Harold and the Purple Crayon (2024) Movie Script
1
[BOY HUMMING]
NARRATOR: Once there was a boy
named Harold,
who went on an adventure.
And he took
his purple crayon with him.
HAROLD: Aha!
NARRATOR: He could draw
whatever he wanted.
-[MONSTER GROWLS]
-[HAROLD SCREAMS, PANTS]
NARRATOR: And sometimes,
that got him in over his head.
[HAROLD GASPS]
NARRATOR: But he always came up
thinking fast.
[HAROLD SIGHS IN RELIEF]
NARRATOR: And it was on
to the next adventure.
[HAROLD LAUGHS]
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.
Come on, everybody.
NARRATOR: For obvious reasons.
[ALL MUNCHING]
-[GROWLS]
-[HAROLD YELLS] Not again!
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.
Right around the moon.
Night, Harold.
Good night.
NARRATOR: The end.
Good night, folks.
Just kidding! Of course
the story didn't end there.
[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]
Come on, everybody!
[PORCUPINE WHOOPING]
I need to go down now!
NARRATOR: His world got bigger.
And so did his imagination.
You got that right, Narrator!
My stomachs are sloshing around!
-Harold, look out!
-What?
Hey, everybody!
-[GROWLS]
-[GASPS, YELLS]
NARRATOR: And he still got in
over his head.
[MOOSE YELLING]
NARRATOR: But he always came up
thinking fast.
Little help here!
NARRATOR: Faster than that.
-Harold!
-I got it!
Oh, hi! [SCREAMS]
NARRATOR:
With his purple crayon,
anything was possible.
HAROLD: Gotcha!
[MOOSE YELLS]
-NARRATOR: Oh, careful there.
-HAROLD: Sorry, Moose.
[BLOWS] Hmmph.
HAROLD: I've been thinking.
If I drew you guys,
then who drew me?
[EXPLOSION]
That's deep.
NARRATOR: I drew you, Harold.
-You did?
-NARRATOR: Mm-hmm. I sure did.
What do you look like?
I used to look
a little like you.
But I'm an old man now.
I guess in a way,
I'm your old man.
My old man.
-[MOOSE YELLING]
-[PORCUPINE GRUNTS]
So then why can't I
see you, Old Man?
NARRATOR: Because
I'm someplace else.
The Real World.
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.
Well, it sounds amazing.
Can I visit you someday?
NARRATOR: Oh,
I wish that was possible.
But with the crayon
anything is possible, right?
NARRATOR: Good night, Harold.
Wait, wait, wait, Old Man.
One more question.
-Why did you draw me?
-NARRATOR: Night, Harold.
Okay, okay.
Good night, Old Man.
[WIND BLOWING]
[PORCUPINE EXCLAIMS]
So, Old Man, I've been thinking
and I've got
a lot of follow-up questions.
Old Man?
You there?
[VOICE ECHOING] Old Man. Hello!
Old Man!
[FLAMES WHOOSHING]
Old Man!
All of a sudden
this guy goes quiet?
I don't think so.
This man loved to talk.
Maybe he's busy
being real in the Real World.
-[EXPLOSION]
-[GASPS] I'm deep.
That's it! Guys,
let's go to the Real World!
Oh, no, no, no.
We don't wanna do that.
[YELLS]
With the crayon,
anything is possible.
That's not how it works, Harold.
You can't just--
[HAROLD GASPS]
[CHORAL MUSIC PLAYS]
Whoa!
Yeah! Let's go!
[HISSES]
You heard the old man.
The Real World is constipated.
And who knows what that means.
Okay, fine. You two stay here
in case my old man comes back.
Great idea.
And I'm gonna go look for him
out there. Don't worry.
-I got this!
-Wait!
[HAROLD YELLING]
[YELLING]
-[PANTING]
-[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-WOMAN: What is he wearing?
-[BIKE BELL RINGS]
It's so bright.
It's so beautiful.
What are you doing?
It's very confusing.
I'm new here, but--
Oh, hello.
Very creative.
[GASPS]
Near.
Far.
Near. Far. Three dimensions.
Oh, it's even cooler
than I imagined!
Look at all the friendly people!
-Oh, excuse me. Where are we?
-Get lost, Smurf.
-We're going after him, right?
-Mmh-mmh. Nope.
Aw, come on. Just a peek.
-All right, all right.
-Yes!
Just a peek.
What's it look like?
MOOSE: I can't tell. It's...
It's all mysterious and fuzzy.
Maybe you should look closer.
[BELLOWS]
[GRUNTS]
Aw, come on!
[MOOSE BELLOWS, YELLS]
The Real World.
Why do my hooves feel so soft?
[GASPS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[GASPING]
[SCREAMS]
Hi!
What are we running from?
A grown man in a onesie.
Oh.
Real World clothes.
Different. [CHUCKLES]
Leavin' me behind.
You're not gonna last one day.
[GASPS]
[GRUNTS] Don't worry.
Porcupine's on the way.
Yes! [GRUNTS]
No thumbs!
That's not good.
[SIGHS]
It's him! Old Man!
Old Man! Old Man!
Harold?
Harold! Harold! It's me, Moose!
-Moose?
-Yes, yes.
[LAUGHS EXCITEDLY] Oh, hi.
Hi, buddy!
You look so different.
-I look strange, right?
-No, no, you look really cool.
-Are you sure?
-Oh, yeah.
Okay, this Real World thing
is real.
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!
Old Man! It's Harold! Finally!
Ow!
Hey! Get away from me!
Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
Why would you do that?
Uh, Harold, maybe we
got the wrong guy.
HAROLD: You're probably right,
Moose.
Have a good day, Not Old Man!
The Real World is huge.
There has to be at least
10 to 20 old men here.
Yeah. We got a lot
of ground to cover.
[BELL RINGS]
Real world, here I come!
[WHOOPING]
[GRUNTING]
[WHOOPING]
[DISTANT CHATTER]
[GASPS] Thumbs!
Yes! Yes.
[GASPS] Whoa.
Look at these legs!
Whoa.
Ah. Aah.
Look out, world.
I'm big.
Hi. I'm Porcupine.
I'm a bunny.
No way.
[CAR HONKS]
HAROLD: Hi!
[CARS HONKING]
-MAN: Get off the road!
-Nice day for a ride!
WOMAN: 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.
She should not be
using her phone while driving.
[BUS HONKING]
-Uh, Harold?
-Yeah?
I don't think
we're doing this right!
-Okay.
-Look out!
-Excuse us! Excuse us!
-[TIRES SCREECHING]
-WOMAN: Prasad. Hold on.
-Mom!
-[HAROLD, MOOSE SCREAMING]
-[SCREAMS]
[BELLOWS]
[AIR HISSING]
-Are you okay?
-Yeah.
[BOTH GROANING]
WOMAN: Oh...
You okay, Carl?
It's okay, buddy.
[GROANS] Felt like my old self
for a second.
I don't know
if it was a fear thing.
Oh, my God! Are you okay?
I'm so sorry!
I didn't see you there.
I thought I saw a moose.
Did you guys see a moose?
Yeah. I'm a moose.
I think you have a concussion.
My insides are coming out
my outsides!
WOMAN: I'm gonna
get you a Band-Aid.
I think I have one in my purse.
Oh... Oh, shoot.
I got a flat tire. Sorry,
one sec. Just hang on. Um...
Hang on one sec.
Hi. Yeah, I'm gonna need a tire.
I have a flat and no spare.
Yeah, I'll hold. Thank you.
-How did you do that?
-Shh!
Hi, I'm--
Wow, you are really
good at that.
She's not actually
changing a tire.
She's just attaching it
onto the car.
-That's how you change a tire.
-That's how you change a tire.
What's that?
Oh, it's...
It's my whistle for Carl.
-[BLOWS SILENTLY]
-Ahh!
Wow, that was loud!
Uh, who's Carl?
He's my Dragolizagator.
-He's right there.
-HAROLD: Huh?
[BOY CHUCKLES]
Is he really small?
He's got amazing
camouflage abilities.
BOTH: Oh.
He's part eagle,
lion, alligator.
You know what, kiddo?
Let's not do Carl today, okay?
[CHUCKLES]
Well, he's licking me,
which is a little ticklish.
Oh, that tickles!
But he's lick--
Oh, it tickles! Oh, it tickles!
-He's going after you.
-He's going after you, Moose!
Don't worry.
He's just trying to sniff you
to see if you're friendly.
I'm a moose. Get your sniff on.
[LAUGHS]
[CHUCKLES]
By the way,
I'm Terry and this is Mel.
Hi, I'm Harold.
Moose again.
I'm so sorry for everything.
Can I give you guys
a ride somewhere?
It's the least I can do.
Sure.
[SNIFFING]
[SQUEALS] Old Man!
No! Stop!
Hi!
My goodness.
What is it with you people?
It's me, Porcupine.
If you don't want any trouble,
you better get out of here.
-[HISSES]
-What are you doing?
Aw. No quills.
This really
is a brand-new world.
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
[SEATBEALTS WHIZZING]
I'm glad you guys are okay.
And that you're not litigious.
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
Sorry about hitting you
back there.
Uh, where can I drop you off?
Uh, well, the old man's house
would be great.
You mean your dad?
Yeah. I mean,
I guess you could call him that.
If it weren't for him,
I wouldn't exist, so...
[CHUCKLES]
Where does he live?
Well, we were hoping
that you would know.
-Where your dad lives?
-Yes.
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.
Well, we don't exactly know
where we're gonna stay
tonight just yet.
Yeah. And you're the only people
we actually know, so...
They can stay with us.
[GASPS]New friends! Yay!
Oh, gosh, that would be so fun.
But we don't have a room.
Yeah, we do, Mom.
Above the garage.
No, Mel,
they're not staying with us.
I'm sorry, we just don't
know you, really, at all.
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..."
BOTH: "We help."
Yeah. Yeah, we do say that.
[SIGHS] Okay, fine.
One night. Above the garage.
Yes!
Wow, that's a lot of emphasis
-on "above the garage."
-Yeah.
Just don't get
too excited, okay?
[WHISPERING] That's what people
say when it's really exciting.
[MOOSE CHUCKLES]
HAROLD AND MOOSE:
Above the garage!
Above the garage!
Above the garage!
HAROLD: Is this your house?
MOOSE: Ooh, nice!
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: [SARCASTICALLY]
Here's the palace.
Oh, Terry, this is amazing!
Do you see this?
She has a wall bed.
This is so classy.
How did you know
I sleep standin' up?
TERRY: Oh, you know what,
I never got around to donating
any of these clothes,
so please help yourself
to anything that fits you.
What's this music?
Oh, that would be nothing.
Just junk from my old life.
You're a musician.
[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.
I've never been kicked before,
but I was hit by a guy
with a cane.
So I hear ya.
[LAUGHS] Now I stock shelves
at Ollie's.
You know, uh,
Ollie's?
It's like a store
that sells everything.
You work at a store
that sells everything?
That sounds like
the best job ever.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Ollie's is the best job ever.
Yes, it is.
[LAUGHS] Kudos. Good thing
you don't do music anymore,
you wouldn't have an amazing job
like Ollie's! [LAUGHS]
Yeah.
I hate my job.
Um, anyway, what do you guys do?
Well, I draw.
