Harold and the Purple Crayon/Transcript

==Transcript==
(The movie opens with Harold using his purple crayon to draw a line on the ground before drawing some stairs and a crescent moon.)
Narrator: Once there was a boy named Harold, who went on an adventure. And he took his purple crayon with him.
(He then draws some apples on a tree.) 
Young Harold: Aha!
Narrator: He could draw whatever he wanted. 
[He slides down and draws a dragon. It roars and breathes fire, scaring Harold away.]
Narrator: And sometimes, that got him in over his head. 
[As he runs, he accidentally draws a wave, causing him to fall into the ocean. Luckily, he draws himself a boat to float back to the surface.]
Narrator: But he always came up thinking fast. 
[He then draws a sail on it and the wind blows the boat away.]
Narrator: And it was onto the next adventure. 
[Fade to see Harold draw three pies on a picnic blanket. He then draws up two animal friends, Moose and Porcupine.]
Narrator: He did what anyone would do with a magic crayon. He made some pies and then he made some friends. He called them Moose and Porcupine.
Young Harold: Come on, everybody.
Narrator: For obvious reasons. 
[As they eat pies, the dragon reappears and scares them away.] 
Young Harold: Not again!
(The dragon eats one of the pies. Then, Harold and his friends find themselves in the middle of a city.)
Narrator: They never left each other’s sides. Even when they got lost, they always found each other. No matter where they were, Harold always remembered where his bedroom window was. 
[Harold spots the crescent moon up in the sky.]
Narrator: Right around the moon.
(Harold draws a window around the moon. The three are in the bedroom as Harold gets in his bed. He draws a pillow for Moose to rest his head by the window while Porcupine sleeps on the bed.)
Narrator: Night, Harold.
Young Harold: Goodnight.
[As he sleeps, he drops his purple crayon.]
Narrator: The end. Goodnight, folks. (then) Just kidding! Of course the story didn’t end there.
(The crayon spins to transition to a grown-up Harold ziplining through the air.)
Harold: Come on, everybody!
(Porcupine and Moose follow behind, with the former having fun while the latter, not so much.)
Moose: I need to go down now!
(As they zipline, we see the city is now bigger and detailed.)
Narrator: His world got bigger. And so did his imagination.
Harold: You got that right, narrator!
Moose: My stomachs are sloshing around! Harold, look out.
Harold: What? 
[He sees flying birds coming his way.] 
Harold: Hey, everybody!
[They bear their teeth at him and one of them knocks Harold off.]
Narrator: And he still got in over his head. 
[Moose and Porcupine fall off the zipline. Then, Harold gets an idea.]
Narrator: But he always came up thinking fast.
Moose: Little help here!
[Harold draws some lines between his arms and legs.]
Narrator: Faster than that.
[They get closer and closer toward the ground.]
Narrator: Harold!
Harold: I got it!
[He spreads his arms and legs open, and his jammies become a flight suit thanks to the lines. He starts to glide through the air.]
Porcupine: Oh hi!
[She falls and he zooms after her.]
Narrator: With his purple crayon, anything was possible.
[He manages to save Porcupine.]
Harold: Gotcha!
[Unfortunately, Moose lands on the ground with great impact.]
Narrator: Oh, careful there.
Harold: (offscreen) Sorry, Moose.
[Later, the three sit around a campfire in the woods. Moose reinflates his flattened snout while his antlers are broken from the great fall. Harold redraws his antlers.]
Harold: I’ve been thinking. If I drew you guys, then who drew me?
Porcupine: (her mind explodes) That’s deep.
Narrator: I drew you, Harold.
Harold: You did?
Narrator: Mm-hmm. I sure did.
Harold: What do you look like?
Narrator: I used to look a little like you. 
[Transition to Harold's reflection in the river. He draws a mustache on it while his friends ride a waterfall on a boat.]
Narrator: But I’m an old man now. I guess in a way I’m your old man.
Harold: My old man.
[As the two are about to fall off, Harold draws them a hot air balloon to ride in. He joins them shortly after.]
Harold: So then why can’t I see you, old man?
Narrator: Because I’m someplace else. The real world.
[Later, Harold and his friends return to the bedroom as Harold gets in bed.]
Harold: The real world. Wow. What’s that?
Narrator: Well, it’s kind of like your world only a bit more colorful. And a lot more complicated.
Harold: Well, it sounds amazing. Can I visit you someday?
Narrator: Oh, I wish that was possible.
Harold: But with the crayon anything is possible, right?
Narrator: Goodnight, Harold.
Harold: Wait, wait, wait, old man. One more question. Why did you draw me?
Narrator: Night, Harold.
Harold: Okay, okay. Goodnight, old man.
(Harold and his friends go to sleep. The next morning, Harold wakes up and gets up from bed.)
Harold: So, old man, I’ve been thinking and I’ve got a lot of follow-up questions. 
[He unravels a long list. However, there was no response from the old man.] 
Harold: Old man? You there? 
[Cut to him and his friends searching in the canyon.]
Harold: Old man, hello! 
[Then, he searches in the dragon's mouth.]
Harold: Old man! 
[The dragon breathes fire at him and his friends. Then, he draws a hole and peeks into it, appearing on the moon in a spacesuit.]
Harold: OLD MAN!!!
(There was no response from the old man. Later, Harold lies on the stairs.)
Moose: All of a sudden this guy goes quiet? I don’t think so. This man loved to talk.
Porcupine: Maybe he’s busy being real in the real world. (her mind explodes) I’m deep.
Harold: That’s it! Guys, let’s go to the real world!
Moose: Oh, no, no, no. We don’t wanna do that.
(A lasso grabs Moose by the antler and pulls him and Porcupine. Harold draws a door with a sign that says: REAL WORLD.)
Harold: With the crayon, anything is possible!
Porcupine: That’s not how it works, Harold. You can’t just—
(Harold opens the door. Moose and Porcupine’s mouths drop wide open)
Porcupine: Whoa! Yeah! Let’s go!
(Moose steps on Porcupine’s tail, stopping her.)
Moose: You heard the old man. The real world is constipated. And who knows what that means.
Harold: Okay, fine. You two stay here in case my old man comes back.
Moose: Great idea.
Harold: I’m gonna go look for him out there. Don’t worry. I got this!
Porcupine: Wait!
(Harold falls through the portal to the real world, ending up in a park. A woman and her friend notices him while walking by.)
Woman: What is he wearing?
Harold: It’s so bright. It’s so beautiful. (sees some people doing yoga) What are you doing? It’s very confusing, I’m new here, but— (spots a golfer statue) Oh, hello. Very creative. (checks his hand) Near. Far. Near. Far. Three dimensions. Oh, it’s even cooler than I imagined! Look at all the friendly people! (to another woman) Oh, excuse me. Where are we?
Woman: Get lost, smurf.
(Back in Harold’s world...)
Porcupine: We’re going after him, right?
Moose: Mmh-mmh. Nope.
Porcupine: Aw, come on. Just a peek.
Moose: All right, all right.
Porcupine: Yes!
Moose: Just a peek.
Porcupine: What’s it look like?
Moose: I can’t tell. It’s… It’s all mysterious and fuzzy.
Porcupine: Maybe you should look closer.
(Porcupine takes a quill from her body and pokes Moose in the back. Moose bellows and charges into the portal, leaving Porcupine to be stuck on the door by her quills.)
Porcupine: Aw, come on!
(Moose arrives in the real world, where he becomes human.)
Moose: The real world. Why do my hooves feel so soft?
(Moose looks in a mirror and sees he’s human. He screams in terror. Cut to Harold running alongside a jogger.)
Harold: Hi! What are we running from?
Jogger: A grown man in a onesie.
[He runs away from Harold. Harold then notices a clothes sale going on.]
Harold: (offscreen) Real world clothes?
[Later, he puts on a jumpsuit and puts his onesie in a bin.]
Harold: Different.
[Back in the drawing world…]
Porcupine: Leaving me behind. You’re not gonna last one day! 
[She then gets an idea and reaches toward the doorknob.]
Porcupine: Don’t worry, Porcupine’s on the way. (grabs the doorknob) Yes!
[However, she hangs from the doorknob.]
Porcupine: No thumbs.
[Then, she falls to the ground.]
Porcupine: That’s not good.
[Back in the real world, Harold spots an old man sitting on a bench while reading a newspaper.]
Harold: It's him! (calling out) Old man! 
[Cut to Moose looking around, he hears Harold’s voice nearby.]
Harold: (offscreen) Old man! Old man!
Moose: Harold?
[As Harold rushes toward the old man, Moose meets up with Harold.]
Moose: Harold! Harold! It’s me, Moose!
Harold: Moose?
Moose: Yes, yes.
Harold: (laughs in joy before hugging Moose) Oh, hi! Hi, buddy! You look so different.
Moose: I look strange.
Harold: No, no, you look really cool.
Moose: Are you sure?
Harold: Oh, yeah.
Moose: Okay, this real world thing is real.
Harold: It’s really real. And guess what? It’s only getting better because we found him. The old man. He’s right here. Let’s go!
[He approaches the old man.]
Harold: Old Man, it’s Harold! Finally!
Old Man: (whacks Harold’s leg with his stick) Hey, get away from me!
Harold: (in pain) Oh, ow, ow, ow! Why would you do that?
Moose: Harold, maybe we got the wrong guy. 
[The old man nods in agreement.]
Harold: You’re probably right, Moose. (to the old man) Have a good day, Not Old Man!
[They walk away from the old man.]
Moose: The real world is huge. There has to be at least 10 to 20 old men here.
Harold: Yeah, yeah. We got a lot of ground to cover.
