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Once there was a boy named Harold,
who went on an adventure.
And he took his purple crayon with him.
Aha!
He could draw whatever he wanted.
And sometimes, that got him in over his head.
But he always came up thinking fast.
And it was on to the next adventure.
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.
For obvious reasons.
Not again!
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.
The end.
Good night, folks.
Just kidding! Of course the story didn't end there.
Come on, everybody!
I need to go down now!
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!
And he still got in over his head.
But he always came up thinking fast.
Little help here!
Faster than that.
- Harold! - I got it!
Oh, hi!
With his purple crayon,
anything was possible.
Gotcha!
-Oh, careful there. -Sorry, Moose.
Hmmph.
I've been thinking.
If I drew you guys, then who drew me?
That's deep.
I drew you, Harold.
- You did? -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.
So then why can't I see you, Old Man?
Because I'm someplace else.
The Real World.
The Real World. Wow.
What's that?
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?
Oh, I wish that was possible.
But with the crayon anything is possible, right?
Good night, Harold.
Wait, wait, wait, Old Man. One more question.
- Why did you draw me? -Night, Harold.
Okay, okay.
Good night, Old Man.
So, Old Man, I've been thinking
and I've got a lot of follow-up questions.
Old Man?
You there?
Old Man. Hello!
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.
I'm deep.
That's it! Guys, let's go to the Real World!
Oh, no, no, no. We don't wanna do that.
With the crayon, anything is possible.
That's not how it works, Harold. You can't just--
Whoa!
Yeah! Let's go!
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!
What is he wearing?
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.
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?
I can't tell. It's... It's all mysterious and fuzzy.
Maybe you should look closer.
Aw, come on!
The Real World.
Why do my hooves feel so soft?
Hi!
What are we running from?
A grown man in a onesie.
Oh.
Real World clothes.
Different.
Leavin' me behind.
You're not gonna last one day.
Don't worry.
Porcupine's on the way.
Yes!
No thumbs!
That's not good.
It's him! Old Man!
Old Man! Old Man!
Harold?
Harold! Harold! It's me, Moose!
- Moose? - Yes, yes.
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.
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.
Real world, here I come!
Thumbs!
Yes! Yes.
Whoa. Look at these legs!
Whoa.
Ah. Aah.
Look out, world.
I'm big.
Hi. I'm Porcupine.
I'm a bunny.
No way.
Hi!
-Get off the road! - Nice day for a ride!
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.
- Uh, Harold? - Yeah?
I don't think we're doing this right!
- Okay. - Look out!
Excuse us! Excuse us!
-Prasad. Hold on. - Mom!
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Oh...
You okay, Carl? It's okay, buddy.
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!
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.
Ahh!
Wow, that was loud!
Uh, who's Carl?
He's my Dragolizagator.
- He's right there. -Huh?
Is he really small?
He's got amazing camouflage abilities.
Oh.
He's part eagle, lion, alligator.
You know what, kiddo? Let's not do Carl today, okay?
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.
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.
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.
What are you doing?
Aw. No quills.
This really is a brand-new world.
I'm glad you guys are okay.
And that you're not litigious.
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...
Where does he live?
Well, we were hoping that you would know.
- Where your dad lives? - Yes.
Uh, no, I do not know that.
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.
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..."
"We help."
Yeah. Yeah, we do say that.
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?
That's what people say when it's really exciting.
Above the garage!
Is this your house?
Ooh, nice!
Home sweet home.
Could use a new coat of paint and a new roof,
and a lot of other things.
I think it looks great.
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?
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.
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.
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.
Kudos. Good thing you don't do music anymore,
you wouldn't have an amazing job like Ollie's!
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.
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.
Look at all this!
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."
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. Appreciate it. -Yes, sir. Thank you.
First thing you learn in this job,
gotta humor the crazies.
Old Man.
That's Pandaconda.
- Half panda, half snake. - Mm.
And this one's half platypus, half possum.
A Platypossum. Genius.
Because a platypus
is basically already an animal mashup anyway. So, you know...
You get more bang for your buck. Thank you.
Yeah.
This one's Carl.
Well, you captured him perfectly.
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.
Oh.
What? Oh.
So how did you make that tire? I really gotta know.
With this.
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?
That's Spiderfly.
Now, that is creative.
And terrifying.
- That's... That's terrifying. - Yeah. Here.
Thank-- We should prob-- Okay.
