Over the Pride Lands Wall/Transcript

The Old Grist Den
''Spinning out of the blackness, an Afican Bullfrog plays the piano to the theme. The theme plays, accompanied by a montage of mysterious vignettes.''

Narrator:(shadows drift in and out of view) Somewhere, lost in the clouded annals of history lies a place that few have seen- a mysterious place, called the Unknown, (a kingfisher is silhouetted on a high tree branch) where long-forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the wood.

The bird flies away, and Wirt and Greg are seen walking through the jungle.

Greg:.. 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-

Wirt: Wait. Wait a second. Uh, Greg... (He looks around. Trees tower menacingly, an owl hoots, red-eyed squirrels chitter from the shadows) Where are we?

Greg:In the woods.

Wirt:I mean... what are we... doing out here?

Greg:We're walking with the pride.

Wirt:Greg, I think we're lost. We sh- we should have left a trail or something...

Greg: can leave a trail of candy that I have! (tosses candy)

Wirt: (sighs) No. Though I am lost, my wounded heart resides back with the pride, in pieces, strewn about the elephant graveyard of my lost love, for only- (thumping sounds) (gasps) Do you hear that?