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"Well, welcome to the Unknown, boys. You're even more lost than you realize."
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- The Woodsman, The Old Grist Mill

What is the Unknown?

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Everyone has had a near-death experience in their lives once. Humans are fragile creatures, so it’s completely normal to be suddenly reminded of this once in a while. Perhaps you had a nasty fall once, leaving you with a broken arm instead of a broken neck. Maybe you got lost in the woods at night, eventually finding your way home to a house full of light and a warm blanket. Maybe you even fell into a deep lake once, leading you to a mysterious world full of strange creatures and into frankly terrifying scenarios. This is the case for the two protagonists in Patrick McHale’s Over The Garden Wall, a cartoon miniseries that centers around brothers Wirt and Greg, who must find their way home through a mysterious forest called the Unknown.

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The Unknown bears a certain resemblance to Purgatory from Christian theology as well Limbo, a theoretical place between life and death. Also alluding to this is the episode structure within the miniseries, as each episode parallels a layer of hell from the epic poem Dante’s Inferno. For example, both series follow a protagonist wearing red who travels with a companion that leads them through a mysterious place that they enter by traveling through a forest at night. Even more evidence points to the influence of Dante upon Over The Garden Wall with the co-companions being led by a mysterious woman named Beatrice. The fact that the show has these easter eggs to such a piece of literature gives notion to the popular fan theory that the Unknown is supposed to represent a sort of in-between place where neither the dead nor alive reside, a Limbo of sorts. There’s a plethora of evidence for this, such as the fact that many characters appear to dress from several different time periods. The gravestone of a character that appears in the Unknown can even be seen briefly in Wirt’s flashback to the real world just before him and Greg enter the unknown. The fact that they’re about to drown when they enter also hints that you must be dead or close to death in order to enter the Unknown.

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But what exactly is it?

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The answer, well, is unknown. Patrick McHale, the creator of Over The Garden Wall, has neither confirmed nor denied any fan theories, preferring instead to let people have their own ideas about the true meaning behind the series instead of giving a concrete manner.

However, the interesting fact about the Unknown is the fact that in each episode the audience’s initial perception of the environment and the characters within the dark woods is always subverted. For example, in Hard Times at the Huskin’ Bee, the crew happens upon a town of pumpkin people. The pumpkin people seem friendly at first, but become more sinister when they won’t let the boys and Beatrice leave. Their leader, Enoch, a giant pumpkin with reeds dangling from it and apparently floating gives them judgement:

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Enoch: So, by order of the Pottsfield Chamber of Commerce, I find you guilty of trespassing, destruction of property, disturbing the peace, and murder.

Wirt: Murder?!

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

Wirt: Wait, what? Really? That’s it?

- Over The Garden Wall, Episode 2.

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The Unknown isn’t about being terrifying and purgatory-like. It’s about subverting the audience’s, (and the character’s) perceptions of the world around them by instead revealing it to be actually something simply previously “Unknown”. McHale plays on our most basic fears in Over The Garden Wall by having the expected be the unknown: one of humanity's' most basic fears.

In-Between

 

Wirt:

A forest lurks

Above my brother’s head

And mine

The wind seems to clutch us as we pass between the trees

Carrying whispered warnings that only I can hear

The trees bend inward in a near embrace

Trapping me within where

There is only darkness

Leaves shrivel

turn to dust

Under my

Heels

 

My brother

Laughs and smiles. Why?

It’s a mystery, all right



Greg:

My brother Wirt is kinda weird

But not as weird as he’d be with a beard!

The woods are big but so am I

Maybe one day they’ll touch the sky

Wirt doesn’t care, but I do!

We’ll find our way home pretty soon

The Beast won’t hurt us, I swear it’s true

I’ll get us home and save you too.

Dear Sara,
I've been m

Official Transcript of an Interview Between Officer Paninihead, Mr. Wirt Lastname, and Mr. Gregory Lastname.