Run!
Mel, look out. I think I'm just gonna sneak out of here.
-It's poisonous. - Why did you make it poisonous?
Harold?
It's cold.
I need you to draw me a jacket.
Purple!
He's been here.
Aw. Hey, friend.
Wow, this is real power.
Hmm.
That'll do.
Hello, beautiful.
Hey, whoever's down there, I called the cops.
They're on their way.
What was that?
We have it every day.
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.
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.
Mom, 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. -Yep.
- Bye. -Bye.
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.
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?
- Old Man! - No, that's--
Old Man! It's me! It's Harold!
Who you calling old, punk!
Sorry, Mr. Perez.
Oh, this is... 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?
Wait, guys! Wait for me!
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!
No, wait!
Oh, yeah.
Whoa, whoa...
Let's go!
Whoa!
- Ugh. - What's wrong?
You'll see.
"'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.
Ah.
- Let's go. - 'The name's G'Garaur.'"
Amazing.
A big round of applause
for our head librarian, Gary Natwick,
reading from his novel...
She's gone.
...The Glaive of G'Ga--
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.
Sorry.
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. 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.
Yeah. We've been seeing a lot of each other, so...
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?
Well, sorry, Harold.
Gary can't do it.
My mom will be so disappointed.
Wait.
For your mother...
anything.
All right, what's your dad's name?
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."
And he talks like this.
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...
he finds us.
Exactly!
Which is gonna be difficult
because he doesn't know that we're looking for him.
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.
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.
Okay.
Don't know what that means.
It means, "Thank you for your time.
"I hope you reconsider."
Ta-da!
Harold and the Purple Crayon.
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
"to finish it where he was."
Hey!
Quiet, please. This is a library.
With that crayon, I can show them my world.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Watch out, red light!
Oh!
This is awesome!
- Whoo! - Look out!
What? I can't--
Actually, hold on a second.
Whoa.
Sorry about that, buddy. What were you saying?
I said, "Look out!"
Oh.
That was close, huh?
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.
Mmh-mmh.
It's working!
Woo-hoo!
Harold!
Ooh. Sorry, Moose. Sorry!
Harold! Get me out the air! Land this thing!
That's not nearly as fun.
Hang on!
Yeah!
See? Now that is fun.
Look, that's my school.
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! -Whoa, whoa...
I can't believe we're still rolling.
I feel like I'm in a washing machine.
Maybe pie isn't breakfast.
We gotta do that again.
Oh, hey!
- All right. -Whoa.
Well, good luck finding your old man.
Thanks. Have fun at school.
- Huh. Look at this. - Hmm?
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? -Hello?
- Hello? - Hello?
Yeah, uh, I got your message in the sky.
Let me guess. You're an old man.
Yeah.
- 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.
- You're late, Melvin. - Where've you been, weirdo?
- Give me this. - Stop.
- Where you goin'? - Let go of me!
Bro.
You just hit my bro.
What's with the noise? What's going on?
Principal's office, now.
There it is.
The store that sells everything.
Come on, let's go find Terry.
Oh, Moose! Miniature train ride!
No, Moose!
What? What are you doin', man?
Wow. Whoa!
This place is next level!
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.
Customer needs assistance
- in macrame supplies. - They have their own narrator.
...into a night of terror for a local couple.
Police are looking for this woman.
Authorities say the still-unidentified suspect...
Hello?
Hi. I'm old. I'm, like, 40.
Okay. Can I talk to your mom, please?
And I just pooped my pants.
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.
Oh, wow!
Feels so good.
So good.
What are you guys doing here?
Hi, Terry. Hey, did my old man call yet?
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.
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.
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.
- See? Piece of cake. - Mm.
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!
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.
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.
Whoa!
Apples to zesters
and everything in between.
Ollie's is here for your needs.
I look glorious.
Oh, how I miss my antlers.
Cashier to checkout 7.
Cashier to checkout...
Chewing sounds.
Oh...
Uh...
Whoa. Whoa...
Ah, perfect. Hey, do you guys sell Pumas?
Uh, you know, I'm not sure. But shouldn't be a problem.
Fly!
Fly, fly!
Enjoy!
I am getting really good at this!
Fly! Fly!
Whoa!
- This is insane! - Oh, Shawn!
- Honey! Shawn, honey! - Whoa!
I'm flying!
Awesome!
Oh!