-Hmm. An artist.
-Yeah.
Um...
What do you do?
Besides that?
I basically
just follow him around
in a moose-like fashion.
Every day. [CHUCKLES]
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.
-Thank you, Terry.
-Mm-hmm.
-Moose, we are so lucky.
-[DOOR CLOSES]
-Look at all this!
-[LOCK CLICKS]
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.
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'll find the old man,
he'll start narrating again,
and then everything
will go back to normal.
-Then we go home?
-Yeah.
He made a bicycle with a crayon.
Then she says she's a porcupine.
"Porcupine."
You did the right thing
by calling us.
We'll put together
a special task force,
and, uh, we'll definitely
keep you updated.
-Thank you, sir. Appreciate it.
-OLD MAN: Yes, sir. Thank you.
First thing
you learn in this job,
gotta humor the crazies.
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
[SNORING SOFTLY]
Old Man.
MEL: That's Pandaconda.
-Half panda, half snake.
-Mm.
And this one's half platypus,
half possum.
A Platypossum. Genius.
[CHUCKLES] Because a platypus
is basically already an animal
mashup anyway. So, you know...
You get more bang for your buck.
Thank you.
[LAUGHS] Yeah.
MEL: This one's Carl.
Well, you captured
him perfectly.
MEL: I handed that one in
for art class,
and I got an "unsatisfactory."
Clearly some people
have no vision.
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.
Oh.
And, um, by "died" you mean...
Stopped living.
Oh, right, right. Right.
Now Mom's always stressed out
and I wish...
You wish what?
I don't know, I just want her
to be happy, you know?
Like she used to be.
Well, maybe I can help.
Maybe we could help each other.
Yeah, like,
you make my mom happy,
and I'll help you find your dad.
Deal.
-[CHUCKLES]
-Oh.
What? Oh.
[MIMICS SWISHING, BEEPING]
So how did you make that tire?
I really gotta know.
[CHUCKLING]
With this.
[BLOWS]
Here. Now you try.
-Seriously?
-Mm-hmm.
How does it work?
I've never really
thought about it.
The Old Man gave it to me
so I just always believed
that it would.
What is this?
[CHUCKLES]
-[BLOWS]
-[BUZZING]
[HAROLD LAUGHS]
That's Spiderfly.
Now, that is creative.
[GROWLS]
And terrifying.
-That's terrifying.
-Yeah. Here.
Thank-- We should prob-- Okay.
Run!
Mel, look out. I think I'm just
gonna sneak out of here.
-MEL: It's poisonous.
-Why did you make it poisonous?
[THUDS, SQUEAKS]
Harold?
It's cold.
I need you to draw me a jacket.
[GASPS] Purple!
[SNIFFING] He's been here.
Aw. Hey, friend.
[DOOR BEEPS]
Wow, this is real power.
Hmm.
That'll do.
Hello, beautiful.
MAN: Hey, whoever's down there,
I called the cops.
They're on their way.
[ALARM BLARING]
[PORCUPINE WHOOPING]
-[HISSES]
-[ALARM BLARING IN DISTANCE]
-[SCREAMS]
-[CAT SCREECHES]
-[HISSES]
-[GASPS]
[BUZZING]
What was that?
HAROLD: We have it every day.
[LAUGHS] The best ever.
Oh, good morning, Terry!
Where'd those pies come from?
Harold made them.
Okay, well,
pies are not breakfast.
I'mma pretend I didn't hear
what you just said.
Pie is definitely
breakfast. Right.
Okay.
My house is purple.
Oh, yeah-yeah, yeah.
Well, you said it needed
some new paint,
so I thought I would make it
more cheerful
and then you wouldn't be
so unhappy all the time.
Mom, Harold can do magic.
He can literally make anything.
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.
Okay, can we talk for a sec?
Okay. Um,
I'm already dealing with,
like, an imaginary
dragon-lizard-lion
situation right now,
so can we not do
magic crayons, please?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
No, sure, Terry.
Okay. Great.
I need to help Harold
look for his dad.
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.
Hey, Mel.
-Really?
-Yeah.
Thanks.
Bye, Mel. Have a good day.
-Thank you, Terry.
-TERRY: Yep.
-Bye.
-TERRY: Bye.
MEL: All right,
let's find your dad.
Wait, don't you have to
go to school?
I am going to school.
Just by a super-long
indirect way.
-Thanks, Mel.
-Yeah.
Wish we had more of that pie.
Yeah, no. No, no, no.
Listen, we gotta respect
your mom's rules.
No more pie.8
Harold, you are a genius.
-This is way better than pies.
-Yeah.
Look, if we're gonna find
your dad, we need a plan.
I'm way ahead of you.
We're just gonna walk around,
looking for old men.
How hard could that be?
[GASPS]
What?
-Old Man!
-No, that's--
Old Man! It's me! It's Harold!
[GROANS]
Who you calling old, punk!
Sorry, Mr. Perez.
Oh, this is gonna be
a lot harder than I thought.
Maybe we need
to come up with a better plan.
"Place to go
when you need to know anything"?
That's it, that's what we do.
The library,
it's kind of a long walk.
"Walk"? Who said walk?
[UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
MOOSE: Wait, guys! Wait for me!
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! Aah!
-MEL: No, wait!
-[MOOSE LAUGHS]
MOOSE: Oh, yeah.
Whoa, whoa...
Let's go!
MEN: Whoa!
[MOOSE GRUNTS]
-Ugh.
-What's wrong?
You'll see.
[LAUGHS] "'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...
-[SNORING]
-...by the perfectly shaped
yet masculine nipples
they flaunted.
Ah.
-Let's go.
-'The name's G'Garaur.'"
-Amazing.
-[WOMAN GASPING]
A big round of applause
for our head librarian,
Gary Natwick,
reading from his novel...
She's gone.
...The Glaive of G'Ga--
GARY: G'Garaur.
It's not that hard.
-I'm sorry.
-Okay.
Ah. Mel, hi. Thanks for coming.
And hi,
Mel's imaginary dragon thingy.
-You're touching his butt.
-[HAROLD CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Sorry.
MEL: These are my friends
Harold and Moose.
Harold and 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.
Enjoy.
Uh, how many pages is that?
Seven hundred pages.
That is so many pages.
That must have taken you
weeks to write.
Try months, my friend.
I'm currently shopping it
to publishers.
There's probably
going to be a bidding war.
Mel. [LAUGHS]
That looks just like your mom.
No.
That's Zerry, my warrior queen.
I mean G'Garaur's warrior queen.
How is your beautiful mother?
Tell her hi from Library Gary.
We met in college.
And how do you know Terry?
You're not, uh,
seeing her, are you?
Oh, I saw her this morning.
But that's because
we stayed the night.
And I saw her yesterday.
We've been seeing
a lot of each other, so...
-[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.
We're a library.
We don't do missing persons.
My mom always talks
about what an amazing
librarian you are.
She does?
Yeah. How you can find
information about anything.
She said that?
MEL: Well, sorry, Harold.
Gary can't do it.
My mom will be so disappointed.
GARY: Wait.
For your mother...
anything.
All right,
what's your dad's name?
[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.
Okay.
Old man.
Planet Earth.
And that brings up
500 million people.
Um... Ooh, ooh, ooh. Uh...
Say "kind."
-And then...
-Wise.
And "wise."
[MIMICS NARRATOR]
And he talks like this.
[MOOSE CHUCKLES]
Okay. I'll enter that
into the mainframe.
And clackity-clack-clack.
And none of this is helpful.
Let's go, guys,
we're wasting our time.
I'm just saying
that if this is all you've got,
you're never gonna find him.
Unless...
Unless...
he finds us.
Exactly!
Which is gonna be difficult
because he doesn't know
that we're looking for him.
Unless...
Unless...
-What?
-I don't know. That's-- I was--
Maybe you could fly in the air
in a little plane
and write messages to him
in the sky.
And that's why you
ask a librarian. Genius.
Let's go have some fun.
-Yes.
-Purple crayon.
HAROLD:
It's kind of my thing, so...
Cute.
Thank you for your help.
Whoa.
Yes, well, unfortunately,
we've decided to pass
on The Glaive of...
-G'Garaur.
-Whatever.
G'Garaur. It's not that hard.
It is hard.
You don't want a book
where people can't even
say the title.
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.
[SCOFFS] Okay.
[SPEAKING FICTIONAL LANGUAGE]
Don't know what that means.
It means,
"Thank you for your time.
"I hope you reconsider."
[ENGINE WHIRRING]
Ta-da!
Harold and the Purple Crayon.
MOOSE:
Anybody ever heard the term
"when a moose flies"?
No! 'Cause moose don't fly.
I am a land animal.
Statistically,
planes are safer than cars.
What about a plane
drawn by Harold?
-It's gonna be great.
-It's gonna be great.
Statistically,
what does that mean?
"Harold left a very hungry moose
and a deserving porcupine..."
-[GIRL GASPS]
-Hey!
Quiet, please.
This is a library.
With that crayon,
I can show them my world.
[UPBEAT POP MUSIC PLAYING]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Watch out, red light!
-Oh!
-[ALL SCREAMING]
This is awesome!
-Whoo!
-Look out!
What? I can't--
Actually, hold on a second.
MEL: Whoa.
[CHUCKLES] Sorry about that.
What were you saying?
I said, "Look out!"
Oh.
[CHUCKLES] That was close, huh?
[PANTING]
We should leave a phone number.
But my mom says that I can't
give my number to strangers.
She didn't say you couldn't
give her number to strangers.
[ALL SCREAMING]
-[HAROLD AND MEL WHOOPING]
-Mmh-mmh.
[ALL SCREAMING]
It's working!
-Woo-hoo!
-[HAROLD YELLS]
[STRAINING]
[ALL SCREAMING]
[BELLOWS]
Harold!
HAROLD: Ooh.
Sorry, Moose. Sorry!
MOOSE: Harold! Get me out
the air! Land this thing!
That's not nearly as fun.
Hang on!
[ALL SCREAM]
HAROLD: Yeah!
See? Now that is fun.
MEL: Look, that's my school.
HAROLD: All right!
Let's get you down there.
It looks like it's gonna be
another perfect landing, folks.
So just sit back, relax and--
-Oh!
-MOOSE: Whoa, whoa...
[ALL GRUNTING]
MOOSE: I can't believe
we're still rolling.
HAROLD: I feel like
I'm in a washing machine.
[MOOSE GROANING]
Maybe pie isn't breakfast.
MEL: We gotta do that again.
Oh, hey!
-All right.
-MEL: Whoa.
Well, good luck
finding your old man.
Thanks. Have fun at school.
-Huh. Look at this.
-Hmm?
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Hello.
Hey. I saw your number
in the sky.
What?
I figured it was a sign.
I'm sorry, I don't know
what you're talking about.
I could be your old man
if you'll be my old lady.
I think you have
the wrong number. Okay?
-Hello?
-TERRY: Hello?
- Hello?
-Hello?
Yeah, uh, I got your message
in the sky.
Let me guess. You're an old man.
Yeah.
-Hello?
-Hello?
-Hello?
-Hello?
How old of a guy
are you looking for?
-Is this some kind of joke?
-No, no, no.
You left me a message
in the sky.
That wasn't me. So...
I can't hear you.
Hello? Hello?
