(guitar music)
Guy (off screen): Ah, packin' up, Bass?
(Dog barking)
Yup.
You know what happened don't you…
Bass: Can't say that I do.
Bass: If I could I wouldn't be packin.
He he! Need a hand?
I think I'll need the grace of the Old Man himself.
Bass: Even the unexplainable...
...has to be dealt with.
You don't really believe that spirit stuff.
And that's why you ain't comin with.
(music)
Kitty: As long as your seal and the red tezcatlipoca's seal is in place,
we have been able to undo the mess that child has caused...
Well, mostly.
Where did you send that kid to anyway?
Xochiquetzal signs: His home.
Kitty: Where's that?
Xochiquetzal: don't know.
(flute)
Earlier, I saw the boy...
...he wanted this.
We still have a plan, eh!
Go down south, and I'll stay here...
and try and figure out how to handle…
...this.
We best get Quetzalcoatl outta town right quick.
Last thing we need is Hollow breathin' down our necks.
Um…
We're leaving soon.
Yup…
Got something to say?
No…
I mean, yes.
I mean…
Sorry.
It's fine.
Okay.
Bye.
Don't go anywhere you're being hunted!
Sooo…. Why are we...
...supposed to look like humans?
(to herself) Eeeh...Well, I guess you hav' ta practice this conversation thing sometime….
We ain't supposed to, we just do it 'cause we're nice.
Look…. It didn't used to be like that here.
Hollow was just another village, like Hatfield or McCoy...
...only, kinda big.
It's where Tlaloc was from.
It's where the Tezcatlipoca Mirror was kept.
Only some group of folks, called the Industrial Men,
came from far away to study the mirror.
They don't believe we're spirits.
They think we're humans,
who have learned how to mess with the world somehow.
They think anything we can do they should be able to do, too.
Like we are keeping something from them.
Are we ready to go?
Calamity: Yeah…
Calamity: What!
Well…we're leaving!
Calamity: 'bout time!
Calamity, you haven't said a word to yer folks all this time.
Will it make a difference?
Calamity: Really!
Look...we'll keep goin', and it'll be fine!
Just...some kinda flue.
Kitty: Calamity!
Calamity: Let's just leave!
This ain't a trained jackalope, Calamity.
It's gonna have to be trained on the go.
(harmonica music)
Kitty: C'mon
Kitty: Come on. To the left! Leyyyyft!
Do we have time for this?
Kitty: He'll get it.
Aaah! Come… on you dumb thing!
Kitty: Calamity! Don't force it.
Kitty: Oh!
(runaway-cart music)
Corn: Aaah!
Well!
It… doesn't know what's going on.
Calamity: What am I supposed to do… talk to it?
Calamity: Hey!
Calamity: Whoa!
You should...probably...not...do that!
Hold on.
(calamitous music continues)
Left!
(breathless running)
Bass: Hello, Ma'am.
Bass: Havin' trouble?
My jackalope ran off with a pair of other folks onboard.
Say no more, Ma'am.
Giddyap, Cinco. Hyah!
(wagon wheels)
(lazy, uneventful music)
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