![]() You play instruments, right? Wirt: Yeah, but bassoon and clarinet are way different. Greg: Hey, why don't you play the bassoon? Wirt: That'll get us kicked off this boat for sure. Beatrice, I'm too young to go to frog jail. Turn yourself in and get kicked off this boat. Beatrice: Wirt, sometimes you have to face your problems. Wirt: But as for where she is, she is where we will go. I don't know who she is or how she is or when, what, why she is. Lullaby in Frogland Greg: Oh, we're going to the Pasture to meet Adelaide and ask her if she has a way to send us back where we came from. Those are just-well, the poetry thing is weird. Wirt: And I secretly whisper poetry to myself in my room at night. Beatrice: Wirt! You've got to be kidding me. Beatrice: That's all? Wirt: And I think about her lot, and I play clarinet. Wirt: But, well, I-I have this crush on this girl. Beatrice: Why not? We already stole a horse. Wirt: You're scamming him? Beatrice: I was thinking more like flat-out stealing from him. Fred (the horse): Nice to horse your acquaintance! Beatrice: You can talk? Mad Love Wirt: Um, Beatrice, w-why are you pretending I'm this guy's nephew? Beatrice: We need money. yeah-hey, can you give us some directions? Our friend Beatrice is trying to take us to Adelaide of the Pasture, the Good Woman of the Woods. The Tavern Keeper: And now you're more lost than ever, huh? Wirt: Oh. He warned us of the Beast and told us which direction to go to avoid him. Wirt: What? No, The Woodsman's a good guy. The Tavern Keeper: Pilgrim, He who carries the Dark Lantern must be the Beast. I don't want to- Beatrice: Just do it! Wirt: Wait, wait, wait! Lantern? The Woodsman was the guy with the weird lantern, not the Beast. It's bad luck! Beatrice: Lady, bluebirds are good luck! We bring joy and happiness to the- The Tavern Keeper: Good luck, bad luck-I don't need any of it! Beatrice: Curse you, lady! Curse you! You'll die someday, and I'll laugh-laugh! Ha Ha Ha!īeatrice: Forget this. ![]() The Tavern Keeper: No birds allowed in my tavern! Beatrice: No birds allowed in your- The Tavern Keeper: It's a bad omen when a bluebird enters through your door. Whatcha doing around-hey, what's that bird you got there? Wirt: It's a- Beatrice: I am Beatrice! These two sweet kids and I got a bit lost in the. Langtree: That's enough! Songs of the Dark Lantern The Tavern Keeper: Well, hey there Peach Pot. They're short and stout, they'll make everyone shout It's the only thing left on your task list You know you've eaten enough when you start seeing stars They're shiny and large like a fisherman's barge 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 Schooltown Follies Greg: Oh, potatoes and molasses But I'm just saying, something feels off about this place. Wirt: So it's some kind of weird cult they wear vegetable costumes and dance around a big thing. Greg: It doesn't have to be a magical tiger. 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: 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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