Please stop calling me.
[DOOR CLOSES]
-You're late, Melvin.
-Where've you been, weirdo?
-Give me this.
-Stop.
-Where you goin'?
-Let go of me!
-[GROANS]
-BOY: Bro.
You just hit my bro.
What's with the noise?
What's going on?
Principal's office, now.
MOOSE: There it is.
The store that sells everything.
Come on, let's go find Terry.
Oh, Moose! Miniature train ride!
No, Moose!
[PLAYFULLY EXCLAIMING]
STAFF: What?
What are you doin', man?
-Wow.
-[GASPS] Whoa!
This place is next level!
[GASPS] Wow!
This place has everything!
Cheese... balls?
It's like cheese, but puffier.
Wow. Oh,
and they have these things!
Whatever these are.
Like scarves,
but soft and heavy.
MAN: [OVER PA SYSTEM]
Customer needs assistance
-in macrame supplies.
-They have their own narrator.
NEWS ANCHOR: ...into a night
of terror for a local couple.
Police are looking
for this woman.
Authorities say the
still-unidentified suspect...
-[CELL PHONE RINGING]
-Hello?
Hi. I'm old. I'm, like, 40.
Okay. Can I talk
to your mom, please?
And I just pooped my pants.
[LAUGHING]
Terry.
What did we say
about personal calls?
Oh, it was a wrong num--
I've had like
600 wrong numbers today, sorry.
Terry, I started out
just like you,
busting my hump on the floor.
Right.
But 12 years later...
-I'm a manager.
-Manager.
-Okay? Dreams do come true.
-Yep.
-But you have to work for them.
-Right.
-I have an opportunity for you.
-Mm-hmm.
I've got a backlogged stockroom.
This could be your moment.
Are you ready to take your shot?
-You just try and stop me.
-Great.
-This is your last warning.
-Okay.
Great.
-Good luck.
-Thank you.
'Kay.
-[CHAIRS VIBRATING]
-Oh, wow!
[MOOSE LAUGHS]
Feels so good.
HAROLD: So good.
[CHAIRS POWER DOWN]
What are you guys doing here?
Hi, Terry.
Hey, did my old man call yet?
[GASPS] Oh, no.
Your old man has not called.
Oh.
But old men are calling me
every 15 seconds.
Do you have something
to do with that?
You guys gotta
get out of here, okay?
I'm this close to losing my job.
Oh, congrats.
You hated this job.
No, I love this job.
Hey, Prasad.
Okay, well, I am very confused.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
[GROWLS] Will you idiots
stop calling me?
Terry? It's Principal Brady.
-Principal Brady? Hi.
-Yes.
Your son Melvin
has been involved
in an incident in school.
-What?
-He's okay.
But I'm afraid we're gonna
have to send him
home for the day.
Yeah, no, sorry.
I'll be right there. Okay, bye.
Okay, Mel's in trouble
at school,
but I'm gonna lose my job
if I miss this shift.
-When people need help, we help.
-Right.
You know
who I learned that from?
From a lady
who hit us with her car.
MOOSE: Mm-hmm.
Do you know who that lady is?
-You.
-Me.
This is the stockroom.
So you take the boxes,
you look at the label,
and you put them
on the right shelf.
Piece of cake, right?
I'll be back in an hour.
Thank you.
[OBJECTS CLATTERING]
-See? Piece of cake.
-Mm.
[OBJECTS BREAKING]
I can't take it anymore.
This is soul-crushing.
Oh, God. Having a job in
the Real World is so terrible.
I wouldn't get a job. Why would
anybody wanna get a job?
I don't know. How long
have we been doing this?
-Six minutes!
-Aah!
[BOTH CRYING]
What happened?
You're not the kind of kid
who gets into fights.
It was an accident.
They tried to take my whistle.
Okay. Well, I think
you should forget about Carl
and start making
real friends. Okay?
Harold believes in Carl.
Well, maybe
we shouldn't take life advice
from a person
that does crayon magic.
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: Whoa!
MAN: [OVER PA SYSTEM]
Apples to zesters
and everything in between.
Ollie's is here for your needs.
MOOSE: I look glorious.
Oh, how I miss my antlers.
WOMAN: [OVER PA SYSTEM]
Cashier to checkout 7.
Cashier to checkout...
[CHEWING SOUNDS
THROUGH HEADPHONES]
[GASPS] Chewing sounds.
[WOMAN GRUNTING]
Oh...
[LAUGHS]
Uh...
Whoa. Whoa...
Ah, perfect.
Hey, do you guys sell Pumas?
Uh, you know, I'm not sure.
But shouldn't be a problem.
BOY: Fly!
Fly, fly!
Enjoy!
[CHUCKLES] I am getting
really good at this!
BOY: Fly! Fly!
Whoa!
-This is insane!
-Oh, Shawn!
-Honey! Shawn, honey!
-Whoa!
I'm flying!
Awesome!
MOTHER: Oh!
[GROWLS]
-MOTHER: Whoa...
-[MAN GROANS]
[LAUGHS]
[GRUNTING]
[GROWLS]
SHAWN: This is fun, Mom!
Whoa!
[CALM MUSIC PLAYING]
-[GLASS SHATTERS]
-[MUSIC STOPS]
[SIRENS WAILING]
MAN: Hurry up.
Please evacuate the building.
I'm gonna sue you.
And I'm taking these bowls.
-But, Mom, I wanna do it again.
-Shh!
SHAWN: But, Mom!
How did you even do this?
I actually wanna know.
-That's a valid question.
-Yeah. I--
Do not say anything
about magic crayons.
What were you thinking?
Oh, honestly, I don't do
a lot of thinking.
-I'm more of an improv guy.
-True.
PRASAD: Good news, Terry.
Police are all over
the security tapes.
They'll find out who did this,
and when they do... [CHUCKLES]
...it will not be pretty.
Who are you guys?
We're friends of Terry's,
just filling in.
But I gotta be honest,
your job is super boring.
No wonder you hate it so much.
[PUMA SNARLING]
[GROWLING]
You do sell pumas, right?
I wasn't wrong about that?
We're really, really sorry.
Is there...
Yeah, is there anything
we can do?
You guys have done plenty.
I think you can stop.
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?
I did always
wanna trash that place.
Okay.
Come on.
You ever look at your life
and go,
"How'd I end up here?"
[CHUCKLES] I'm asking myself
that question right now.
Yeah, I thought I was
gonna be a concert pianist.
Wait a second.
Maybe working at Ollie's
wasn't your true passion.
Ya think?
Terry, you need to play piano.
It's who you are.
I don't know, I haven't really
played since my husband died.
I'm a little rusty.
Ice cream truck.
Ice cream truck.
We love ice cream, don't we?
Yeah, yeah, we love ice cream.
Ice cream sounds great.
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's get this ice cream.
Come on, Terry.
TERRY:
I don't like it that much.
[PIANO PLAYING]
Um...
How did-- You know what?
I'm not even gonna ask anymore.
This is incredible.
I mean...
Play for us, please.
I don't do that anymore.
Come on, Mom.
You haven't played for so long.
Dad and I used to love it.
Please?
[KEYS SOUNDING]
[SIGHS]
[PLAYING TRANQUIL MUSIC]
FEMALE OFFICER: Do these guys
look like criminals to you?
[INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER]
They look like morons.
There's something more to this.
I have witnesses saying
they saw him
making things out of thin air.
You gotta humor the crazies.
Ah. Harold. What a trail of
clues you have left.
-[SONG PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
-[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
Harold?
-Harold?
-Mmh-mmh.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
Harold?
Miss? Can I help you?
Yes!
Thank God
someone's offering help.
I was beginning to think
the Real World
was full of meanies.
Don't do that.
Crayons are for paper, sweetie.
[SCOFFS] Uh...
Sorry, what did you just say?
She can't just draw
wherever she wants.
Well, you have no idea
what that could've been.
Don't listen to her, mate.
Crayons aren't just for paper.
They are 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.
Oh, I'll eat.
[GIGGLES]
You're gonna have to leave now.
[HISSES]
Hey!
[PLAYING PLAYFUL MUSIC]
[PEOPLE EXCLAIMING]
-[PORCUPINE WHOOPING]
-[GROANS]
[PEOPLE EXCLAIMING]
I'm telling you,
this is all connected.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
That's her!
You! Get back here!
[PANTING]
[SNIFFING]
-[MUSIC STOPS]
-[ALL CHEER AND APPLAUD]
So good!
No, that was all her.
Well, I mean, I made the piano.
-GARY: Harold, Moose, hi.
-Oh, hi.
-Oh, Terry.
-Hi, Gary.
Your music was a golden elixir,
and I drank
until I was intoxicated.
Did you, now?
Thanks, Gary.
Harold, I have wonderful news.
I think I know
who your old man is.
You know who my-- You do?
He does!
Oh, Gary, you're the best.
It'll take some explaining,
so follow me
and I'll tell you everything.
Okay. Okay.
W-W-Wait.
Why do you wanna
help them all of a sudden?
[HESITATES] I'm a nice person.
Well, I'm coming, too.
No, no, no, no, honey.
You've had enough excitement
for one day. We gotta go home.
Yes, Mel,
I think it's past your bedtime.
What a wonderful boy.
Thank you.
He could use
a father figure, perhaps.
Um, okay.
Are you sure you're all right?
Terry, you've done
more than enough.
Let Gary carry this burden.
I know exactly what to do.
He knows exactly what to do!
TERRY: Ready?
GARY: When someone
tells a story,
they create a whole world.
And usually, the characters
stay there in that world.
What... What are you...
What are you talking about?
This is the world
that you come from.
[GASPS]
HAROLD: Moose, that's us.
That's me, that's you.
Oh, this is incredible.
It's a whole book about us.
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.
Wax.
Pure imagination.
Oh, that is so cool.
I wanna go home. I miss home.
You know somethin'?
I'm goin' in.
That's...
Let me in, book.
I wanna go home!
I gotta step in it, maybe.
GARY: That's not gonna work.
And that's a $12 fine.
-Soiling.
-[MOOSE SIGHS]
"By Crockett Johnson."
The Narrator, Crockett Johnson!
This is my old man.
Moose, we finally
know who it is!
[BOTH LAUGH]
[PORCUPINE WHOOPING]
Porcupine?
Porcupine, is that you?
Harold?
Yes! Harold!
I knew it! I knew I'd find you!
Oh, my goodness! [GRUNTS]
-Moose?
-MOOSE: Yeah!
Porcupine, it's you?
Look at you. You in human form.
PORCUPINE: I know,
it's so weird!
I love having these.
I'm not really comfortable yet.
I miss my hooves, you know?
Yeah, no, I miss my quills.
It's so good having
the gang back together again.
I know!
[GRUNTS, GROANS]
You are under arrest
for breaking and entering!
Is there a problem here?
That porcupine
is a friend of ours.
[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]
Uh, would it be possible
for me to get my crayon back?
Tell y'all somethin',
moose do not belong in jail.
I really don't like
the Real World at all.
I just wanna go home so bad.
Moose, relax. We can fix this.
We just need a plan.
Whatever the plan is, can you
not leave me behind this time?
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.
[INDISTICT RADIO CHATTER]
[WHISPERING INAUDIBLY]
How do you do?
You cannot keep me up in here!