[Using his purple crayon, he draws a bicycle. When he rings the bell, it becomes physical. The old man is surprised by this. Back in the drawing world, Porcupine grabs two of her quills.]
Porcupine: Real world, here I come!
[She charges toward the door and uses her quills to climb on it. Then, she grabs the doorknob with her mouth. She pulls back a bit and the door opens. Soon, she enters the real world as a human. Porcupine looks around and scratches her nose before noticing her hands with thumbs.]
Porcupine: (gasps) Thumbs! Yes! (flexes her thumbs) Yes! (gasps to see she has legs) Whoa, look at these legs.
[She starts standing up.]
Porcupine: Whoa!
[She wobbles a bit before getting her balance.]
Porcupine: Look out, world. I’m big.
[Porcupine then notices a little girl standing nearby.]
Porcupine: Hi, I’m Porcupine.
Little Girl: (hops and holds her fingers like rabbit ears) I’m a bunny.
Porcupine: No way!
[We cut to Harold and Moose riding on their bicycle. A car honks and drives by them.]
Harold: (waves to the driver) Hi!
[Another car honks at them before driving by.]
Driver: Get off the road!
Harold: (waves to the driver) Nice day for a ride.
[A bus honks behind them. Cut to a blue van with a mother and her son inside.]
Terry: (on phone) Hey, Prasad. I know. I won’t miss another sh- I won’t miss another shift. I just- Come on, Prasad. I had to take my kid to a school thing.
Mel: (to an empty seat) She should not be using her phone while driving.
[Cut back to Harold and Moose, the latter notices the bus behind them.]
Moose: Uh, Harold?
Harold: Yeah?
Moose: I don’t think we’re doing this right!
Harold: Okay.
Moose: Look out!
Harold: Excuse us! Excuse us!
[A car nearly runs into them. In the blue van, Terry accidentally drops her phone while driving and she tries to pick it up.]
Terry: Prasad. Hold on.
Mel: Mom!
[Harold and Moose are up in their path. They scream, with Moose briefly turning into a moose for a moment. The van swerves away, bumping them off their bike. The blue vehicle ends up getting a flat tire.]
Terry: Are you okay?
Mel: Yeah. 
[Terry leaves her van.]
Mel: (to the empty seat) You okay, Carl? It’s okay, buddy.
[Cut to Harold and Moose lying on the ground in pain.]
Moose: (groans) Felt like my old self for a second. I don’t know if it was a fear thing.
[Terry rushes over to the two.]
Terry: Oh, my God! Are you okay? I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there. I thought I saw a moose. Did you see a moose?
Moose: Yeah. I’m a moose.
Terry: I think you have a concussion.
Harold: (notices the cut) My insides are coming out my outsides!
Terry: I’m gonna get you a Band-Aid. I think I have one in my purse.
[As she goes to her car, she notices the flat tire.]
Terry: Oh… Oh, shoot. I got a flat tire. Sorry, one sec. Just hang on. Um… Hang on one sec.
[She then gets on her phone.]
Terry: (on phone) Hi. Yeah, I’m gonna need a tire. I have a flat and no spare. Yeah, I’ll hold. Thank you.
[Harold draws up a spare tire, surprising Mel.]
Mel: How did you do that?
Harold: Shh!
Terry: (on phone) Hi, I’m...
[She sees the spare tire in Harold’s hand. Later, she starts attaching the tire onto her car.]
Harold: Wow, you are really good at that.
Moose: She’s not actually changing a tire. She’s just attaching it onto the car.
Terry: That’s how you change a tire.
Harold: That’s how you change a tire.
[He notices a whistle around Mel’s neck.]
Harold: What’s that?
Mel: Oh, it’s… it’s my whistle for Carl.
[He blows on it and Moose hears it in pain.]
Moose: Ahh! Wow, that was loud!
Harold: Uh, who’s Carl?
Mel: He’s my Dragolizagator. (points to a spot on the ground) He’s right there.
Harold: (looks around) Huh? Is he really small?
Mel: He’s got amazing camouflage abilities.
Harold and Moose: Oh.
Mel: He’s part eagle, lion, alligator…
Terry: You know what, kiddo? Let’s not do Carl today, okay?
Harold: (chuckles) Well, he’s licking me, which is a little ticklish. (feels like he’s being tickled) Oh, that tickles! But he’s lick- Oh, it tickles! Oh, it tickles!
Mel: He’s going after you.
Harold: He’s going after you, Moose!
[Moose backs away in fear.]
Mel: Don’t worry, he’s just trying to sniff you to see if you’re friendly.
Moose: I’m a moose. Get your sniff on. (laughs)
Terry: By the way, I’m Terry and this is Mel.
Harold: Hi, I’m Harold.
Moose: Moose again.
Terry: I’m so sorry for everything. Can I give you guys a ride somewhere? It’s the least I can do.
Harold: Sure.
[Back with Porcupine, she encounters the same old man from before.]
Porcupine: (squeals) Old Man!
[She rushes over to him.]
Old Man: (holds out his cane) No! Stop!
Porcupine: (shakes the cane) Hi!
Old Man: (pulls his cane away) My goodness. What is it with you people?
Porcupine: It’s me, Porcupine.
Old Man: (shakes his cane at her) If you don’t want any trouble, you better get out of here. (Porcupine hisses) What are you doing?
Porcupine: (notices she has no quills) Aw. No quills. This really is a brand-new world.
[Meanwhile, in Terry’s car, Harold and Moose play with their seatbelts while they’re with Terry and Mel.]
Terry: I'm glad you guys are okay. And that you're not litigious. (chuckles nervously) Sorry about hitting you back there. Where can I drop you off?
Harold: Well, the old man's house would be great.
Mel: You mean your dad?
Harold: Yeah, I mean, I guess you could call him that. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't exist, so... (chuckles)
Terry: Where does he live?
Moose: Well, we were hoping that you would know.
Terry: Where your dad lives?
Moose: Yes.
Terry: Uh, no, I do not know that. (chuckles) But I’m happy to drop you at a bus station or wherever you’re staying tonight.
Harold: Well, we don’t exactly know where we’re gonna stay tonight just yet.
Moose: Yeah. And you’re the only people we actually know, so…
Mel: They can stay with us.
Harold: (gasps) New friends! Yay!
Terry: Oh, gosh, that would be so fun. But we don’t have a room.
Mel: Yeah, we do, Mom. Above the garage.
Terry: No, Mel, they're not staying with us. I'm sorry, we just don't know you, really, at all.
Mel: Mom, we can't just abandon them. You hit them, you broke their bike. And they don't have anywhere to stay. Dad always said, "when people need help..."
Terry and Mel: “We help.”
Terry: Yeah. Yeah, we do say that. (sighs) Okay, fine. One night. Above the garage.
[Harold and Moose both beam in joy.]
Moose: Yes! Wow, that is a lot of emphasis on “above the garage.”
Harold: Yeah.
Terry: Just don’t get too excited, okay?
Harold: (whispers to Moose) That’s what people say when it’s really exciting. (Moose laughs)
Harold and Moose: (chanting) Above the garage! Above the garage!
[Soon, the blue van arrives at the house.]
Harold: Is this your house?
Moose: Ooh, nice!
[They step out of the vehicle.]
Terry: Home sweet home. Could use a new coat of paint and a new roof and a lot of other things.
Harold: I think it looks great.
[Terry leads Harold and Moose to the place above the garage.]
Terry: (sarcastically) Here’s the palace.
Harold: Oh, Terry, this is amazing!
[Moose spots a mattress lying against the wall.]
Moose: Do you see this? She has a wall bed. This is so classy. How did you know I sleep standin’ up?
[Harold searches through a box.]
Terry: Oh, you know what, I never got around to donating any of these clothes, so please help yourself to anything that fits you.
[Harold finds a music sheet.]
Harold: What’s this music?
Terry: Oh, that would be nothing. Just junk from my old life.
[She puts the music sheet away.]
Harold: You’re a musician.
Terry: (hesitates) Yeah, I was. I just, you know… When you’re young, you have all kinds of dreams, and then the world just kicks it out of you.
Harold: I’ve never been kicked before, but I was hit by a guy with a cane. So I hear ya.
Terry: (Laughs) Now I stock shelves at Ollie’s. You know, uh, Ollie’s? It’s like a store that sells everything.
Moose: You work at a store that sells everything?
Harold: That sounds like the best job ever.
Terry: Yeah. Mm-hmm. Ollie’s is the best job ever.
Moose: Yes it is. (laughs) Kudos. Good thing you don’t do music anymore, you wouldn’t have an amazing job like Ollie’s! (laughs)
Terry: Yeah. I hate my job. Um, anyway, what do you guys do?
Harold: Well, I draw.
Terry: Hmm. An artist.
Harold: Yeah.
Terry: Um… 
[She sees Moose scratching his back on the support beam.]
Terry: What do you do? Besides that?
Moose: I basically just follow him around in a moose-like fashion. Every day. (chuckles)
Terry: Okay. Well, um… I’m gonna triple lock the door, just, you know, to keep any weirdos out. You guys can hit the road in the morning. ‘Kay? Enjoy.
Harold: Thank you, Terry.
Terry: Mm-hmm.
[Terry leaves the room.]
Harold: Moose, we are so lucky. Look at all this!
Moose: Are we lucky, Harold? I don’t think we belong here in the Real World. You know, with all the pain. It’s just all so different.
Harold: Well, of course it’s different, buddy. It’s a different world. It’s the Real World. It’s an adventure. That’s kind of fun, right? Hey, look. We’re gonna find the old man, he’s gonna start narrating again, and then everything will go back to normal.