Whoa...
This is fun, Mom!
Whoa!
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!
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.
Good news, Terry.
Police are all over the security tapes.
They'll find out who did this, and when they do...
...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.
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?"
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. We love ice cream, don't we?
Yeah, yeah, we... We love ice cream.
Ice cream sounds great. Let's go. Let's go.
Let's get this ice cream. Come on, Terry.
Okay. I don't like it that much.
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?
Do these guys look like criminals to you?
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.
Harold?
- Harold? - Mmh-mmh.
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.
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.
If you aren't here to eat,
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Oh, I'll eat.
You're gonna have to leave now.
Hey!
I'm telling you, this is all connected.
That's her!
You! Get back here!
So good!
No, that was all her. Well, I mean, I made the piano.
-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?
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!
Ready?
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.
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.
That's not gonna work.
And that's a $12 fine.
Soiling.
"By Crockett Johnson." The Narrator, Crockett Johnson!
This is my old man.
Moose, we finally know who it is!
Porcupine?
Porcupine, is that you?
Harold?
Yes! Harold!
I knew it! I knew I'd find you!
Oh, my goodness!
- Moose? -Yeah!
Porcupine, it's you?
Look at you. You in human form.
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!
You are under arrest for breaking and entering!
Is there a problem here?
That porcupine is a friend of ours.
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.
How do you do?
You cannot keep me up in here! Keep me locked up in here!
Do you know what I am?
You better get down!
You're so lucky
you don't have a face full of quills
- right now! - I'm crazy, too.
- Hey, what are you doing? - Whoa, whoa...
Come on, come on! Let me in! Open up! Let me in!
Come on, Moose! Come on, hurry, hurry!
You left the door open?
Okay. How do we get through that wall? Ooh.
Yeah! I can't believe that worked!
I need to get some crayons.
Okay, class.
Time is up. Pencils down.
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.
No, no, no!
Come on, let me out.
Ah...
Look, check out this stupid whistle.
It doesn't even work.
Let's get out of here!
Mel, what did you do?
Sorry, Ms. Hemm.
Thanks, Carl.
Don't let anybody see you, okay?
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. -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.
Um, have you ever driven a motorcycle before?
I'm a porcupine. I've never done anything before.
Slow down, Porcupine!
Can you believe I've never done this before?
Yes, I can.
Look at the road. Look at the road.
Shaknathar!
Well, what do you mean he ran away?
Okay. Thank you.
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.
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.
I'm sorry.
I was wrong about everything.
Porcupine?
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?
No.
Oh, Old Man.
You never should have given me this.
Harold.
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.
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.
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!
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?
Oh, no. The Real World is nothing like I imagined it.
No.
Mel?
Can we talk?
Mel--
Mel?
Now the world will gaze upon me
and be impressed.
Onward, Thrahaknahar!
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.
Hey! Hey!
Hyah!
Let's go get him.
Hyah!
Upon this rock I shall erect my kingdom.
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.
Draw.
Huh?
Yay for Harold!
Ow.
Fire!
Harold, look out!
Oh! Oh!
You'll have to do better than that.
That was better.
No! No! No.
No. No.
-Give me the crayon. -No.
- Yes. - Never!
Gary! No, no...
Mm-mm.
Gary! Everyone knows you don't eat crayons.
Not good.
The power.
I feel it.
Where is he?
Gary, where are you?
There is no Gary.
Only G'Garaur.
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. -Yeah.
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!
Run!
Watch out!
Harold!
Watch out!
Harold!
Oh, no!
Hey. I should have believed you a long time ago.
You see, Harold, this power was meant for me.
Sic him, Carl!
Oh. Not the hair.
That is the only thing she likes about me.
Carl!
No!
No, Gary. You have to stop this.
This isn't what the crayon is for.
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.
- 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.
I've got this.
Thraknah!
Ha!
Yes!
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.
Spiderfly.
The glaive!
Ah!
Well, Moose, you're up.
What?
Oh.
We did it!
- Come on! - Yes!
Carl!
You okay?
I just wanted a place where I belonged.
I wanted my world
to be real.
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.
Yeah.
Aw, your antlers!
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.
Oh.
Did he ever say why he made Harold?
Follow me.
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.
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.
I was drawn ready.
Come on, everybody!
Music as sweet as a phoenix song.
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?
Good morrow.
Well, that's cool.
I'm super busy anyway!