Keep me locked up in here!
Do you know what I am?
OFFICER: You better get down!
PORCUPINE: You're so lucky
you don't have a face full
-Hey, what are you doing?
-Whoa, whoa...
[GRUNTS]
Come on, come on! Let me in!
Open up! Let me in!
HAROLD: Come on, Moose!
Come on, hurry, hurry!
You left the door open?
Okay. How do we
get through that wall? Ooh.
[LAUGHS] Yeah!
I can't believe that worked!
-[ALARM RINGING]
-[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]
I need to get some crayons.
TEACHER: Okay, class.
Time is up. Pencils down.
[MOTORCYCLE REVVING]
Can I go to the bathroom?
-Hey.
-Hey! Give it back.
Why? Is your pet dragon
gonna hurt me?
This isn't funny. Give it back.
See ya later. [LAUGHS]
-No, no, no!
-[DOOR SLAMS]
MEL: Come on, let me out.
[GRUNTS] Ah...
Look, check out
this stupid whistle.
-It doesn't even work.
-[BLOWS SILENTLY]
[LOUD THUD]
[LOUD THUD]
[BOYS SCREAM]
[ROARS]
-BOY 1: Let's get out of here!
-[BOY 2 YELLING]
Mel, what did you do?
[SCREAMS]
Sorry, Ms. Hemm.
Thanks, Carl.
Don't let anybody see you, okay?
-[CARL SHRIEKS]
-That's cool.
-Mel! Hey!
-Ha-ha!
Harold, Moose!
And Porcupine. Nice to meet you.
Hi, Porcupine.
Did you find your dad?
Yes! His name
is Crockett Johnson.
-Johnson.
-HAROLD: Gary was helping us.
Then we all got arrested, which
is a story for another time.
Found him.
His house is only like
20 minutes away from here.
Oh, that's perfect! Let's get
out of here. Come on, Mel.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I have thumbs now. I drive.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Um, have you ever
driven a motorcycle before?
I'm a porcupine.
I've never done anything before.
[ENGINE REVS, TIRES SCREECHING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]
[MOOSE YELLING]
MOOSE: Slow down, Porcupine!
-[HORN HONKING]
-[MOOSE YELLING]
[MEL YELLING AND LAUGHING]
Can you believe
I've never done this before?
Yes, I can.
Look at the road.
Look at the road.
[ALL YELL]
[CAR HONKS FROM BEHIND]
[GRUNTING]
[MOTORCYCLE REVVING]
[MOOSE YELLING]
-[TIRES SCREECHING]
-[CAR HONKING]
[CARS HONKING]
Shaknathar!
Well, what do you mean
he ran away?
Okay. Thank you.
[ALL YELLING AND WHOOPING]
[TRUCKS HONKING]
Hello. Welcome to
the Crockett Johnson House.
Are you fans of his work?
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.
Oh, well, this is a museum now.
Crockett Johnson passed away.
Passed away?
He's not alive anymore, Harold.
It's like my dad.
I'd be more than happy
to give you a tour.
No, that's okay.
Thank you. Have a good day.
Thanks. You, too.
I'm sorry, Harold.
That's the end of the story.
[CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
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?
No, it wasn't me. It was Carl.
What is going on with you?
We found out that Harold
is from a book,
so we came here to find his dad.
Mel, go wait in the car.
-But, Mom, Harold was--
-Just go!
Go.
Look, I don't know
what's going on here,
or whether you're just crazy.
But ever since you showed up,
our 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.
[FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING]
I'm sorry.
I was wrong about everything.
MOOSE: Porcupine?
PORCUPINE: [GASPS]
It's disappeared.
-Harold.
-What do we do?
It's over.
What do you mean it's over?
You can do anything.
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.
So is that what we are?
Just some dumb drawings?
I'm sorry.
Moose?
Porcupine?
[PANTING]
No.
No.
Oh, Old Man.
You never should have
given me this.
-[THUD]
-[GASPS]
[SCREECHING]
GARY: Harold.
[CAR ENGINE IDLING]
How are you doing, my friend?
Mom?
I've got a bad feeling.
I think Harold's in trouble.
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.
Mom! Mom, everything Harold drew
is disappearing.
I'm serious, Mom.
Something's wrong.
I don't trust Gary.
He's up to something.
We gotta help. And I need Carl.
-Give me the whistle.
-Mom.
Give it to me.
[DOOR CLOSES]
GARY: 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.
-[CHAIR SCRAPES]
Harold, I can help you.
Give me the crayon.
[SIGHS DEEPLY]
-[CRAYON SCRIBBLING]
-GARY: I'm a creative person.
I create worlds.
If you'd read my book,
you would know that this...
is the Dungeon of Azgarach.
Oh! These are strange,
cool bracelets.
Well, I'm glad you like them.
You're going to be wearing them
for a very long time.
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.
No, Gary, that's not
what the crayon is for.
You're supposed to use it
to make people happy.
Revenge will make me happy.
Harold? Ah!
[GRUNTS]
Gary, leave him alone.
Let him go.
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.
You're a seriously
messed-up guy, Gary.
Oh, yeah? How about this?
How about what? How about what?
[HAROLD EXCLAIMING]
-[DOOR CLOSES]
-[HAROLD GASPS]
The Real World is nothing
like I imagined it.
[CAR LOCK CHIRPS]
No.
Mel?
Can we talk?
Mel--
Mel?
Now the world will gaze upon me
and be impressed.
-Onward, Thrahaknahar!
-[HORSE NEIGHS]
[HAROLD GASPS]
I'm so sorry, Mel.
I can't draw us out of this one.
I really messed up.
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.
And we can draw
our way out of here.
[HOPEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
HAROLD: Hey! Hey!
-[HORSE NEIGHS]
-GARY: Hyah!
Let's go get him.
Hyah!
Upon this rock
I shall erect my kingdom.
[GRUNTS]
That was fun, right?
Go hide, go hide.
How did you get out?
With this.
Mine's bigger.
Look, Gary, it doesn't belong
to you, okay? Give it back.
Mm. Sorry.
I can't do that, Harold.
[EXHALES]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[EAGLE CRIES]
[WIND BLOWING]
Draw.
[GRUNTS]
[LAUGHS]
-Huh?
-[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[GASPS]
Yay for Harold!
[GRUNTING]
[YELLING]
[WIND BLOWING]
[LAUGHING]
[YELLING]
[GROANING] Ow.
-[LAUGHS]
-[METALIC CLANKING]
[SCREAMS]
GARY: Fire!
Harold, look out!
-[HAROLD EXCLAIMS]
-[LAUGHS]
Oh! Oh!
[EXCLAIMS]
You'll have to do
better than that.
[GROANS]
That was better.
No! No! No.
No. No.
-HAROLD: Give me the crayon.
-GARY: No.
-Yes.
-Never!
Gary! No, no...
GARY: Mm-mm.
[GULPS]
Gary! Everyone knows
you don't eat crayons.
Not good.
The power.
I feel it.
-HAROLD: Where is he?
-[THUNDER RUMBLING]
Gary, where are you?
GARY: There is no Gary.
-Only G'Garaur.
-[THUNDERCLAP]
Mel! Oh, my God. Are you okay?
I was so worried.
What is happening here?
Mom, Gary swallowed the crayon.
I think he's
trying to kill Harold.
-We have to get out of here.
-HAROLD: Yeah.
GARY: Terry, don't go.
Come. Join me.
So that we may
rule over this land.
Man and woman.
-No thank you.
-Really?
Yup. No.
I do like your new hair though.
I'll show you
what you're missing.
The glaive...
of G'Garaur!
[HAROLD YELLS]
MEL: Run!
[GASPS]
TERRY: Watch out!
MEL: Harold!
[GARY YELLING]
MEL: Watch out!
Harold!
Oh, no!
[PANTING]
[GARY LAUGHING]
Hey. I should have believed you
a long time ago.
[BLOWS SILENTLY]
GARY: You see, Harold,
this power was meant for me.
[CARL SCREECHING]
[SCREECHING CONTINUES]
Sic him, Carl!
[CARL ROARS]
[GARY YELLS]
[LAUGHS]
[GROANING]
-[SIZZLES]
-Oh. Not the hair.
That is the only thing
she likes about me.
[GROWLS]
[GRUNTS]
[CARL SHRIEKS]
Carl!
-[GROANS WEAKLY]
-HAROLD: No!
No, Gary. You have to stop this.
This isn't
what the crayon is for.
GARY: G'Garaur!
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.
Well, I believe in me.
And I believe in my friends.
Friends are overrated.
So I've been told.
-[PORCUPINE WHOOPING]
-[ENGINE REVS]
-Do you need a hand?
-Yes!
I've lost the crayon.
We have to get it back.
Oh, look, the whole
storybook back together again.
How touching.
[SNIFFING]
I've got this.
-[GRUNTS]
-[MEL GASPS]
Thraknah!
Ha!
Yes!
-[GRUNTS]
-[PORCUPINE SCREAMS]
I will not give up
this power, Harold.
I hate to do this to you, Gary,
but you left me no choice.
Nothing you can draw
will be beat me.
-HAROLD: Spiderfly.
-[HISSES]
[CHUCKLES]
[WHOOPS]
[GRUNTS]
[HISSES]
[GRUNTS, GULPS]
The glaive!
Ah!
Well, Moose, you're up.
What?
[YELLS, BELLOWS]
-[THUDS]
-[YELLS]
-[GROANS]
-[LAUGHS]
[GROANING]
Oh.
We did it!
-Come on!
-Yes!
Carl!
[CARL GRUNTS]
[GARY SIGHS]
You okay?
I just wanted a place
where I belonged.
I wanted my world
to be real.
[HAROLD GRUNTS]
It's beautiful.
Why does that woman
look like me?
Does she?
Uh, go, go, go.
You belong there...
G'Garaur.
You said it right.
Oh, and, Harold, I--
We should leave him in there.
[CARL SCREECHES]
[BURPS, PANTS]
[LAUGHS] Yeah.
Aw, your antlers!
[HAROLD CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[HAROLD SIGHS]
I wonder what
the old man would say
if he could see me now.
I think he would
have been proud of you.
Thank you.
-[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
-Oh.
Did he ever say
why he made Harold?
Follow me.
[SIGHS DEEPLY]
NARRATOR: 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.
We only have
so much time in this world,
but we leave our mark
in the lives we change.
And I know you, Harold,
will keep inspiring
our world...
one person at a time.
Because life isn't something
that just happens to you.
Thank you.
NARRATOR:
It's something you create.
The trick...
is in the imagining.
I'll see you soon.
-All right, guys. Ready?
-Ready!
Moose? Moose, are you ready?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.
[CHUCKLES]
I was drawn ready.
Come on, everybody!
[PORCUPINE AND MOOSE
YELL EXCITEDLY]
[PORCUPINE WHOOPING]
[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING]
[HARP MUSIC PLAYING]
Music as sweet
as a phoenix song.
[BLOWS]
Zerry.
O Warrior Queen.
I found you at last,
and nothing in the world
shall tear us asunder.
Oh, that's so flattering, Gar--
-Gagur--
-G'Garaur.
Gar-gar.
But I'm seeing someone.
Gondaldemor?
[SCOFFS]
Good morrow.
Well, that's cool.