Moose: Then we go home?
Harold: Yeah.
[Meanwhile in the park, the old man tells two detectives what happened earlier.]
Old Man: He made a bicycle with a crayon. Then she says she’s a porcupine.
Junior Detective Silva: (writes in her notebook) “Porcupine.”
Detective Love: Well, you did the right thing by calling us. We’re gonna put together a special task force, and, uh, we’ll definitely keep you updated. Thank you, sir. 
Old Man: Yes, sir. Thank you.
Detective Love: Appreciate it.
[The two detectives walk away from the old man.]
Detective Love: (to Silva) First thing you learn in this job, gotta humor the crazies.
[Back in the house, as Moose sleeps while standing up, Harold stares at the crescent moon through the window.]
Harold: Old Man.
[As he stares out, he notices Mel waving to him from across the street. He waves back. Mel gestures to Harold to come downstairs. Harold gives him a thumb-up. Later, Harold looks through Mel’s drawings of mixed-up animals. One has an anaconda with the head of a panda bear.]
Mel: That’s Pandaconda. Half panda, half snake.
Harold: Mm.
Mel: (points to another drawing) And this one’s half platypus, half possum.
Harold: A platypossum. Genius. (chuckles) Because a platypus is basically already an animal mashup anyway. So you know…
Mel: You get more bang for your buck. Thank you.
Harold: (laughs) Yeah.
[Harold comes across a blank page with red text reading “unsatisfactory.”]
Mel: This one’s Carl.
Harold: Well, you captured him perfectly.
Mel: I handed that one in for art class, and I got an “unsatisfactory.”
Harold: Clearly, some people have no vision.
Mel: I really wanted a dog, but I’m allergic, so Dad got me Carl. And we used to play with him all the time. Mom, too. But that was before my dad died. 
Harold: Oh. And, um, by “died,” you mean….
Mel: Stopped living.
Harold: Oh, right, right. Right.
Mel: Now Mom’s always stressed out and I wish…
Harold: You wish what?
Mel: I don’t know, I just want her to be happy, you know? Like she used to be.
Harold: Well, maybe I can help.
Mel: Maybe we could help each other. Yeah, like, you make my mom happy, and I’ll help you find your dad.
Harold: Deal.
[They shake hands.]
Mel: Oh. (makes a fist)
Harold: What? (they fist-bump) Oh.
[The two do a special handshake.]
Mel: So how did you make that tire? I really gotta know.
Harold: (gets out his purple crayon) With this.
[He uses his crayon to draw up a butterfly. He blows on it to make it come to life.]
Harold: (hands the crayon to Mel) Here. Now you try.
Mel: Seriously?
Harold: Mm-hmm.
Mel: How does it work?
Harold: You know, I’ve never really thought about it. The old man gave it to me so I just always believed that it would.
[Mel uses it to create something.]
Harold: What is this?
[Once he’s done, he blows on it and it becomes a mashup of a spider and a fly.]
Mel: That’s Spiderfly.
Harold: Now, that is creative.
[The spiderfly eats the butterfly and growls.]
Harold: And that’s terrifying. That’s… that’s terrifying.
Mel: Yeah. (hands Harold back his purple crayon) Here.
Harold: Thank- We should prob- Okay. Run! (runs away) Mel, look out. I think I’m just gonna sneak out of here.
Mel: It’s poisonous.
Harold: Why did you make it poisonous?
[The spiderfly hits the window. Meanwhile, Porcupine wanders around the neighborhood.]
Porcupine: Harold? It’s cold. I need you to draw me a jacket.
[She finds some purple flowers at a house.]
Porcupine: (gasps) Purple! (sniffs the flowers) He’s been here.
[As she approaches the house, she notices a porcupine slipper.]
Porcupine: Aw. (pets the slipper) Hey, friend.
[Porcupine sees the door and tries to open it like she did back in the drawing world. However, she notices she has thumbs and uses them to open the door.]
Porcupine: Wow, this is real power.
[She looks around the place and spots a jacket hanging by.]
Porcupine: Hmm. That’ll do.
[She puts it on and admires herself in the mirror.]
Porcupine: Hello, beautiful.
[She then heads to the kitchen to eat a piece of pie.]
Man: (offscreen) Hey, whoever’s down there, I called the cops. They’re on their way.
[The siren blares. Porcupine heads out of the house and jumps into the garden. Lights turn on and Porcupine sees a security camera. She hisses and climbs up the fence, falling to the other side. The next morning, Terry wakes up to see the spiderfly growling at her. She yelps and smacks it away.]
Terry: What was that?
[She heads downstairs to find tons of pies in the kitchen. She then notices Harold, Moose, and Mel eating pie outside.]
Harold: We have it every day. (laughs) The best ever.
[Terry heads outside to meet them.]
Harold: Oh, good morning, Terry!
Terry: Where’d those pies come from?
Mel: Harold made them.
Terry: Okay, well, pies are not breakfast.
Moose: Okay, I’mma pretend I didn’t hear what you just said. Pie is definitely breakfast. Right.
Terry: Okay.
[She then notices her house is now purple.]
Terry: My house is purple.
Harold: Oh, yeah-yeah, yeah. Well, you said it needed some new paint, so I thought maybe I would just make it a little more cheerful and then you wouldn’t be so unhappy all the time.
Mel: Mom, Harold can do magic. He can literally make anything.
Moose: Uh, I wouldn’t call it magic, per se. It’s more of a science.
Harold: I’ve been trying to keep it a secret, but with this little guy, I can basically make whatever I want.
Terry: Okay, can we talk for a sec? 
[Harold and Terry walk away from Moose and Mel.]
Terry: Okay. Um, I’m already dealing with, like, an imaginary dragon-lizard-lion situation right now, so can we not do magic crayons, please?
Harold: Yeah. Yeah, yeah. No, sure, Terry.
Terry: Okay, great.
Mel: Mom, I need to help Harold look for his dad.
Terry: Oh, no. You need to go to school. And I need to go to work. And these guys gotta go. They gotta go. Okay? Time to stop eating pie. We all have to leave. No more pie. Say bye.
Harold: Hey, Mel.
[He snaps his crayon in half and gives the other half to Mel.]
Mel: Really?
Harold: Yeah.
Mel: Thanks.
[Later, Terry leaves for work while Mel heads to the bus.]
Harold: Bye, Mel. Have a good day. Thank you, Terry.
Terry: Yep.
Harold: Bye.
Terry: Bye.
[However, Mel goes the other direction.]
Mel: All right, let’s find your dad.
Harold: Wait, don’t you have to go to school?
Mel: I am going to school. Just by a super-long indirect way.
Harold: Thanks, Mel.
Mel: Yeah. Wish we had more of that pie.
Harold: Yeah, no. No, no, no. Listen, we gotta respect your mom’s rules. No more pie.
[Later, the three have ice cream drawn by Harold.]
Moose: Harold, you are a genius. This is way better than pie.
Mel: Yeah. Look, if we’re gonna find your dad, we need a plan.
Harold: I’m way ahead of you. We’re just gonna walk around, looking for old men. I mean, how hard could that be?
[He quickly spots another old man walking outside. He gasps and hands his ice cream to Mel before rushing toward the elder.]
Harold: Old Man!
Mel: No, that’s…
Harold: Old Man! It’s me! Harold!
[However, the old man suplexes Harold.]
Mr. Perez: Who you calling old, punk?!
Mel: Sorry, Mr. Perez.
Harold: Oh, this is… This is gonna be a lot harder than I thought.
Moose: Maybe we need to come up with a better plan.
[Harold spots a small brochure for the C.C. Bannister Library. Slogan reads “The Place To Go When You Need To Know… ANYTHING!”]
Harold: “Place to go when you need to know anything”? That’s it, that’s what we do.
Mel: The library, it’s kind of a long walk.
Harold: “Walk?” Who said walk?
[Harold draws Mel a skateboard while he and Moose get roller skates. Harold and Mel skate off while Moose tries to roller skate.]
Moose: Wait, guys! Wait for me!
[He starts to get the hang of roller skating.]
Moose: Wait a minute, I’m a moose on roller skates! I’m doing it! Oh, I think I’m getting the hang of it! No, I don’t! (slips and falls) Aah!
[They skate their way through the city of Providence.]
Moose: No, wait! (laughs) Oh, yeah.
[Harold skates around as he draws a wavy ramp. It becomes physical, allowing some skateboarders to skate on it. Soon, Harold, Moose, and Mel arrive at the C.C. Bannister Library. Mel spots something and groans.]
Harold: What’s wrong?
Mel: You’ll see.
[As they walk in, we see a poster for a book called “The Glaive of G’Garaur.” There is a photo of an author named Gary Natwick, said to be reading, signing, and discussing. Inside the library, Gary reads from his novel. Only three people are attending, with one woman fast asleep.]
Gary Natwick: (Laughs as he reads) “The Glaive,” chortled the sorcerer Gondaldemor. It’s the most powerful weapon in the universe. Only a fool would dare wield it. He stepped forward, his abs rippling like liquid stone, his pecs set upon them like two impenetrable boulders, only distinguishable as human by the perfectly shaped yet masculine nipples they flaunted.”
Mother: Ah. (to her son) Let’s go.
[The mother and her son leave the place.]
Gary Natwick: (reads) “The name’s G’Garaur.”
Library Worker: (applauds) Amazing. A big round of applause for our head librarian, Gary Natwick, reading from his novel…
[The sleeping woman wakes up and leaves.]
Gary Natwick: She’s gone.
Library Worker: The Glaive of G’Ga-
Gary Natwick: G’Garaur. It’s not that hard.