 

Officer: So, Wirt Lastname, you and your brother both claim to have been transported to some sort of alternate reality where you saw talking animals, reanimated skeletons, and a some sort of demon from—

 

Wirt: —Sir, I’m aware...I mean I know it sounds ridiculous bu—

 

Gregory: Jason Funderburker was there too! Remember, Wirt, you did bassooning on the ferry with all the other frogs and they went to sleep in the mud and George Washington got a record deal and—

 

Jason Funderburker: *affirming croak*

 

Gregory: You tell ‘em, Funderburker!

 

A pause.

 

Officer: Well, anyway, we’d like to ask you a few questions.

 

Wirt: Y-yes, sir.

 

Gregory: Okie dokie!

 

Jason Funderburker: *croak*

 

Officer: Well, to start, how long would you say you were in...what did you call it...

 

Wirt: The Unknown.

 

Officer: Ah yes, “The Unknown”. Quite a mysterious name.

 

Small thumping noises are heard. The transcriber has been informed that this was the younger brother dropping the complementary mints on the floor while attempting to feed it to his pet frog.

 

Wirt: Greg—

 

Gregory: Shh! It’s his snack time.

 

Officer: (aside to Mr. Wirt) Is he...always like this...?

 

Wirt: Sir, I’d appreciate if you’d talk to both of us at the same time.

 

Officer: ...It says here that your friends estimate you were in the pond for about three minutes at most.

 

Wirt: Yes.

 

Gregory: Mmph! (Transcribers note: It can be reasonably assumed that Mr. Gregory had candy in his mouth at this time)

 

Officer: ...I’m sure I don’t even need to ask, but how do you claim to travel an entire world and see all of these...things...in the span of three minutes?

 

Wirt: A thirty second coma?

 

Officer: ...

 

Uncomfortable silence.

 

Wirt: Sir—

 

Gregory: Mr. Police Guy!

 

Officer: Yes?

 

Gregory: I’ve had enough of this kangaroo court! Wirt, he’s not gonna believe us! Guilty! Boosh!

 

Officer: Mr. Gregory, please—

 

Wirt: No, officer, I’m with Greg on this one. Let’s go home.

 

Jason Funderburker: *confident croak*

 

Officer: Young man, you’d better get back here this instant or I’ll—

 

End of recording

"There is only me. There is only my way. There is only the forest, and there is only surrender."
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- The Beast, The Ringing Of The Bell

Dear Sara,

If you're reading this, it means that you've probably already listened to my mixtape. 

hope you're reading this, because if you aren't then that means that I'm reading this because I messed up again and...augh.

Sara, in case it wasn't obvious, I...like you a lot. 

A lot a lot. 

I...could tell you how much...but I think the mixtape probably weirded you out enough...oh god I feel like screaming again I am so sorry

Anyway...I really wanted to write this down because looking at you makes it really hard to speak coherently but I still wanted to get the message across. 

I'm probably having an anxiety attack with you right now, so I'll keep the rest of this short so my future self can start breathing again. 

I know no one believes me or Greg (besides maybe you?) about the incident at the lake, but whatever happened in there changed me. 

I would have never had the guts to tell you before, Sara.  It took Greg stealing the mixtape I made to get it to you in the first place. 

So...I guess I just wanted you to know that I want to be a better person. For you and for Greg. 

I...hope I'm still alive in the future.

See you soon

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<3

Wirt

"You don't need directions, pilgrim. You just follow that compass inside your heart."
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- The Apprentice, Songs Of The Dark Lantern

Into The Unknown

Composed by Patrick McHale

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Led through the mist,

By the milk-light of moon,

All that was lost, is revealed.

Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring,

But where have we come, and where shall we end?

If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?

How the gentle wind,

Beckons through the leaves,

As autumn colors fall.

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Somewhere lost in the clouded annals of history,

Lies a place that few have seen.

A mysterious place, called The Unknown.

Where long-forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the wood.

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Dancing in a swirl,

Of golden memories,

The loveliest lies of all,

The loveliest, lies of all.

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