I'm super busy anyway!
[BOY HUMMING]
NARRATOR: Once there was a boy
named Harold,
who went on an adventure.
And he took
his purple crayon with him.
HAROLD: Aha!
NARRATOR: He could draw
whatever he wanted.
-[MONSTER GROWLS]
-[HAROLD SCREAMS, PANTS]
NARRATOR: And sometimes,
that got him in over his head.
[HAROLD GASPS]
NARRATOR: But he always came up
thinking fast.
[HAROLD SIGHS IN RELIEF]
NARRATOR: And it was on
to the next adventure.
[HAROLD LAUGHS]
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.
Come on, everybody.
NARRATOR: For obvious reasons.
[ALL MUNCHING]
-[GROWLS]
-[HAROLD YELLS] Not again!
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.
Right around the moon.
Night, Harold.
Good night.
NARRATOR: The end.
Good night, folks.
Just kidding! Of course
the story didn't end there.
[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]
Come on, everybody!
[PORCUPINE WHOOPING]
I need to go down now!
NARRATOR: His world got bigger.
And so did his imagination.
You got that right, Narrator!
My stomachs are sloshing around!
-Harold, look out!
-What?
Hey, everybody!
-[GROWLS]
-[GASPS, YELLS]
NARRATOR: And he still got in
over his head.
[MOOSE YELLING]
NARRATOR: But he always came up
thinking fast.
Little help here!
NARRATOR: Faster than that.
-Harold!
-I got it!
Oh, hi! [SCREAMS]
NARRATOR:
With his purple crayon,
anything was possible.
HAROLD: Gotcha!
[MOOSE YELLS]
-NARRATOR: Oh, careful there.
-HAROLD: Sorry, Moose.
[BLOWS] Hmmph.
HAROLD: I've been thinking.
If I drew you guys,
then who drew me?
[EXPLOSION]
That's deep.
NARRATOR: I drew you, Harold.
-You did?
-NARRATOR: Mm-hmm. I sure did.
What do you look like?
I used to look
a little like you.
But I'm an old man now.
I guess in a way,
I'm your old man.
My old man.
-[MOOSE YELLING]
-[PORCUPINE GRUNTS]
So then why can't I
see you, Old Man?
NARRATOR: Because
I'm someplace else.
The Real World.
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.
Well, it sounds amazing.
Can I visit you someday?
NARRATOR: Oh,
I wish that was possible.
But with the crayon
anything is possible, right?
NARRATOR: Good night, Harold.
Wait, wait, wait, Old Man.
One more question.
-Why did you draw me?
-NARRATOR: Night, Harold.
Okay, okay.
Good night, Old Man.
[WIND BLOWING]
[PORCUPINE EXCLAIMS]
So, Old Man, I've been thinking
and I've got
a lot of follow-up questions.
Old Man?
You there?
[VOICE ECHOING] Old Man. Hello!
Old Man!
[FLAMES WHOOSHING]
Old Man!
All of a sudden
this guy goes quiet?
I don't think so.
This man loved to talk.
Maybe he's busy
being real in the Real World.
-[EXPLOSION]
-[GASPS] I'm deep.
That's it! Guys,
let's go to the Real World!
Oh, no, no, no.
We don't wanna do that.
[YELLS]
With the crayon,
anything is possible.
That's not how it works, Harold.
You can't just--
[HAROLD GASPS]
[CHORAL MUSIC PLAYS]
Whoa!
Yeah! Let's go!
[HISSES]
You heard the old man.
The Real World is constipated.
And who knows what that means.
Okay, fine. You two stay here
in case my old man comes back.
Great idea.
And I'm gonna go look for him
out there. Don't worry.
-I got this!
-Wait!
[HAROLD YELLING]
[YELLING]
-[PANTING]
-[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-WOMAN: What is he wearing?
-[BIKE BELL RINGS]
It's so bright.
It's so beautiful.
What are you doing?
It's very confusing.
I'm new here, but--
Oh, hello.
Very creative.
[GASPS]
Near.
Far.
Near. Far. Three dimensions.
Oh, it's even cooler
than I imagined!
Look at all the friendly people!
-Oh, excuse me. Where are we?
-Get lost, Smurf.
-We're going after him, right?
-Mmh-mmh. Nope.
Aw, come on. Just a peek.
-All right, all right.
-Yes!
Just a peek.
What's it look like?
MOOSE: I can't tell. It's...
It's all mysterious and fuzzy.
Maybe you should look closer.
[BELLOWS]
[GRUNTS]
Aw, come on!
[MOOSE BELLOWS, YELLS]
The Real World.
Why do my hooves feel so soft?
[GASPS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[GASPING]
[SCREAMS]
Hi!
What are we running from?
A grown man in a onesie.
Oh.
Real World clothes.
Different. [CHUCKLES]
Leavin' me behind.
You're not gonna last one day.
[GASPS]
[GRUNTS] Don't worry.
Porcupine's on the way.
Yes! [GRUNTS]
No thumbs!
That's not good.
[SIGHS]
It's him! Old Man!
Old Man! Old Man!
Harold?
Harold! Harold! It's me, Moose!
-Moose?
-Yes, yes.
[LAUGHS EXCITEDLY] Oh, hi.
Hi, buddy!
You look so different.
-I look strange, right?
-No, no, you look really cool.
-Are you sure?
-Oh, yeah.
Okay, this Real World thing
is real.
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!
Old Man! It's Harold! Finally!
Ow!
Hey! Get away from me!
Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
Why would you do that?
Uh, Harold, maybe we
got the wrong guy.
HAROLD: You're probably right,
Moose.
Have a good day, Not Old Man!
The Real World is huge.
There has to be at least
10 to 20 old men here.
Yeah. We got a lot
of ground to cover.
[BELL RINGS]
Real world, here I come!
[WHOOPING]
[GRUNTING]
[WHOOPING]
[DISTANT CHATTER]
[GASPS] Thumbs!
Yes! Yes.
[GASPS] Whoa.
Look at these legs!
Whoa.
Ah. Aah.
Look out, world.
I'm big.
Hi. I'm Porcupine.
I'm a bunny.
No way.
[CAR HONKS]
HAROLD: Hi!
[CARS HONKING]
-MAN: Get off the road!
-Nice day for a ride!
WOMAN: 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.
She should not be
using her phone while driving.
[BUS HONKING]
-Uh, Harold?
-Yeah?
I don't think
we're doing this right!
-Okay.
-Look out!
-Excuse us! Excuse us!
-[TIRES SCREECHING]
-WOMAN: Prasad. Hold on.
-Mom!
-[HAROLD, MOOSE SCREAMING]
-[SCREAMS]
[BELLOWS]
[AIR HISSING]
-Are you okay?
-Yeah.
[BOTH GROANING]
WOMAN: Oh...
You okay, Carl?
It's okay, buddy.
[GROANS] Felt like my old self
for a second.
I don't know
if it was a fear thing.
Oh, my God! Are you okay?
I'm so sorry!
I didn't see you there.
I thought I saw a moose.
Did you guys see a moose?
Yeah. I'm a moose.
I think you have a concussion.
My insides are coming out
my outsides!
WOMAN: I'm gonna
get you a Band-Aid.
I think I have one in my purse.
Oh... Oh, shoot.
I got a flat tire. Sorry,
one sec. Just hang on. Um...
Hang on one sec.
Hi. Yeah, I'm gonna need a tire.
I have a flat and no spare.
Yeah, I'll hold. Thank you.
-How did you do that?
-Shh!
Hi, I'm--
Wow, you are really
good at that.
She's not actually
changing a tire.
She's just attaching it
onto the car.
-That's how you change a tire.
-That's how you change a tire.
What's that?
Oh, it's...
It's my whistle for Carl.
-[BLOWS SILENTLY]
-Ahh!
Wow, that was loud!
Uh, who's Carl?
He's my Dragolizagator.
-He's right there.
-HAROLD: Huh?
[BOY CHUCKLES]
Is he really small?
He's got amazing
camouflage abilities.
BOTH: Oh.
He's part eagle,
lion, alligator.
You know what, kiddo?
Let's not do Carl today, okay?
[CHUCKLES]
Well, he's licking me,
which is a little ticklish.
Oh, that tickles!
But he's lick--
Oh, it tickles! Oh, it tickles!
-He's going after you.
-He's going after you, Moose!
Don't worry.
He's just trying to sniff you
to see if you're friendly.
I'm a moose. Get your sniff on.
[LAUGHS]
[CHUCKLES]
By the way,
I'm Terry and this is Mel.
Hi, I'm Harold.
Moose again.
I'm so sorry for everything.
Can I give you guys
a ride somewhere?
It's the least I can do.
Sure.
[SNIFFING]
[SQUEALS] Old Man!
No! Stop!
Hi!
My goodness.
What is it with you people?
It's me, Porcupine.
If you don't want any trouble,
you better get out of here.
-[HISSES]
-What are you doing?
Aw. No quills.
This really
is a brand-new world.
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
[SEATBEALTS WHIZZING]
I'm glad you guys are okay.
And that you're not litigious.
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
Sorry about hitting you
back there.
Uh, where can I drop you off?
Uh, well, the old man's house
would be great.
You mean your dad?
Yeah. I mean,
I guess you could call him that.
If it weren't for him,
I wouldn't exist, so...
[CHUCKLES]
Where does he live?
Well, we were hoping
that you would know.
-Where your dad lives?
-Yes.
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.
Well, we don't exactly know
where we're gonna stay
tonight just yet.
Yeah. And you're the only people
we actually know, so...
They can stay with us.
[GASPS]New friends! Yay!
Oh, gosh, that would be so fun.
But we don't have a room.
Yeah, we do, Mom.
Above the garage.
No, Mel,
they're not staying with us.
I'm sorry, we just don't
know you, really, at all.
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..."
BOTH: "We help."
Yeah. Yeah, we do say that.
[SIGHS] Okay, fine.
One night. Above the garage.
Yes!
Wow, that's a lot of emphasis
-on "above the garage."
-Yeah.
Just don't get
too excited, okay?
[WHISPERING] That's what people
say when it's really exciting.
[MOOSE CHUCKLES]
HAROLD AND MOOSE:
Above the garage!
Above the garage!
Above the garage!
HAROLD: Is this your house?
MOOSE: Ooh, nice!
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: [SARCASTICALLY]
Here's the palace.
Oh, Terry, this is amazing!
Do you see this?
She has a wall bed.
This is so classy.
How did you know
I sleep standin' up?
TERRY: Oh, you know what,
I never got around to donating
any of these clothes,
so please help yourself
to anything that fits you.
What's this music?
Oh, that would be nothing.
Just junk from my old life.
You're a musician.
[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.
I've never been kicked before,
but I was hit by a guy
with a cane.
So I hear ya.
[LAUGHS] Now I stock shelves
at Ollie's.
You know, uh,
Ollie's?
It's like a store
that sells everything.
You work at a store
that sells everything?
That sounds like
the best job ever.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Ollie's is the best job ever.
Yes, it is.
[LAUGHS] Kudos. Good thing
you don't do music anymore,
you wouldn't have an amazing job
like Ollie's! [LAUGHS]
Yeah.
I hate my job.
Um, anyway, what do you guys do?
Well, I draw.
-Hmm. An artist.