Library Worker: I’m sorry.
Gary Natwick: Okay.
[Harold, Moose, and Mel approach Gary.]
Gary Natwick: Ah. Mel, hi. Thanks for coming. (touching the air) And hi, Mel’s imaginary dragon thingy.
Mel: You’re touching his butt.
Harold: (chuckles softly) Sorry.
Mel: These are my friends Harold and Moose.
Gary Natwick: Harold and Moose?
Moose: Yes, I’ve changed quite a bit recently, but I’m still the same inside. You know, I’m vegetarian, I’m pretty nimble, I’m docile. But the greatest thing about me is I’m a wanderer by nature. And that’s what I’m about to do. Some wandering.
Gary Natwick: Enjoy.
[Moose wanders off in the library.]
Harold: Uh, how many pages is that?
Gary Natwick: 700 pages.
[Harold sees one of the papers being an illustration of a fantasy character resembling Terry.]
Harold: Mel. (laughs) That looks just like your mom.
[Mel reacts with disgust and horror.]
Gary Natwick: (takes the paper) No. That’s Zerry, my warrior queen. I mean, G’Garaur’s warrior queen. (to Mel) How is your beautiful mother? Tell her hi from Library Gary. (to Harold) We met in college. And how do you know Terry? You’re not, uh, seeing her, are you?
Adult Harold: Oh, I saw her this morning. But that’s because we stayed the night last night. And I saw her yesterday. Yeah. We’ve been seeing a lot of each other, so… (Gary sighs) But that’s not why we’re here. We’re here because I really need your help, Library Gary. I’m really trying to find my old man.
Gary Natwick: We’re a library. We don’t do missing persons.
Mel: My mom always talks about what an amazing librarian you are.
Gary Natwick: She does?
Mel: Yeah. How you can find information about anything.
Gary Natwick: She said that?
Mel: Well, sorry, Harold. Gary can’t do it. My mom will be so disappointed.
[The two prepare to leave.]
Gary Natwick: Wait. For your mother… anything.
[Later, he gets on the computer.]
Gary Natwick: All right, what’s your dad’s name?
Harold: (exhales) Funny thing, I don’t know. I really don’t know. Um… But I know he’s an old man, and I know that he’s in the Real World.
Gary Natwick: Okay. (types) Old man. Planet Earth. And that brings up 500 million people.
Harold: Um… um… ooh, ooh, ooh. Uh… Say “kind.” And then…
Moose: Wise.
Harold: And “wise.” (mimics the narrator) And he talks like this.
Gary Natwick: Okay, I’ll just enter that into the mainframe. (types) And clackity-clackity-clack. And none of this is helpful.
Mel: Let’s go, guys, we’re wasting our time.
Gary Natwick: I’m just saying that if this is all you’ve got, you’re never gonna find him.
Harold: Unless…
Moose: Unless… he finds us.
Harold: Exactly! Which is gonna be difficult because he doesn’t know we’re looking for him. Unless…
Gary Natwick: Unless… what?
Harold: I don’t know. That’s- I was-
Gary Natwick: Maybe you could fly in the air in a little plane and write messages to him in the sky.
Harold: (snaps his fingers) And that’s why you ask a librarian. Genius. (holds up his purple crayon) Let’s go have some fun.
Mel: Yes.
Gary Natwick: Purple crayon.
Harold: It’s kind of my thing, so...
Gary Natwick: Cute.
Harold: Thank you for your help.
[The three go outside and Harold uses his purple crayon to start drawing up a plane.]
Mel: Whoa!
[Meanwhile, Gary is chatting to Yasmin on his laptop.]
Yasmin: (on screen) Yes, well, unfortunately, we’ve decided to pass on The Glaive of…
Gary Natwick: G’Garaur.
Yasmin: (on screen) Whatever.
Gary Natwick: G’Garaur. It’s not that hard.
Yasmin: (on screen) It is hard. You don’t want a book where people can’t even say the title.
Gary Natwick: You’re just like all the others, Yasmin. You don’t get it. My world is bigger than Hogwarts and Middle-Earth and Narnia combined.
Yasmin: (scoffs; on screen) Okay.
[Gary speaks to her in a fictional language.]
Yasmin: (on screen) Don’t know what that means.
Gary Natwick: It means, “Thank you for your time. I hope you reconsider.”
[He closes his laptop and stares out the window when he notices Harold still drawing. Harold spins the propeller and the plane becomes real, shocking Gary in surprise.]
Harold: Ta-da!
[Finally, Gary pieces it together.]
Gary Natwick: Harold and the Purple Crayon.
[As he runs off, we cut to the three outside.]
Moose: Anybody ever heard the term “when a moose flies?” No! ‘Cause moose don’t fly. I am a land animal.
Mel: Statistically, planes are safer than cars.
Moose: What about a plane drawn by Harold?
Mel: It’s gonna be great.
Harold: It’s gonna be great.
Moose: Statistically, what does that mean?
[Back in the library, Gary searches through the shelves for Harold and the Purple Crayon when he spots a little boy reading it.]
Little Boy: (Reads) “So Harold left a hungry moose and a deserving porcupine to finish it where he was.”
[Gary grabs the book from him.]
Little Boy: Hey!
Gary Natwick: Quiet, please. This is a library.
[He looks through the book.]
Gary Natwick: With that crayon, I can show them my world.
[Meanwhile, the purple plane drives down the road.]
Moose: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! 
Mel: Watch out, red light!
Harold: Oh!
[He pulls the steering stick up and the plane flies up.]
Mel: This is awesome! Whoo!
Moose: Look out!
Harold: What? I can’t… Actually, hold on a second.
[He starts drawing around them.]
Mel: Whoa.
[Soon, a glass is formed over the three.]
Harold: (chuckles) Sorry about that, buddy. What were you saying?
Moose: I said, “look out!”
[He sees that they’re approaching a building.]
Harold: Oh.
[He steers away from the building.]
Harold: (chuckles) That was close, huh?
[Moose pants while clutching his chest. The plane flies up into the sky.]
Mel: We should leave a phone number. But my mom says that I can’t give my number to strangers.
Harold: Well, she didn’t say you couldn’t give her number to strangers.
[He presses the smoke button and purple smoke pours out to the plane. Harold steers the plane around while whooping with Mel.]
Moose: (shaking his head) Mmh-mmh!
Mel: It’s working! Woo-hoo!
[Soon, Harold was done writing and the plane started going down. Moose screams and briefly turns into a moose, with his legs breaking through the bottom.]
Moose: Harold!
Harold: Ooh. Sorry, Moose. Sorry!
[Moose climbs back into the plane.]
Moose: Harold! Get me out the air! Land this thing!
Harold: That’s not nearly as fun. Hang on!
[He pulls the cord and the three are launched out of the plane. Harold draws up a parachute for them to float safely down.]
Mel: Yeah!
Harold: See? Now that is fun.
[Mel looks down to see his school below.]
Mel: Look, that’s my school.
Harold: All right! Let’s get you down there.
[They float down towards the school.]
Harold: Well, it looks like it’s gonna be another perfect landing, folks. So sit back, relax, and…
[However, they’re about to land on a hill.]
Harold: Oh!
Moose: Whoa, whoa!
[They land and roll downwhile wrapped in the parachute.]
Moose: I can’t believe we’re still rolling.
Harold: I feel like I’m in a washing machine.
[They make it to the bottom.]
Moose: Maybe pie isn’t breakfast.
[Harold draws up scissors to cut out of the parachute.]
Mel: We gotta do that again.
Harold: Oh, hey! All right.
[They look up to the sky to see the written text. “OLD MAN CALL ME! 401-167-5329.”]
Mel: Whoa. Well, good luck finding your old man.
Harold: Thanks. Have fun at school.
[As Mel heads to school, we cut to two old men playing checkers in the park. One of them notices the writing in the sky.]
Old Man: Huh. Look at this.
Old Man 2: Huh?
[At Ollie’s, Terry receives a phone call, so she answers it.]
Terry: (on phone) Hello?
Bearded Old Man: (on phone) Hey. I saw your number in the sky.
Terry: (on phone) What?
Bearded Old Man: (on phone) I figured it was a sign.
Terry: (on phone) I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Bearded Old Man: (on phone) I could be your old man if you’ll be my old lady.
Terry: (on phone) I think you have the wrong number. Okay?
[Cut to an old man in the wheelchair.]
Old Man in Wheelchair: (on phone) Hello?
Terry: (on phone) Hello?
Old Man in Wheelchair: (on phone) Hello?
Terry: (on phone) Hello?
[Cut to an old African-American man.]
African-American Elder: (on phone) Yeah, uh, I got your message in the sky.
Terry: (on phone) Let me guess. You’re an old man.
African-American Elder: (on phone) Yeah.
[Cut back to the old man in the wheelchair.]
Old Man in Wheelchair: (on phone) Hello?
Terry: (on phone) Hello?
Old Man in Wheelchair: (on phone) Hello?
Terry: (on phone) Hello?
[Cut back to the old African-American man.]
African-American Elder: (on phone) How old of a guy are you looking for?
Terry: (on phone) Is this some kind of a joke?
African-American Elder: (on phone) No, no, no. You left me a message in the sky.
Terry: (on phone) That wasn’t me, so…
[Cut back to the old man in the wheelchair.]
Old Man in Wheelchair: (on phone) I can't hear you. Hello? Hello?
Terry: (on phone) Please stop calling me.
[Meanwhile in school, Mrs. Hemm walks by and Mel sneaks off when he bumps into two bullies.]
Bully 1: You’re late, Melvin.
