over the garden wall

[Wirt and Greg are confronted by the large sentient pumpkin called Enoch]

Enoch:
Now, let's see here, boys. How'd you end up in this little town of ours?

Wirt:
Well, we were trying to get home. We came into town from the woods. Uh, we saw your farms and your houses and thought, "Hey! Here's a normal place with normal people."

Greg:
And we both stepped on pumpkins!

Wirt:
Yeah, a-and then we heard the music from the barn, and, well, uh... H-how about we just leave?

Enoch:
Now let me get this straight. You come to our town, you trample our crops, you interrupt our private engagement... and now you want to leave?

Wirt:
[nervously] Uh... yes.

Greg:
You'll never convict! You have no proof! [the Elder Pumpkin holds Beatrice in his straw hands]

Elder Pumpkin:
This one's trying to escape!

Beatrice:
Let me go! I don't know these clowns!

Enoch:
Children, it saddens me that you don't wish to stay here with us, particularly because I simply have to punish you for your transgressions.

Beatrice:
I told you this place was bad news!

Enoch:
So by order of the Pottsfield chamber of commerce, I find you guilty of trespassing, destruction of property, [lowers itself down to approach Wirt and Greg closely] disturbing the peace, [darkly] and murder.

Wirt:
[shocked] Murder?!

Enoch:
[chuckles] Oh, no, not murder. But for those other crimes, I sentence you to... a few hours of manual labor.

Wirt:
[surprised] Wait, what? Really? That's it?