-Yeah.
Um...
What do you do?
Besides that?
I basically
just follow him around
in a moose-like fashion.
Every day. [CHUCKLES]
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.
-Thank you, Terry.
-Mm-hmm.
-Moose, we are so lucky.
-[DOOR CLOSES]
-Look at all this!
-[LOCK CLICKS]
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.
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'll find the old man,
he'll start narrating again,
and then everything
will go back to normal.
-Then we go home?
-Yeah.
He made a bicycle with a crayon.
Then she says she's a porcupine.
"Porcupine."
You did the right thing
by calling us.
We'll put together
a special task force,
and, uh, we'll definitely
keep you updated.
-Thank you, sir. Appreciate it.
-OLD MAN: Yes, sir. Thank you.
First thing
you learn in this job,
gotta humor the crazies.
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
[SNORING SOFTLY]
Old Man.
MEL: That's Pandaconda.
-Half panda, half snake.
-Mm.
And this one's half platypus,
half possum.
A Platypossum. Genius.
[CHUCKLES] Because a platypus
is basically already an animal
mashup anyway. So, you know...
You get more bang for your buck.
Thank you.
[LAUGHS] Yeah.
MEL: This one's Carl.
Well, you captured
him perfectly.
MEL: I handed that one in
for art class,
and I got an "unsatisfactory."
Clearly some people
have no vision.
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.
Oh.
And, um, by "died" you mean...
Stopped living.
Oh, right, right. Right.
Now Mom's always stressed out
and I wish...
You wish what?
I don't know, I just want her
to be happy, you know?
Like she used to be.
Well, maybe I can help.
Maybe we could help each other.
Yeah, like,
you make my mom happy,
and I'll help you find your dad.
Deal.
-[CHUCKLES]
-Oh.
What? Oh.
[MIMICS SWISHING, BEEPING]
So how did you make that tire?
I really gotta know.
[CHUCKLING]
With this.
[BLOWS]
Here. Now you try.
-Seriously?
-Mm-hmm.
How does it work?
I've never really
thought about it.
The Old Man gave it to me
so I just always believed
that it would.
What is this?
[CHUCKLES]
-[BLOWS]
-[BUZZING]
[HAROLD LAUGHS]
That's Spiderfly.
Now, that is creative.
[GROWLS]
And terrifying.
-That's terrifying.
-Yeah. Here.
Thank-- We should prob-- Okay.
Run!
Mel, look out. I think I'm just
gonna sneak out of here.
-MEL: It's poisonous.
-Why did you make it poisonous?
[THUDS, SQUEAKS]
Harold?
It's cold.
I need you to draw me a jacket.
[GASPS] Purple!
[SNIFFING] He's been here.
Aw. Hey, friend.
[DOOR BEEPS]
Wow, this is real power.
Hmm.
That'll do.
Hello, beautiful.
MAN: Hey, whoever's down there,
I called the cops.
They're on their way.
[ALARM BLARING]
[PORCUPINE WHOOPING]
-[HISSES]
-[ALARM BLARING IN DISTANCE]
-[SCREAMS]
-[CAT SCREECHES]
-[HISSES]
-[GASPS]
[BUZZING]
What was that?
HAROLD: We have it every day.
[LAUGHS] The best ever.
Oh, good morning, Terry!
Where'd those pies come from?
Harold made them.
Okay, well,
pies are not breakfast.
I'mma pretend I didn't hear
what you just said.
Pie is definitely
breakfast. Right.
Okay.
My house is purple.
Oh, yeah-yeah, yeah.
Well, you said it needed
some new paint,
so I thought I would make it
more cheerful
and then you wouldn't be
so unhappy all the time.
Mom, Harold can do magic.
He can literally make anything.
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.
Okay, can we talk for a sec?
Okay. Um,
I'm already dealing with,
like, an imaginary
dragon-lizard-lion
situation right now,
so can we not do
magic crayons, please?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
No, sure, Terry.
Okay. Great.
I need to help Harold
look for his dad.
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.
Hey, Mel.
-Really?
-Yeah.
Thanks.
Bye, Mel. Have a good day.
-Thank you, Terry.
-TERRY: Yep.
-Bye.
-TERRY: Bye.
MEL: All right,
let's find your dad.
Wait, don't you have to
go to school?
I am going to school.
Just by a super-long
indirect way.
-Thanks, Mel.
-Yeah.
Wish we had more of that pie.
Yeah, no. No, no, no.
Listen, we gotta respect
your mom's rules.
No more pie.8
Harold, you are a genius.
-This is way better than pies.
-Yeah.
Look, if we're gonna find
your dad, we need a plan.
I'm way ahead of you.
We're just gonna walk around,
looking for old men.
How hard could that be?
[GASPS]
What?
-Old Man!
-No, that's--
Old Man! It's me! It's Harold!
[GROANS]
Who you calling old, punk!
Sorry, Mr. Perez.
Oh, this is gonna be
a lot harder than I thought.
Maybe we need
to come up with a better plan.
"Place to go
when you need to know anything"?
That's it, that's what we do.
The library,
it's kind of a long walk.
"Walk"? Who said walk?
[UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
MOOSE: Wait, guys! Wait for me!
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! Aah!
-MEL: No, wait!
-[MOOSE LAUGHS]
MOOSE: Oh, yeah.
Whoa, whoa...
Let's go!
MEN: Whoa!
[MOOSE GRUNTS]
-Ugh.
-What's wrong?
You'll see.
[LAUGHS] "'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...
-[SNORING]
-...by the perfectly shaped
yet masculine nipples
they flaunted.
Ah.
-Let's go.
-'The name's G'Garaur.'"
-Amazing.
-[WOMAN GASPING]
A big round of applause
for our head librarian,
Gary Natwick,
reading from his novel...
She's gone.
...The Glaive of G'Ga--
GARY: G'Garaur.
It's not that hard.
-I'm sorry.
-Okay.
Ah. Mel, hi. Thanks for coming.
And hi,
Mel's imaginary dragon thingy.
-You're touching his butt.
-[HAROLD CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Sorry.
MEL: These are my friends
Harold and Moose.
Harold and 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.
Enjoy.
Uh, how many pages is that?
Seven hundred pages.
That is so many pages.
That must have taken you
weeks to write.
Try months, my friend.
I'm currently shopping it
to publishers.
There's probably
going to be a bidding war.
Mel. [LAUGHS]
That looks just like your mom.
No.
That's Zerry, my warrior queen.
I mean G'Garaur's warrior queen.
How is your beautiful mother?
Tell her hi from Library Gary.
We met in college.
And how do you know Terry?
You're not, uh,
seeing her, are you?
Oh, I saw her this morning.
But that's because
we stayed the night.
And I saw her yesterday.
We've been seeing
a lot of each other, so...
-[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.
We're a library.
We don't do missing persons.
My mom always talks
about what an amazing
librarian you are.
She does?
Yeah. How you can find
information about anything.
She said that?
MEL: Well, sorry, Harold.
Gary can't do it.
My mom will be so disappointed.
GARY: Wait.
For your mother...
anything.
All right,
what's your dad's name?
[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.
Okay.
Old man.
Planet Earth.
And that brings up
500 million people.
Um... Ooh, ooh, ooh. Uh...
Say "kind."
-And then...
-Wise.
And "wise."
[MIMICS NARRATOR]
And he talks like this.
[MOOSE CHUCKLES]
Okay. I'll enter that
into the mainframe.
And clackity-clack-clack.
And none of this is helpful.
Let's go, guys,
we're wasting our time.
I'm just saying
that if this is all you've got,
you're never gonna find him.
Unless...
Unless...
he finds us.
Exactly!
Which is gonna be difficult
because he doesn't know
that we're looking for him.
Unless...
Unless...
-What?
-I don't know. That's-- I was--
Maybe you could fly in the air
in a little plane
and write messages to him
in the sky.
And that's why you
ask a librarian. Genius.
Let's go have some fun.
-Yes.
-Purple crayon.
HAROLD:
It's kind of my thing, so...
Cute.
Thank you for your help.
Whoa.
Yes, well, unfortunately,
we've decided to pass
on The Glaive of...
-G'Garaur.
-Whatever.
G'Garaur. It's not that hard.
It is hard.
You don't want a book
where people can't even
say the title.
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.
[SCOFFS] Okay.
[SPEAKING FICTIONAL LANGUAGE]
Don't know what that means.
It means,
"Thank you for your time.
"I hope you reconsider."
[ENGINE WHIRRING]
Ta-da!
Harold and the Purple Crayon.
MOOSE:
Anybody ever heard the term
"when a moose flies"?
No! 'Cause moose don't fly.
I am a land animal.
Statistically,
planes are safer than cars.
What about a plane
drawn by Harold?
-It's gonna be great.
-It's gonna be great.
Statistically,
what does that mean?
"Harold left a very hungry moose
and a deserving porcupine..."
-[GIRL GASPS]
-Hey!
Quiet, please.
This is a library.
With that crayon,
I can show them my world.
[UPBEAT POP MUSIC PLAYING]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Watch out, red light!
-Oh!
-[ALL SCREAMING]
This is awesome!
-Whoo!
-Look out!
What? I can't--
Actually, hold on a second.
MEL: Whoa.
[CHUCKLES] Sorry about that.
What were you saying?
I said, "Look out!"
Oh.
[CHUCKLES] That was close, huh?
[PANTING]
We should leave a phone number.
But my mom says that I can't
give my number to strangers.
She didn't say you couldn't
give her number to strangers.
[ALL SCREAMING]
-[HAROLD AND MEL WHOOPING]
-Mmh-mmh.
[ALL SCREAMING]
It's working!
-Woo-hoo!
-[HAROLD YELLS]
[STRAINING]
[ALL SCREAMING]
[BELLOWS]
Harold!
HAROLD: Ooh.
Sorry, Moose. Sorry!
MOOSE: Harold! Get me out
the air! Land this thing!
That's not nearly as fun.
Hang on!
[ALL SCREAM]
HAROLD: Yeah!
See? Now that is fun.
MEL: Look, that's my school.
HAROLD: All right!
Let's get you down there.
It looks like it's gonna be
another perfect landing, folks.
So just sit back, relax and--
-Oh!
-MOOSE: Whoa, whoa...
[ALL GRUNTING]
MOOSE: I can't believe
we're still rolling.
HAROLD: I feel like
I'm in a washing machine.
[MOOSE GROANING]
Maybe pie isn't breakfast.
MEL: We gotta do that again.
Oh, hey!
-All right.
-MEL: Whoa.
Well, good luck
finding your old man.
Thanks. Have fun at school.
-Huh. Look at this.
-Hmm?
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Hello.
Hey. I saw your number
in the sky.
What?
I figured it was a sign.
I'm sorry, I don't know
what you're talking about.
I could be your old man
if you'll be my old lady.
I think you have
the wrong number. Okay?
-Hello?
-TERRY: Hello?
- Hello?
-Hello?
Yeah, uh, I got your message
in the sky.
Let me guess. You're an old man.
Yeah.
-Hello?
-Hello?
-Hello?
-Hello?
How old of a guy
are you looking for?
-Is this some kind of joke?
-No, no, no.
You left me a message
in the sky.
That wasn't me. So...
I can't hear you.
Hello? Hello?
Please stop calling me.