Bully 2: Where’ve you been, weirdo? (tries to grab his whistle) Give me this.
Mel: Stop.
Bully 2: (grabs Melvin) Where you goin’?
Mel: Let go of me!
[He hits his elbow on one of the bullies, making his nose bleed.]
Bully 2: Bro. You just hit my bro.
[He fights Mel, but Mrs. Hemm quickly stops it.]
Mrs. Hemm: What’s with the noise? What’s going on? Principal’s office, now.
[The two bullies head to the principal’s office, pushing past Mel. Meanwhile, Harold and Moose arrive at Ollie’s.]
Moose: There it is. The store that sells everything.
Harold: Come on, let’s go find Terry.
[As they head to the store, Harold notices a row of shopping carts being pushed out by a staff member.]
Harold: Oh, Moose! (rides on the row) Miniature train ride! (Moose walks by him) No, Moose!
[He runs across the row and jumps off.]
Staff Member: What? What are you doin’, man?
[The two go inside Ollie’s.]
Moose: Wow.
Harold: (gasps) Whoa! This place is next level!
[Moose points up at the security screen, showing the two themselves.]
Harold: (gasps) Wow! 
Moose: This place has everything! (finds a jar of cheeseballs) Cheese… balls? It’s like cheese, but puffier.
Harold: Wow! Oh, and they have these things! (grabs a dog toy and hangs it around his neck) Like scarves, but soft and heavy.
Man: (over PA) Customer needs assistance in macrame supplies.
Harold: They have their own narrator.
[They walk past a TV set, showing a news report of Porcupine’s break-in last night.]
News Anchor: (on TV) …into a night of terror for a local couple. Police are looking for this woman. Authorities say the still-unidentified suspect…
[Cut to Terry, her phone rings and she answers it.]
Terry: (on phone) Hello?
[Cut to two kids making a prank call.]
Prank Caller Kid: (on phone) Hi. I’m old. I’m, like, 40.
Terry: (on phone) Okay. Can I talk to your mom, please?
Prank Caller Kid 2: (on phone) And I just pooped my pants.
[They both laugh and an exasperated Terry hangs up. Her manager, Prasad, walks over to her.]
Prasad: Terry. What did we say about personal calls?
Terry: Oh, it was a wrong num- I’ve had like 600 wrong numbers today, sorry.
Prasad: Terry, I started out just like you, busting my hump on the floor.
Terry: Right.
Prasad: But 12 years later…
[He points to his uniform and his nametag.]
Terry: I’m a manager.
Prasad: Manager. Okay? Dreams do come true.
Terry: Yep.
Prasad: But you have to work for them.
Terry: Right.
Prasad: Now, I have an opportunity for you.
Terry: Mm-hmm.
Prasad: I’ve got a backlogged stockroom. This could be your moment. Are you ready to take the shot?
Terry: You just try and stop me.
Prasad: Great. This is your last warning.
Terry: Okay.
Prasad: Great. Good luck.
Terry: Thank you. ‘Kay.
[Cut to Harold and Moose relaxing on vibrating chairs while the latter is eating cheeseballs.]
Harold: Oh, wow!
Moose: (laughs) Feels so good.
Harold: So good.
[Terry spots them and walks over to them.]
Terry: What are you guys doing here?
Harold: Hi, Terry. Hey, did my old man call you?
Terry: (gasps) Oh, no. Your old man has not called. 
Harold: Oh.
Terry: But old men are calling me every 15 seconds. Do you have something to do with that? All right. Well, you guys gotta get out of here, okay? I’m this close to losing my job.
Harold: Oh, congrats. You hated this job.
Terry: No, I love this job. (waves to Prasad) Hey, Prasad.
Harold: Okay, well, I am very confused.
[Her phone rings and she growls in annoyance while answering.]
Terry: (on phone) Will you idiots stop calling me?!
[However, it was only Principal Brady calling.]
Principal Brady: (on phone) Terry? It’s Principal Brady.
Terry: (on phone) Principal Brady?
Principal Brady: (on phone) Yes.
Terry: (on phone) Hi.
Principal Brady: (on phone) Your son Melvin has been involved in an incident in school.
Terry: (on phone) What?
Principal Brady: (on phone) He’s okay. But I’m afraid we’re gonna have to send him home for the day.
Terry: (on phone) Yeah, no, sorry. I’ll be right there. Okay, bye. (hangs up) Okay, Mel’s in trouble at school, but I’m gonna lose my job if I miss this shift.
[Harold and Moose get up from their chairs.]
Harold: When people need help, we help.
Moose: Right.
Harold: You know who I learned that from? From a lady who hit us with her car.
Moose: Mm-hmm.
Harold: Do you know who that lady is? You.
Terry: Me.
[She takes the two to the stockroom.]
Terry: This is the stockroom. So you take the boxes, you look at the label, and you put them on the right shelf. 
[She does so to one box.]
Terry: Piece of cake, right? I’ll be back in an hour. Thank you.
[She leaves the room and Harold sets a fragile box on the shelf, shattering something inside.]
Harold: See? Piece of cake.
Moose: Mm.
[They immediately get to work. Six minutes later, the two are already miserable.]
Harold: I can’t take it anymore. This is soul-crushing.
Moose: Oh, God. Having a job in the Real World is so terrible.
Harold: I wouldn’t get a job. Why would anybody wanna get a job?
Moose: I don’t know. How long have we been doing this?
Harold: (checks his watch) Six minutes!
Moose: Aah!
[They both cry in despair. Meanwhile, Terry and Mel leave the school building.]
Terry: What happened? You’re not the kind of kid who gets into fights.
Mel: It was an accident. They tried to take my whistle.
Terry: Okay. Well, I think you should forget about Carl and start making real friends. Okay?
Mel: Harold believes in Carl.
Terry: Well, maybe we shouldn’t take life advice from a person that does crayon magic.
[Back in Ollie’s…]
Harold: We are here to help. Do you need… Nope, you don’t need any help. Okay. Come on, Moose. This’ll be way more fun.
[Moose stops to notice a moose on a big TV screen in the camping department.]
Moose: Whoa!
Man: (over PA) Apples to zesters and everything in between. Ollie’s is here for your needs.
[He marvels at the moose on the screen.]
Moose: I look glorious. Oh, how I miss my antlers.
Woman: (over PA) Cashier to checkout 7. Cashier to checkout…
[He grabs some headphones and puts them on to hear chewing noises from the moose.]
Moose: (gasps) Chewing sounds.
[Harold notices an old lady trying to reach for a colander, so he draws springs beneath her feet to help her up. However, she is trying to balance herself. Harold then comes across a shopper in the shoe department.]
Shopper: Ah, perfect. Hey, do you guys sell Pumas?
Harold: Uh, you know, I’m not sure. (holds up his crayon) But shouldn’t be a problem.
[Cut to a little boy trying to fly a coin-operated helicopter.]
Shawn: Fly! Fly, fly!
[He draws up propellers on the helicopter.]
Harold: Enjoy!
[He spins the propellers, making them real.]
Harold: (chuckles) I am getting really good at this!
Shawn: Fly! Fly!
[The helicopter starts to fly up from the stand.]
Shawn: Whoa! This is insane!
Shawn’s Mother: (notices) Oh, Shawn!
[The mother grabs onto the helicopter.]
Shawn’s Mother: Honey! Shawn, honey!
Shawn: Whoa! I’m flying! 
[The mother hangs on for the ride, knocking down items in the process.]
Shawn: Awesome!
[A puma is seen wandering around the store while the old lady struggles to maintain her balance on the springs.]
Shawn: This is fun, mom!
[His mother runs into the old lady and they end up hitting a canoe, which knocks down a lot of balls. Tons of stuff fall apart while Moose listens to calm nature sounds on the headphones. Skis fall down and a pillow is shredded by the fan, spreading feathers everywhere. A ceiling lamp falls down, catching his attention. Moose takes off the headphones. The light catches fire and Moose notices in horror. Soon, Terry and Mel arrive at Ollie’s to see police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances outside the building.]
Man: Hurry up. Please evacuate the building.
[Inside the building, the old lady, now injured, is wheeled away on a hamper.]
Old Shopper: (to Prasad) I’m gonna sue you. And I’m taking these bowls.
[Shawn is seen being dragged away by his mother.]
Shawn: But mom, I wanna do it again.
Shawn’s Mother: Shh!
Shawn: But mom!
[Terry walks over to Harold and Moose in shock.]
Terry: How did you even do this? I actually wanna know.
Moose: That’s… That’s a valid question.
Harold: Yeah, yeah, I-
Terry: Do not say anything about magic crayons. (Harold zips his lips) What were you thinking?
Harold: Oh, no, honestly, I-I don’t do a lot of thinking. I’m more of an improv guy.
Moose: True.
Prasad: Good news, Terry. Police are all over the security tapes. They’re gonna find out who did this, and when they do… (chuckles) …it will not be pretty. (notices Harold and Moose) Who are you guys?
Harold: Oh, we’re friends of Terry. We’re just filling in. But I gotta be honest, your job is super boring. (to Terry) No wonder you hate it so much.
[Terry winces while Prasad glares. They then notice the puma gnawing on a moose dog toy.]
Harold: You do sell pumas, right? I wasn’t wrong about that?
[Cut to Terry turning in her work uniform to Prasad as she and Mel leave Ollie’s.]
Harold: We’re really, really sorry. Is there…
Moose: Yeah, is there anything we can do?
Terry: You guys have done plenty. I think you can stop.
Mel: Mom, you did ask them to help. They did their best. Besides, you hated that job. I’m just saying, maybe now you can find something that makes you happy. Please?
