over the garden wall

Wirt:
[sees Woodsman off] Shoot. Y-you think we should've asked him for help? [Greg shrugs]

Bird:
Maybe I can help you. I mean, you guys are lost, right? [Wirt gasps, slaps his face]

Wirt:
What in the world is going on?

Gregory:
Well, you're slapping yourself, and I'm answering your question, and—

Wirt:
No, Greg, a-a bird's brain isn't big enough for cognizant speech.

Bird:
Hey, what was that?

Wirt:
I mean, I-I'm just saying, you're-you're weird. Like, not normal. I-I mean... oh my gosh, stop talking to it, Wirt.

Bird:
It?

Wirt:
Uh, I-I-I'm—

Woodsman:
[appears suddenly] What're you doing here?! Explain yourselves!

Bird:
[flies off] Aaand I'll see you guys later, bye.

Wirt:
Calm, calm down, mister! Wh-whatever you do here is your business! W-w-we just wanna get home with all our legs and arms attached!

Woodsman:
These woods are no place for children! Don't you know the Beast is afoot here?!

Wirt:
The Beast? W-w-we-we-we don't know anything about that! W-we're just two lost kids trying to get home!

Woodsman:
Well, welcome to the Unknown, boys. You're more lost than you realize.