[DOOR CLOSES]
-You're late, Melvin.
-Where've you been, weirdo?
-Give me this.
-Stop.
-Where you goin'?
-Let go of me!
-[GROANS]
-BOY: Bro.
You just hit my bro.
What's with the noise?
What's going on?
Principal's office, now.
MOOSE: There it is.
The store that sells everything.
Come on, let's go find Terry.
Oh, Moose! Miniature train ride!
No, Moose!
[PLAYFULLY EXCLAIMING]
STAFF: What?
What are you doin', man?
-Wow.
-[GASPS] Whoa!
This place is next level!
[GASPS] Wow!
This place has everything!
Cheese... balls?
It's like cheese, but puffier.
Wow. Oh,
and they have these things!
Whatever these are.
Like scarves,
but soft and heavy.
MAN: [OVER PA SYSTEM]
Customer needs assistance
-in macrame supplies.
-They have their own narrator.
NEWS ANCHOR: ...into a night
of terror for a local couple.
Police are looking
for this woman.
Authorities say the
still-unidentified suspect...
-[CELL PHONE RINGING]
-Hello?
Hi. I'm old. I'm, like, 40.
Okay. Can I talk
to your mom, please?
And I just pooped my pants.
[LAUGHING]
Terry.
What did we say
about personal calls?
Oh, it was a wrong num--
I've had like
600 wrong numbers today, sorry.
Terry, I started out
just like you,
busting my hump on the floor.
Right.
But 12 years later...
-I'm a manager.
-Manager.
-Okay? Dreams do come true.
-Yep.
-But you have to work for them.
-Right.
-I have an opportunity for you.
-Mm-hmm.
I've got a backlogged stockroom.
This could be your moment.
Are you ready to take your shot?
-You just try and stop me.
-Great.
-This is your last warning.
-Okay.
Great.
-Good luck.
-Thank you.
'Kay.
-[CHAIRS VIBRATING]
-Oh, wow!
[MOOSE LAUGHS]
Feels so good.
HAROLD: So good.
[CHAIRS POWER DOWN]
What are you guys doing here?
Hi, Terry.
Hey, did my old man call yet?
[GASPS] Oh, no.
Your old man has not called.
Oh.
But old men are calling me
every 15 seconds.
Do you have something
to do with that?
You guys gotta
get out of here, okay?
I'm this close to losing my job.
Oh, congrats.
You hated this job.
No, I love this job.
Hey, Prasad.
Okay, well, I am very confused.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
[GROWLS] Will you idiots
stop calling me?
Terry? It's Principal Brady.
-Principal Brady? Hi.
-Yes.
Your son Melvin
has been involved
in an incident in school.
-What?
-He's okay.
But I'm afraid we're gonna
have to send him
home for the day.
Yeah, no, sorry.
I'll be right there. Okay, bye.
Okay, Mel's in trouble
at school,
but I'm gonna lose my job
if I miss this shift.
-When people need help, we help.
-Right.
You know
who I learned that from?
From a lady
who hit us with her car.
MOOSE: Mm-hmm.
Do you know who that lady is?
-You.
-Me.
This is the stockroom.
So you take the boxes,
you look at the label,
and you put them
on the right shelf.
Piece of cake, right?
I'll be back in an hour.
Thank you.
[OBJECTS CLATTERING]
-See? Piece of cake.
-Mm.
[OBJECTS BREAKING]
I can't take it anymore.
This is soul-crushing.
Oh, God. Having a job in
the Real World is so terrible.
I wouldn't get a job. Why would
anybody wanna get a job?
I don't know. How long
have we been doing this?
-Six minutes!
-Aah!
[BOTH CRYING]
What happened?
You're not the kind of kid
who gets into fights.
It was an accident.
They tried to take my whistle.
Okay. Well, I think
you should forget about Carl
and start making
real friends. Okay?
Harold believes in Carl.
Well, maybe
we shouldn't take life advice
from a person
that does crayon magic.
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: Whoa!
MAN: [OVER PA SYSTEM]
Apples to zesters
and everything in between.
Ollie's is here for your needs.
MOOSE: I look glorious.
Oh, how I miss my antlers.
WOMAN: [OVER PA SYSTEM]
Cashier to checkout 7.
Cashier to checkout...
[CHEWING SOUNDS
THROUGH HEADPHONES]
[GASPS] Chewing sounds.
[WOMAN GRUNTING]
Oh...
[LAUGHS]
Uh...
Whoa. Whoa...
Ah, perfect.
Hey, do you guys sell Pumas?
Uh, you know, I'm not sure.
But shouldn't be a problem.
BOY: Fly!
Fly, fly!
Enjoy!
[CHUCKLES] I am getting
really good at this!
BOY: Fly! Fly!
Whoa!
-This is insane!
-Oh, Shawn!
-Honey! Shawn, honey!
-Whoa!
I'm flying!
Awesome!
MOTHER: Oh!
[GROWLS]
-MOTHER: Whoa...
-[MAN GROANS]
[LAUGHS]
[GRUNTING]
[GROWLS]
SHAWN: This is fun, Mom!
Whoa!
[CALM MUSIC PLAYING]
-[GLASS SHATTERS]
-[MUSIC STOPS]
[SIRENS WAILING]
MAN: Hurry up.
Please evacuate the building.
I'm gonna sue you.
And I'm taking these bowls.
-But, Mom, I wanna do it again.
-Shh!
SHAWN: But, Mom!
How did you even do this?
I actually wanna know.
-That's a valid question.
-Yeah. I--
Do not say anything
about magic crayons.
What were you thinking?
Oh, honestly, I don't do
a lot of thinking.
-I'm more of an improv guy.
-True.
PRASAD: Good news, Terry.
Police are all over
the security tapes.
They'll find out who did this,
and when they do... [CHUCKLES]
...it will not be pretty.
Who are you guys?
We're friends of Terry's,
just filling in.
But I gotta be honest,
your job is super boring.
No wonder you hate it so much.
[PUMA SNARLING]
[GROWLING]
You do sell pumas, right?
I wasn't wrong about that?
We're really, really sorry.
Is there...
Yeah, is there anything
we can do?
You guys have done plenty.
I think you can stop.
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?
I did always
wanna trash that place.
Okay.
Come on.
You ever look at your life
and go,
"How'd I end up here?"
[CHUCKLES] I'm asking myself
that question right now.
Yeah, I thought I was
gonna be a concert pianist.
Wait a second.
Maybe working at Ollie's
wasn't your true passion.
Ya think?
Terry, you need to play piano.
It's who you are.
I don't know, I haven't really
played since my husband died.
I'm a little rusty.
Ice cream truck.
Ice cream truck.
We love ice cream, don't we?
Yeah, yeah, we love ice cream.
Ice cream sounds great.
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's get this ice cream.
Come on, Terry.
TERRY:
I don't like it that much.
[PIANO PLAYING]
Um...
How did-- You know what?
I'm not even gonna ask anymore.
This is incredible.
I mean...
Play for us, please.
I don't do that anymore.
Come on, Mom.
You haven't played for so long.
Dad and I used to love it.
Please?
[KEYS SOUNDING]
[SIGHS]
[PLAYING TRANQUIL MUSIC]
FEMALE OFFICER: Do these guys
look like criminals to you?
[INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER]
They look like morons.
There's something more to this.
I have witnesses saying
they saw him
making things out of thin air.
You gotta humor the crazies.
Ah. Harold. What a trail of
clues you have left.
-[SONG PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
-[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
Harold?
-Harold?
-Mmh-mmh.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
Harold?
Miss? Can I help you?
Yes!
Thank God
someone's offering help.
I was beginning to think
the Real World
was full of meanies.
Don't do that.
Crayons are for paper, sweetie.
[SCOFFS] Uh...
Sorry, what did you just say?
She can't just draw
wherever she wants.
Well, you have no idea
what that could've been.
Don't listen to her, mate.
Crayons aren't just for paper.
They are 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.
Oh, I'll eat.
[GIGGLES]
You're gonna have to leave now.
[HISSES]
Hey!
[PLAYING PLAYFUL MUSIC]
[PEOPLE EXCLAIMING]
-[PORCUPINE WHOOPING]
-[GROANS]
[PEOPLE EXCLAIMING]
I'm telling you,
this is all connected.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
That's her!
You! Get back here!
[PANTING]
[SNIFFING]
-[MUSIC STOPS]
-[ALL CHEER AND APPLAUD]
So good!
No, that was all her.
Well, I mean, I made the piano.
-GARY: Harold, Moose, hi.
-Oh, hi.
-Oh, Terry.
-Hi, Gary.
Your music was a golden elixir,
and I drank
until I was intoxicated.
Did you, now?
Thanks, Gary.
Harold, I have wonderful news.
I think I know
who your old man is.
You know who my-- You do?
He does!
Oh, Gary, you're the best.
It'll take some explaining,
so follow me
and I'll tell you everything.
Okay. Okay.
W-W-Wait.
Why do you wanna
help them all of a sudden?
[HESITATES] I'm a nice person.
Well, I'm coming, too.
No, no, no, no, honey.
You've had enough excitement
for one day. We gotta go home.
Yes, Mel,
I think it's past your bedtime.
What a wonderful boy.
Thank you.
He could use
a father figure, perhaps.
Um, okay.
Are you sure you're all right?
Terry, you've done
more than enough.
Let Gary carry this burden.
I know exactly what to do.
He knows exactly what to do!
TERRY: Ready?
GARY: When someone
tells a story,
they create a whole world.
And usually, the characters
stay there in that world.
What... What are you...
What are you talking about?
This is the world
that you come from.
[GASPS]
HAROLD: Moose, that's us.
That's me, that's you.
Oh, this is incredible.
It's a whole book about us.
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.
Wax.
Pure imagination.
Oh, that is so cool.
I wanna go home. I miss home.
You know somethin'?
I'm goin' in.
That's...
Let me in, book.
I wanna go home!
I gotta step in it, maybe.
GARY: That's not gonna work.
And that's a $12 fine.
-Soiling.
-[MOOSE SIGHS]
"By Crockett Johnson."
The Narrator, Crockett Johnson!
This is my old man.
Moose, we finally
know who it is!
[BOTH LAUGH]
[PORCUPINE WHOOPING]
Porcupine?
Porcupine, is that you?
Harold?
Yes! Harold!
I knew it! I knew I'd find you!
Oh, my goodness! [GRUNTS]
-Moose?
-MOOSE: Yeah!
Porcupine, it's you?
Look at you. You in human form.
PORCUPINE: I know,
it's so weird!
I love having these.
I'm not really comfortable yet.
I miss my hooves, you know?
Yeah, no, I miss my quills.
It's so good having
the gang back together again.
I know!
[GRUNTS, GROANS]
You are under arrest
for breaking and entering!
Is there a problem here?
That porcupine
is a friend of ours.
[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]
Uh, would it be possible
for me to get my crayon back?
Tell y'all somethin',
moose do not belong in jail.
I really don't like
the Real World at all.
I just wanna go home so bad.
Moose, relax. We can fix this.
We just need a plan.
Whatever the plan is, can you
not leave me behind this time?
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.
[INDISTICT RADIO CHATTER]
[WHISPERING INAUDIBLY]
How do you do?
You cannot keep me up in here!
Keep me locked up in here!
