Over the Garden Wall

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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Wirt: [sees Woodsman off] Shoot. Y-you think we should've asked him for help? [Greg shrugs] Bird: Maybe I can help you. I mean, you guys are lost, right? [Wirt gasps, slaps his face] 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. Bird: Hey, what was that? Wirt: I mean, I-I'm just saying, you're-you're weird. Like, not normal. I-I mean... oh my gosh, stop talking to it, Wirt. Bird: It? Wirt: Uh, I-I-I'm— Woodsman: [appears suddenly] What're you doing here?! Explain yourselves! Bird: [flies off] Aaand I'll see you guys later, bye. 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 t

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Woodsman: The mill is destroyed... the oil! All gone! Wirt: But look! We, w-we got the beast problem solved. [points at the dog] Woodsman: 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... ruin... [mumbles] Wirt: You're always messing up, Greg. Woodsman: Boy! You have it backwards! You are the elder child! You are responsible for you and your brother's actions!

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Beatrice: Oh, it's you again. I'm stuck. Help me out of here, and I'll owe you a favor. Greg: Whoa! I get a wish? Beatrice: No, no. no. Not a wish. I'm not magical. I'll just do you a good turn. Greg: Can you turn me into a tiger? Beatrice: Um, no. I just said I'm not magical. Greg: It doesn't have to be a magical tiger.

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Beatrice: 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. They seem nice enough. Beatrice: Okay, you're in denial. That's fine. But I'm just saying, something feels off about this place.

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Enoch: Now, let's see here, boys. How'd you end up in this little town of ours? Wirt: 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." Greg: And we both stepped on pumpkins! Wirt: Yeah, a-and then we heard the music from the barn, and, well, uh... H-how about we just leave? Enoch: 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? Wirt: [nervously] Uh... yes. Greg: You'll never convict! You have no proof! [the Elder Pumpkin holds Beatrice in his straw hands] 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. Beatrice: I told you this place was bad news! Enoch: So by order of the Pottsfield chamb

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