
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: What're you doing here?! Explain yourselves!!īeatrice: Aaand I'll see you guys later, bye.
I, I mean- Oh my gosh, stop talking to it, Wirt. Wirt: I mean, I-I'm just saying, you're, you're weird. A - a bird's brain isn't big enough for cognizant speech. Greg: Well you're slapping yourself, and I'm answering your question, and. Y-You think we should've asked him for help? īeatrice, from atop a branch: Hey. Wirt: No, we should not ask him for help. Wirt: Greg, you're going to get us into trouble again! Wirt: Do you think it's some kind of deranged lunatic with an axe waiting out there in the darkness for innocent victims? Greg! though I am lost, my wounded heart resides back home-in pieces-strewn about the graveyard of my lost love. Greg: I can leave a trail of candy from my pants!! Wirt: Greg! I, I think we're lost! We, w-we should've left a trail or something. But I think the very worst name for this frog is. Antelope, Guggenheim, Albert, Salami, Giggly, Jumpy, Tom, Thomas, Tambourine, Leg-Face McCullen, Artichoke, Penguin, Pete, Steve. 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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