Do you know what I am?
OFFICER: You better get down!
PORCUPINE: You're so lucky
you don't have a face full
-Hey, what are you doing?
-Whoa, whoa...
[GRUNTS]
Come on, come on! Let me in!
Open up! Let me in!
HAROLD: Come on, Moose!
Come on, hurry, hurry!
You left the door open?
Okay. How do we
get through that wall? Ooh.
[LAUGHS] Yeah!
I can't believe that worked!
-[ALARM RINGING]
-[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]
I need to get some crayons.
TEACHER: Okay, class.
Time is up. Pencils down.
[MOTORCYCLE REVVING]
Can I go to the bathroom?
-Hey.
-Hey! Give it back.
Why? Is your pet dragon
gonna hurt me?
This isn't funny. Give it back.
See ya later. [LAUGHS]
-No, no, no!
-[DOOR SLAMS]
MEL: Come on, let me out.
[GRUNTS] Ah...
Look, check out
this stupid whistle.
-It doesn't even work.
-[BLOWS SILENTLY]
[LOUD THUD]
[LOUD THUD]
[BOYS SCREAM]
[ROARS]
-BOY 1: Let's get out of here!
-[BOY 2 YELLING]
Mel, what did you do?
[SCREAMS]
Sorry, Ms. Hemm.
Thanks, Carl.
Don't let anybody see you, okay?
-[CARL SHRIEKS]
-That's cool.
-Mel! Hey!
-Ha-ha!
Harold, Moose!
And Porcupine. Nice to meet you.
Hi, Porcupine.
Did you find your dad?
Yes! His name
is Crockett Johnson.
-Johnson.
-HAROLD: Gary was helping us.
Then we all got arrested, which
is a story for another time.
Found him.
His house is only like
20 minutes away from here.
Oh, that's perfect! Let's get
out of here. Come on, Mel.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I have thumbs now. I drive.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Um, have you ever
driven a motorcycle before?
I'm a porcupine.
I've never done anything before.
[ENGINE REVS, TIRES SCREECHING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]
[MOOSE YELLING]
MOOSE: Slow down, Porcupine!
-[HORN HONKING]
-[MOOSE YELLING]
[MEL YELLING AND LAUGHING]
Can you believe
I've never done this before?
Yes, I can.
Look at the road.
Look at the road.
[ALL YELL]
[CAR HONKS FROM BEHIND]
[GRUNTING]
[MOTORCYCLE REVVING]
[MOOSE YELLING]
-[TIRES SCREECHING]
-[CAR HONKING]
[CARS HONKING]
Shaknathar!
Well, what do you mean
he ran away?
Okay. Thank you.
[ALL YELLING AND WHOOPING]
[TRUCKS HONKING]
Hello. Welcome to
the Crockett Johnson House.
Are you fans of his work?
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.
Oh, well, this is a museum now.
Crockett Johnson passed away.
Passed away?
He's not alive anymore, Harold.
It's like my dad.
I'd be more than happy
to give you a tour.
No, that's okay.
Thank you. Have a good day.
Thanks. You, too.
I'm sorry, Harold.
That's the end of the story.
[CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
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?
No, it wasn't me. It was Carl.
What is going on with you?
We found out that Harold
is from a book,
so we came here to find his dad.
Mel, go wait in the car.
-But, Mom, Harold was--
-Just go!
Go.
Look, I don't know
what's going on here,
or whether you're just crazy.
But ever since you showed up,
our 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.
[FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING]
I'm sorry.
I was wrong about everything.
MOOSE: Porcupine?
PORCUPINE: [GASPS]
It's disappeared.
-Harold.
-What do we do?
It's over.
What do you mean it's over?
You can do anything.
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.
So is that what we are?
Just some dumb drawings?
I'm sorry.
Moose?
Porcupine?
[PANTING]
No.
No.
Oh, Old Man.
You never should have
given me this.
-[THUD]
-[GASPS]
[SCREECHING]
GARY: Harold.
[CAR ENGINE IDLING]
How are you doing, my friend?
Mom?
I've got a bad feeling.
I think Harold's in trouble.
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.
Mom! Mom, everything Harold drew
is disappearing.
I'm serious, Mom.
Something's wrong.
I don't trust Gary.
He's up to something.
We gotta help. And I need Carl.
-Give me the whistle.
-Mom.
Give it to me.
[DOOR CLOSES]
GARY: 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.
-[CHAIR SCRAPES]
Harold, I can help you.
Give me the crayon.
[SIGHS DEEPLY]
-[CRAYON SCRIBBLING]
-GARY: I'm a creative person.
I create worlds.
If you'd read my book,
you would know that this...
is the Dungeon of Azgarach.
Oh! These are strange,
cool bracelets.
Well, I'm glad you like them.
You're going to be wearing them
for a very long time.
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.
No, Gary, that's not
what the crayon is for.
You're supposed to use it
to make people happy.
Revenge will make me happy.
Harold? Ah!
[GRUNTS]
Gary, leave him alone.
Let him go.
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.
You're a seriously
messed-up guy, Gary.
Oh, yeah? How about this?
How about what? How about what?
[HAROLD EXCLAIMING]
-[DOOR CLOSES]
-[HAROLD GASPS]
The Real World is nothing
like I imagined it.
[CAR LOCK CHIRPS]
No.
Mel?
Can we talk?
Mel--
Mel?
Now the world will gaze upon me
and be impressed.
-Onward, Thrahaknahar!
-[HORSE NEIGHS]
[HAROLD GASPS]
I'm so sorry, Mel.
I can't draw us out of this one.
I really messed up.
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.
And we can draw
our way out of here.
[HOPEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
HAROLD: Hey! Hey!
-[HORSE NEIGHS]
-GARY: Hyah!
Let's go get him.
Hyah!
Upon this rock
I shall erect my kingdom.
[GRUNTS]
That was fun, right?
Go hide, go hide.
How did you get out?
With this.
Mine's bigger.
Look, Gary, it doesn't belong
to you, okay? Give it back.
Mm. Sorry.
I can't do that, Harold.
[EXHALES]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[EAGLE CRIES]
[WIND BLOWING]
Draw.
[GRUNTS]
[LAUGHS]
-Huh?
-[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[GASPS]
Yay for Harold!
[GRUNTING]
[YELLING]
[WIND BLOWING]
[LAUGHING]
[YELLING]
[GROANING] Ow.
-[LAUGHS]
-[METALIC CLANKING]
[SCREAMS]
GARY: Fire!
Harold, look out!
-[HAROLD EXCLAIMS]
-[LAUGHS]
Oh! Oh!
[EXCLAIMS]
You'll have to do
better than that.
[GROANS]
That was better.
No! No! No.
No. No.
-HAROLD: Give me the crayon.
-GARY: No.
-Yes.
-Never!
Gary! No, no...
GARY: Mm-mm.
[GULPS]
Gary! Everyone knows
you don't eat crayons.
Not good.
The power.
I feel it.
-HAROLD: Where is he?
-[THUNDER RUMBLING]
Gary, where are you?
GARY: There is no Gary.
-Only G'Garaur.
-[THUNDERCLAP]
Mel! Oh, my God. Are you okay?
I was so worried.
What is happening here?
Mom, Gary swallowed the crayon.
I think he's
trying to kill Harold.
-We have to get out of here.
-HAROLD: Yeah.
GARY: Terry, don't go.
Come. Join me.
So that we may
rule over this land.
Man and woman.
-No thank you.
-Really?
Yup. No.
I do like your new hair though.
I'll show you
what you're missing.
The glaive...
of G'Garaur!
[HAROLD YELLS]
MEL: Run!
[GASPS]
TERRY: Watch out!
MEL: Harold!
[GARY YELLING]
MEL: Watch out!
Harold!
Oh, no!
[PANTING]
[GARY LAUGHING]
Hey. I should have believed you
a long time ago.
[BLOWS SILENTLY]
GARY: You see, Harold,
this power was meant for me.
[CARL SCREECHING]
[SCREECHING CONTINUES]
Sic him, Carl!
[CARL ROARS]
[GARY YELLS]
[LAUGHS]
[GROANING]
-[SIZZLES]
-Oh. Not the hair.
That is the only thing
she likes about me.
[GROWLS]
[GRUNTS]
[CARL SHRIEKS]
Carl!
-[GROANS WEAKLY]
-HAROLD: No!
No, Gary. You have to stop this.
This isn't
what the crayon is for.
GARY: G'Garaur!
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.
Well, I believe in me.
And I believe in my friends.
Friends are overrated.
So I've been told.
-[PORCUPINE WHOOPING]
-[ENGINE REVS]
-Do you need a hand?
-Yes!
I've lost the crayon.
We have to get it back.
Oh, look, the whole
storybook back together again.
How touching.
[SNIFFING]
I've got this.
-[GRUNTS]
-[MEL GASPS]
Thraknah!
Ha!
Yes!
-[GRUNTS]
-[PORCUPINE SCREAMS]
I will not give up
this power, Harold.
I hate to do this to you, Gary,
but you left me no choice.
Nothing you can draw
will be beat me.
-HAROLD: Spiderfly.
-[HISSES]
[CHUCKLES]
[WHOOPS]
[GRUNTS]
[HISSES]
[GRUNTS, GULPS]
The glaive!
Ah!
Well, Moose, you're up.
What?
[YELLS, BELLOWS]
-[THUDS]
-[YELLS]
-[GROANS]
-[LAUGHS]
[GROANING]
Oh.
We did it!
-Come on!
-Yes!
Carl!
[CARL GRUNTS]
[GARY SIGHS]
You okay?
I just wanted a place
where I belonged.
I wanted my world
to be real.
[HAROLD GRUNTS]
It's beautiful.
Why does that woman
look like me?
Does she?
Uh, go, go, go.
You belong there...
G'Garaur.
You said it right.
Oh, and, Harold, I--
We should leave him in there.
[CARL SCREECHES]
[BURPS, PANTS]
[LAUGHS] Yeah.
Aw, your antlers!
[HAROLD CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[HAROLD SIGHS]
I wonder what
the old man would say
if he could see me now.
I think he would
have been proud of you.
Thank you.
-[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
-Oh.
Did he ever say
why he made Harold?
Follow me.
[SIGHS DEEPLY]
NARRATOR: 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.
We only have
so much time in this world,
but we leave our mark
in the lives we change.
And I know you, Harold,
will keep inspiring
our world...
one person at a time.
Because life isn't something
that just happens to you.
Thank you.
NARRATOR:
It's something you create.
The trick...
is in the imagining.
I'll see you soon.
-All right, guys. Ready?
-Ready!
Moose? Moose, are you ready?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.
[CHUCKLES]
I was drawn ready.
Come on, everybody!
[PORCUPINE AND MOOSE
YELL EXCITEDLY]
[PORCUPINE WHOOPING]
[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING]
[HARP MUSIC PLAYING]
Music as sweet
as a phoenix song.
[BLOWS]
Zerry.
O Warrior Queen.
I found you at last,
and nothing in the world
shall tear us asunder.
Oh, that's so flattering, Gar--
-Gagur--
-G'Garaur.
Gar-gar.
But I'm seeing someone.
Gondaldemor?
[SCOFFS]
Good morrow.
Well, that's cool.
I'm super busy anyway!