Terry: I did always wanna trash that place. Okay. Come on.
[Harold and Mel fist-bump in joy. Later, the four have a walk in the city.]
Terry: You ever look at your life and go, “How’d I end up here?”
Moose: (chuckles) I’m asking myself that question right now.
Terry: Yeah, I thought I was gonna be a concert pianist.
Harold: Wait a second. Maybe working at Ollie’s wasn’t your true passion.
Terry: Ya think?
Harold: Terry, you need to play piano. It’s who you are.
Terry: I don’t know, I haven’t really played since my husband died. I’m a little rusty.
[Harold spots an ice cream truck nearby.]
Harold: Ice cream truck. Ice cream truck. We love ice cream, don’t we?
Moose: Yeah, yeah, we... We love ice cream.
Mel: Yeah. Ice cream sounds delicious. Let’s go. Let’s go.
Moose: Let’s get this ice cream. Come on, Terry.
Terry: Okay. I don’t like it that much.
[As the others go for some ice cream, they hear some piano playing nearby. They look to see Harold playing a purple piano that he drew up.]
Terry: Um… how did… you know what? I’m not even gonna ask anymore. This is incredible. I mean…
Harold: Play for us, please.
Terry: I don’t do that anymore.
Mel: Come on, mom. You haven’t played for so long. Dad and I used to love it. Please?
[Terry relents and starts playing the piano. She’s really good at this. Meanwhile, the two detectives look at a picture of Harold and Moose from their phone.]
Junior Detective Silva: Do these guys look like criminals to you?
Detective Love: They look like morons.
Junior Detective Silva: There’s something more to this. I have witnesses saying they saw him making things out of thin air.
Detective Love: You gotta humor the crazies.
[As they get in the car, they don’t notice Porcupine noticing purple balloons at Andriy’s Restaurant.]
Porcupine: Ah. Harold. What a trail of clues you have left.
[She enters the restaurant and looks around for Harold.]
Porcupine: Harold? (to a customer) Harold?
Customer: (shakes his head) Mm-mm.
Porcupine: Harold? 
Waitress: Miss? Can I help you?
Porcupine: Yes! Thank God someone’s offering help. I was beginning to think the Real World was full of meanies.
[The waitress notices a little girl scribbling on the table.]
Waitress: Don’t do that. Crayons are for paper, sweetie.
Porcupine: (scoffs) Uh… Sorry, what did you just say?
Waitress: She can’t just draw wherever she wants.
Porcupine: Well, you have no idea what that could've been. (to the girl) Don’t listen to her, mate. Crayons aren’t just for paper. They’re for everywhere. I can’t wait to see what you make.
Waitress: If you aren’t here to eat, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.
Porcupine: Oh, I’ll eat.
[She eats from the all-you-can-eat buffet. The little girl giggles at this.]
Waitress: You're gonna have to leave now.
[Porcupine hisses while being cornered by her and another waiter. She runs around in the restaurant.]
Waitress: Hey!
[Quirky piano music plays as Porcupine runs across the seats. The waiter tries to grab her, but she steps on his back. She then goes from table to table. In the police car…]
Junior Detective Silva: I’m telling you this is all connected.
[Porcupine leaves the restaurant and the detectives notice.]
Junior Detective Silva: That’s her!
[They exit the vehicle to chase after Porcupine.]
Junior Detective Silva: You! Get back here!
[Silva stops near a tree to look around before running off. Porcupine climbs down from the tree and catches Harold’s scent in the air. She runs off. Meanwhile, Gary drives in to see Harold and Moose near Terry as she finishes up playing the piano. The crowd applauds her.]
Moose: So good!
Harold: No, that was all her. Well, I mean, I made the piano.
[Gary approaches the two.]
Gary Natwick: Harold. Moose.
Harold: Hi.
Gary Natwick: Oh, Terry.
Terry: Hi, Gary.
Gary Natwick: Your music was a golden elixir, and I drank until I was intoxicated.
Terry: Did you now? (Gary kisses her hand) Thanks, Gary.
Gary Natwick: Harold, I have wonderful news. I think I know who your old man is.
Harold: You know who my… You do? He does! Oh, Gary, you’re the best.
Gary Natwick: It’s gonna take some explaining, so follow me and I’ll tell you everything.
Harold: Okay. Okay.
Mel: W-W-Wait. Why do you want to help them all of a sudden?
Gary Natwick: (hesitates) I’m a nice person.
Mel: Well, I’m coming, too.
Terry: No, no, no, no, honey. You’ve had enough excitement for one day. We gotta go home.
Gary Natwick: Yes, Mel, I think it’s past your bedtime. What a wonderful boy.
Terry: Thank you.
Gary Natwick: He could use a father figure, perhaps.
Terry: Um, okay. (to Harold) Are you sure you’re alright?
Gary Natwick: Terry, you’ve done more than enough. Let Gary carry this burden. I know exactly what to do.
Harold: He knows exactly what to do!
[Harold and Moose follow Gary out.]
Terry: Ready?
[As they walk away, we cut to Harold and Moose sitting with Gary as he explains.]
Gary Natwick: When someone tells a story, they create a whole world. And usually, the characters stay there in that world. 
Harold: What… what are you…. what are you talking about?
Gary Natwick: (holds up the book) This is the world that you come from.
[Harold looks inside the book.]
Harold: (gasps) Moose, that’s us. That’s me, that’s you. Oh, this is incredible.
Moose: It’s a whole book about us.
Gary Natwick: Do you know what brought you two to life? It's what your crayon is made of. The most mysterious, powerful, extraordinary stuff on Earth.
Harold: Wax?
Gary Natwick: Pure imagination.
Harold: Oh, that is so cool.
Moose: I wanna go home. I miss home. You know somethin’? I’m goin’ in.
[He tries to go into the book.]
Harold: That’s…
Moose: Let me in, book. I wanna go home! I gotta step in it, maybe.
[He places his foot on the book.]
Gary Natwick: That’s not gonna work. And that’s a $12 fine. Soiling.
[Harold then notices who wrote the book.]
Harold: (reads) “By Crockett Johnson.” The Narrator, Crockett Johnson! This is my old man. Moose, we finally know who it is!
[Nearby, Porcupine finally spots Harold and Moose.]
Harold: Porcupine? Porcupine, is that you?
Porcupine: Harold? Yes! Harold! I knew it! I knew I’d find you!
[The two hug each other.]
Harold: Oh, my goodness!
Porcupine: Moose?
Moose: Yeah! Porcupine, it’s you? Look at you. You in human form.
Porcupine: I know, it’s so weird! (holds up her thumbs) I love having these.
Moose: I’m not really comfortable yet. I miss my hooves, you know?
Porcupine: Yeah, no, I miss my quills. 
Harold: It’s so good having the gang back together again.
Porcupine: I know!
[Suddenly, Silva pounces on her.]
Junior Detective Silva: You are under arrest for breaking and entering!
Harold: Is there a problem? That porcupine is a friend of ours.
[Silva glares at Harold and Moose. Cut to the three having their mugshots taken before getting thrown in a jail cell. Harold’s purple crayon gets confiscated.]
Harold: Uh, would it be possible for me to get my crayon back?
Moose: Tell y’all somethin’, moose don’t belong in jail. I really don’t like the Real World at all. I just wanna go home so bad.
Harold: Moose, relax. We can fix this. We can fix this. We just need a plan.
Porcupine: Whatever the plan is, can you not leave me behind this time?
Harold: No, of course not. Hey, hey. Come here, come here. It’s Harold and Moose and Porcupine, okay? We’re gonna figure out how to get our world back together. We just gotta get that crayon first.
[A big, burly prisoner is placed into their cell.]
Porcupine: How do you do?
[With the door open, Moose sneaks out of the cell and into the office while Porcupine pretends to go crazy.]
Porcupine: You cannot keep me up in here! Keep me locked up in here! Do you know what I am?
Officer: (offscreen) You better get down!
Porcupine: You’re so lucky you don’t have a face full of quills right now!
Harold: (offscreen) I’m crazy, too.
[The officer shuts the door and Porcupine gives Harold a thumb-up. Moose takes the purple crayon and throws it to Porcupine.]
Detective Love: Hey, what are you doing?!
Moose: Whoa, whoa…
[He runs and closes the office door on the cops while Harold starts drawing.]
Moose: Come on, come on! Let me in! Open up! Let me in!
[Harold draws a key to open the cell door.]
Harold: Come on, Moose! Come on, hurry, hurry!
[Moose goes in, and Harold closes the door.]
Detective Love: You left the door open?!
[They then see a big purple lock on it.]
Harold: Okay. How do we get through that wall? Ooh!
[Cut to the wall being destroyed by a purple wrecking ball.]
Harold: (laughs) Yeah! I can't believe that worked!
[He and his friends escape from jail while the prisoner walks away in astonishment.]
Prisoner: I need to get some crayons.
[Meanwhile in school, Mel draws up a picture of Carl.]
Teacher: Okay, class. Time is up. Pencils down.
[As he gets up from his seat, he sees Harold, Moose, and Porcupine outside on a purple motorcycle. He puts his paper on the teacher’s desk.]
Mel: Can I go to the bathroom?
[Mel goes out to grab his backpack from his locker, only to be confronted by the bullies.]
Bully 2: Hey.
[One of them takes his whistle.]
Mel: Hey! Give it back.
Bully 2: Why? Is your pet dragon gonna hurt us?
[He throws it to his buddy.]
Mel: This isn’t funny. Give it back.
[They shove him into the janitor’s closet.]
Bully 2: See ya later. (laughs)
Mel: No, no, no!
[They shut the door on him.]
Mel: Come on, let me out.
[He then realizes something and gets out the purple crayon. He has an idea. Outside…]
Bully 2: Look, check out this stupid whistle. It doesn’t even work.
[When he blows on it, something hits the door. The two notice and back away until a mashup creature bursts out of the room. It’s Carl, now made real by the purple crayon! The bullies become scared at this.]
Bully 2: Let’s get out of here!
[They run away and Carl grabs the whistle while flying around and trashing up the hallway. Mel watches in awe while running out. Mrs. Hemm comes out to see the mess, thinking Mel did it.]
Mrs. Hemm: Mel, what did you do?
[Carl knocks her away.]
Mel: Sorry, Mrs. Hemm. (to Carl as he grabs his whistle back) Thanks, Carl. Don’t let anybody see you, okay?
[Carl licks his face and flies off while turning invisible.]
Mel: That’s cool.
[Mel exits the school building and meets up with Harold, Moose, and Porcupine.]
Moose: Mel! Hey!
Harold: Ha-ha!
Mel: Harold, Moose!
Porcupine: And Porcupine. Nice to meet you.
Mel: Hi, Porcupine. Did you find your dad?
Harold: Yes! His name is Crockett Johnson.
Mel: Johnson.
Harold: Gary was helping us. Then we all got arrested, which is a story for another time.
Mel: Found him. His house is only like 20 minutes away from here.
Moose: Oh, that’s perfect! Let’s get out of here. Come on, Mel.
Porcupine: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I have thumbs now. I drive.
[As Mel gets on...]
Mel: Um, have you ever driven a motorcycle before?
Porcupine: I’m a porcupine. I’ve never done anything before.
[She starts driving the motorcycle.]
Moose: Slow down, Porcupine!
[She drives through the city and swerves away from passing cars.]
Porcupine: Can you believe I’ve never done this before?
Moose: Yes, I can.
Harold: Look at the road. Look at the road.
[Meanwhile, Gary tries to insert his credit card into the machine when he sees Mel, Moose, Harold and Porcupine on the motorcycle. He tries to go after them, but he ends up stuck in a traffic jam.]
Gary Natwick: Shaknathar!
[Cut to Terry at home.]
Terry: (on phone) Well, what do you mean he ran away? Okay. Thank you.
[Terry opens her phone’s kid finder app and she sees Mel is on the road to Crockett Johnson’s house. Soon, Mel, Moose, Porcupine, and Harold arrive at Crockett Johnson’s house. An excited Harold knocks on the door and an old caretaker answers it.]
Caretaker: Hello. Welcome to the Crockett Johnson House. Are you fans of his works?
Harold: Yeah. Yeah. You could say that. We’ve traveled a long way to get here. And I just can’t wait to meet him face-to-face.
Caretaker: Oh, well, this is a museum now. Crockett Johnson passed away.
Harold: Passed away?
Mel: He’s not alive anymore, Harold. It’s like my dad.
[Harold is crushed to hear the terrible news.]
Caretaker: I’d be more than happy to give you a tour.
Harold: (sadly) No, that’s okay. Thank you. Have a good day.
Caretaker: Thanks. You too.
[They walk away and Harold has a sad look on his face. His journey to find the old man was all for nothing.]
Mel: I’m sorry, Harold.
Harold: (sadly) That’s the end of the story.
[Terry then arrives.]
Terry: Mel! Mel! Come here! What happened? Are you okay? I was so worried. The principal called and said you trashed the school and you ran away?
Mel: No, it wasn’t me. It was Carl.
Terry: What is going on with you?
Mel: We found out that Harold is from a book, so we came here to find his dad.
Terry: Mel, go wait in the car.
Mel: But mom, Harold was-
Terry: Just go! Go.
[As Mel heads to the van, Terry angrily approaches Harold.]
Terry: Look, I don’t know what’s going on here, or whether you’re just crazy. But ever since you showed up, our entire lives have been turned upside down. I have a kid to protect. And you’re filling his head with stuff that’s not good for him. So, I’m gonna have to ask you to stay away from me and my son. Just leave us alone.
[Terry leaves with Mel.]
Harold: (sadly) I’m sorry. I was wrong about everything.
[As Terry drives off, Moose notices the motorcycle disappearing.]
Moose: Porcupine?
[Porcupine turns around and notices.]
Porcupine: (gasps) It’s disappeared!
Moose: Harold.
Porcupine: What do we do?
Harold: (sadly) It’s over.
Moose: What do you mean it’s over? You can do anything.
Harold: (sadly) No, I can’t. It was the old man. It was his book. It was his world. I’m just a dumb drawing drawing other dumb drawings.
Porcupine: So is that what we are? Just dumb drawings?
[Moose and Porcupine disintegrate.]
Harold: (sadly) I’m sorry.
[He turns around to see the empty spots where Moose and Porcupine once stood.]
Harold: Moose? Porcupine? No. No.
[He becomes distraught by the loss of his friends. Later, he walks to the bridge and stares sadly at his purple crayon.]
Harold: (sadly) Oh, Old Man. You never should have given me this.
[On Terry and Mel, the car suddenly loses the spare tire, stopping them on the road. As they get out, Mel looks at the purple trail left behind. Back with Harold…]
Gary Natwick: (offscreen) Harold.
[He turns around to see Gary.]
Gary Natwick: How are you doing, my friend?
[Back with Terry and Mel, the mother speaks to the tow truck driver.]
Mel: Mom. I’ve got a bad feeling. I think Harold’s in trouble.
Terry: No, the only one who’s in trouble is you. And I don’t want to hear any more about Harold. Get in the car.
[Later, they return home, where Mel sees that the house has lost its purple color.]
Mel: Mom! Mom, everything Harold drew is disappearing. (as they go inside) I’m serious, mom. Something’s wrong. I don’t trust Gary. He’s up to something. We gotta help. I need Carl.
Terry: Give me the whistle.
Mel: But Mom…
Terry: Give it to me.
[Mel gives her the whistle and storms off to his room. Terry looks at the old family pictures and feels sad. Meanwhile, in the library, Harold sits in Gary’s office.]
Gary Natwick: You’ve let everyone down. But without anyone to guide you, you were bound to mess things up. You can’t use the crayon all by yourself. It’s too powerful. Let me guide your story. My stuff’s a little darker. It’s for ages 14 and up. But I can do it. Harold, I can help you. Give me the crayon.
[The sad Harold sighs deeply and hands Gary the crayon piece. Meanwhile, Mel sneaks out of his room through the window and rides off on his bicycle. Meanwhile, Gary uses the crayon to draw around the room.]
Gary Natwick: I’m a creative person. I create worlds. If you’d read my book, you would know that this… 
[The place transforms into a medieval dungeon.]
Gary Natwick: …is the dungeon of Azgarach.
[Then, handcuffs appear on Harold’s wrists.]
Harold: Oh! These are strange, cool bracelets.
Gary Natwick: Well, I’m glad you like them. You’re going to be wearing them for a very long time.
[Outside, Mel arrives at the library. Back in the dungeon….]
Gary Natwick: All of the people who rejected me, I’ll show them how wrong they were. Now they’ll see what Library Gary is capable of.
Harold: No, Gary, that’s not what the crayon is for. You’re supposed to use it to make people happy.
Gary Natwick: Revenge will make me happy.
[Cut to Mel, he finds Harold trapped in the office dungeon.]
Mel: Harold?
[Suddenly, Gary kidnaps him and chains him next to Harold.]
Harold: Gary, leave him alone. Let him go.
Gary Natwick: I really feel like I’ve gone too far down this path to turn back now. I know Terry is going to be distraught about her missing son, of course, but don’t worry. Library Gary will comfort her. Maybe someday I’ll even draw her a new son. A cool one that looks like me.
Mel: You’re a seriously messed-up guy, Gary.
Gary Natwick: Oh, yeah? How about this?
[He draws around the floor.]
Harold: How about what? How about what?
[He stomps his foot and the ground crumbles apart. Gary quickly leaves the room while Harold and Mel back away in fear.]
Harold: Oh, no. The Real World is nothing like I imagined it.
[Outside, Gary prepares to go to his car.]
Gary Natwick: (then) No.
[He throws his car keys away and starts drawing something. Back at the house, Terry knocks on her son’s door.]
Terry: Mel? Can we talk?
[She enters his room.]
Terry: Mel- (notices he’s gone) Mel?
[Meanwhile, Gary manages to draw up a carriage with a horse.]
Gary Natwick: Now the world will gaze upon me and be impressed. Onward, Thrahaknahar!
[He rides off on his carriage. Back with Harold and Mel…]
Harold: I’m so sorry, Mel. I can’t draw us out of this one. I really messed up.
Mel: No, you didn’t. You made things a lot better. You believed in me. And my mom. And Carl. Just believe in yourself. I do. (holds up his crayon piece) And we can draw our way out of here.
[He draws up a key to free himself and Harold. Then, the two leave the library via hot air balloon. Cut to see all of the things Harold drew up returning to life. The piano reappears while the tire bounces down the road. As Mel starts up her car, her house returns to its purple color, surprising the mother. Everything Harold and Mel said about the crayon is true. Back with the boys…]
Harold: (spots something) Hey! Hey!
[They see Gary down below.]
Gary Natwick: Hyah!
Harold: Let’s go get him.
[They follow Gary to the park.]
Gary Natwick: Hyah! Upon this rock, I shall erect my kingdom.
[However, a rope drops down and snags Gary off his ride. Harold and Mel zipline down to the ground while a guy from the newspaper stand watches in astonishment.]
Harold: That was fun, right? Go hide, go hide.
[Mel runs off to hide.]
Gary Natwick: How did you get out?
Harold: (holds up his crayon piece) With this.
Gary Natwick: (holds up his crayon piece) Mine’s bigger.
Harold: Look, look, Gary, it doesn’t belong to you, okay? Give it back.
Gary Natwick: Mm. Sorry. I can’t do that, Harold.
[The two stare down at each other like a Western stand-off. They hold their crayon pieces like pistols.]
Harold: Draw.
[They start drawing. Harold draws up rope to lasso at Gary’s hand. However, Gary draws an ax to cut himself free. He then throws it at Harold, who quickly draws a log to protect himself.]
Mel: Yay for Harold!
[Gary draws a flail and charges toward Harold, who draws a fan to blow him away. However, the fan malfunctions and flies away. Then, Gary creates a catapult.]
Gary Natwick: Fire!
[He launches a rock towards Harold.]
Mel: Harold, look out!
[Harold creates a slinky to bounce the rock away from him.]
Gary Natwick: You’ll have to do better than that!
[The slinky springs over and knocks him down while passing by.]
Gary Natwick: That was better.
[Harold runs over to fight Gary over the crayon piece.]
Gary Natwick: No! No! No. No. No.
Harold: Give me the crayon.
Gary Natwick: No.
Harold: Yes.
Gary Natwick: Never!
[He moves the piece towards his mouth.]
Harold: Gary! No, no…
[He puts it in his mouth.]
Gary Natwick: Mm-mm.
[Harold backs away as Gary swallows.]
Harold: Gary! Everyone knows you don’t eat crayons.
Gary Natwick: Not good.
[Suddenly, purple magic glows in his hands.]
Gary Natwick: The power. I feel it.
[He forms purple smoke to conceal himself.]
Harold: Where is he? Gary, where are you?
Gary Natwick: (offscreen) There is no Gary.
[Gary steps out of the fog in medieval armor.]
Gary Natwick: Only G’Garaur.
[Lightning flashes. The guy at the paperstand cowers in fear. Terry runs over to Mel.]
Terry: Mel! Oh, my God. Are you okay? (hugs Mel) I was so worried. What is happening here?
Mel: Mom, Gary swallowed the crayon. I think he’s trying to kill Harold.
Terry: We have to get out of here.
Harold: Yeah, yeah.
Gary Natwick: Terry, don’t go. Come. Join me. So that we may rule over this land. Man and woman.
Terry: No thank you.
Gary Natwick: Really?
Terry: Yup. No. I do like your new hair though.
Gary Natwick: I’ll show you what you’re missing.
[He uses his magic to summon a glaive.]
Gary Natwick: The Glaive… of G’Garaur!
[He stomps his glaive on the ground and the land falls apart.]
Mel: Run!
[As they run, lava appears around them.]
Terry: Watch out!
Mel: Harold!
[Harold runs toward them.]
Mel: Watch out!
[The lava knocks Harold over, making him throw his crayon piece onto a rock.]
Mel: Harold!
Harold: Oh, no!
[He looks around for the piece while Gary laughs evilly. On Terry and Mel...]
Terry: Hey. I should have believed you a long time ago.
[She hands her son his whistle back and he blows into it.]
Gary Natwick: You see, Harold, this power was meant for me.
[Suddenly, Carl flies in to help.]
Mel: Sic him, Carl!
[Carl breathes fire at Gary, who quickly forms a shield to protect himself. However, the shield is heated up, making him drop it while a bit of his hair is singed.]
Gary Natwick: Oh. Not the hair. That is the only thing she likes about me.
[He creates bolas to incapacitate Carl.]
Mel: Carl!
[Terry holds her son from running into the lava.]
Harold: No! No, Gary. You have to stop this. This isn't what the crayon is for.
[Gary summons purple lightning into his glaive.]
Gary Natwick: G’Garaur!
[He zaps purple lightning at Harold, who dodges it.]
Gary Natwick: It’s over, Harold. You’re just a cartoon drawing from the young reader section with no narrator to tell you what to do and no friends to help you.
[Harold looks over to Terry and Mel and becomes confident.]
Harold: Well, I believe in me. And I believe in my friends.
Gary Natwick: Friends are overrated. So I’ve been told.
[Suddenly, Porcupine and Moose ride in on their motorcycle.]
Porcupine: Do you need a hand?
Harold: Yes! I’ve lost the crayon. We have to get it back.
Gary Natwick: Oh, look, the whole storybook back together again. How touching.
Porcupine: (sniffs) I’ve got this.
[Porcupine climbs up the rock while Gary raises his glaive up in the air.]
Gary Natwick: Thraknah!
[Porcupine grabs the crayon piece.]
Porcupine: Ha!
[She throws the half to Harold.]
Harold: Yes!
[However, Gary uses his glaive to knock Porcupine away.]
Gary Natwick: I will not give up this power, Harold.
[Harold starts creating something with his half of the crayon.]
Harold: I hate to do this to you, Gary, but you left me no choice.
Gary Natwick: Nothing you can draw will beat me.
[Harold holds up the spiderfly.]
Harold: Spiderfly.
[He flings the spiderfly over to Gary and it enters his mouth, making him drop his glaive into the lava below.]
Gary Natwick: The Glaive!
[The glaive sparks out after it’s melted.]
Harold: Well, Moose, you’re up.
Moose: What?
[Porcupine pushes Moose, startling him into his animal form. He charges into Gary’s stomach, making him spit out the spiderfly, which is holding the half of the crayon. Gary falls in defeat and sees his magic powers fading away.]
Gary Natwick: Oh.
[Gary’s crayon magic becomes undone, returning the world to normal.]
Porcupine: We did it!
[She and Harold high-five each other.]
Harold: Come on!
Porcupine: Yes!
[Terry and Mel congratulate Carl while the son pets him.]
Mel: Carl!
[Harold walks over to a forlorn Gary, now back to normal.]
Harold: You okay?
Gary Natwick: (sadly) I just wanted a place where I belonged. I wanted my world to be real.
[Getting an idea, Harold draws up a wooden door labeled “GARY’S WORLD.” He opens it to reveal a fantasy world waiting for Gary. A fantasy character, Zerry, is seen.]
Gary Natwick: It’s beautiful.
Terry: Why does that woman look like me?
Gary Natwick: Does she?
Harold: Uh, go, go, go. You belong there… G’Garaur.
Gary Natwick: You said it right.
[He enters the world, where he becomes G’Garaur.]
Gary Natwick: Oh, and Harold, I…
[The door was shut before he could finish his sentence.]
Terry: We should leave him in there.
[Carl breathes fire at the door, burning it down. He then burps out smoke. The following morning, Harold and company arrive at the Crockett Johnson House to explore all of the concept art and ideas for Harold.]
Moose: (Laughs) Yeah.
Porcupine: Aw, your antlers!
[Harold looks at all of the drawings of him and his adventures.]
Harold: (sighs) I wonder what the old man would say if he could see me now. 
Terry: I think he would have been proud of you.
Harold: Thank you. (to the caretaker) Oh. Did he ever say why he made Harold?
Caretaker: Follow me.
[Later, Harold finds a letter from the Old Man. He opens it and reads it.]
Narrator: (voiceover) Dear Harold, one day you might wanna know why I made you. In the beginning, you were just a boy with a purple crayon and a blank page. I wanted to show folks that with a little imagination, you can make your life whatever you want it to be. I wanted you to inspire people to live their lives that way, too. 
[Harold draws a door on the wall, labeling it “HOME.”]
Narrator: (voiceover) We only have so much time in this world, but we leave our mark in the lives we change. 
[Moose and Porcupine head into the portal, reverting to their animal forms.]
Narrator: (voiceover) And I know you, Harold, will keep inspiring our world one person at a time. 
[Harold and Mel do one last handshake. Then, Mel hands him a pack of Crayola multi-color crayons.]
Narrator: (voiceover) Because life isn’t something that just happens to you. 
Harold: Thank you.
Narrator: (voiceover) It’s something you create. The trick is in the imagining.
Harold: I’ll see you soon.
[Terry waves goodbye. Harold goes into the portal and returns to the drawing world.]
Harold: (holds up the Crayola pack) All right, guys. Ready?
Porcupine: Ready.
Harold: Moose? Moose, are you ready?
Moose: Oh, yeah. Yeah. I’m ready. (chuckles) I was drawn ready.
Harold: Come on, everybody!
[He opens the box to draw in multiple colors. Back in the real world, Terry and Mel play around with Carl in the house. As the camera zooms out of the house, we see the spiderfly flying off while eating fireflies. Pan up to the crescent moon in the sky. Then, a purple outline appears around it, transitioning us to the credits. During the credits, we cut back to Gary in his fantasy world. He hears beautiful music nearby.]
Gary Natwick: Music as sweet as a phoenix song.
[He walks through the woods to find Zerry playing a harp.]
Gary Natwick: (kneels in respect) Zerry. O Warrior Queen. I found you at last, and nothing in the world shall tear us asunder.
Zerry: Oh, that’s so flattering, Gar- Gagur-
Gary Natwick: G’Garaur.
Zerry: Gar-gar. But I’m seeing someone.
[Out steps the wizard Gondaldemor.]
Gary Natwick: (shocked) Gondaldemor?!
[Zerry floats over to Gondaldemor.]
Zerry: Good morrow.
[The wizard stomps his staff on the ground and the two disappear, much to Gary’s chagrin.]
Gary Natwick: Well, that’s cool. I’m super busy anyway!
[Cut to black. Resume credits. After the credits, the movie ends.]
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