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Art! It is... It's not a joke.
Hmm.
Who are you?
It's saying I'm an introvert, but I don't know.
No, I mean who is he?
The Ghost Wolf from the woods?
Yes. I need to know more about him.
He saved us, Barr--
Didn't even get to say thank you.
The rescue guy said he herds lost kids to safety.
It's not like we can get lost on purpose.
I regret my choice of words.
Hey, Kiff, wait up!
All right, we saw him here and then we went this way.
Hmm.
Feeling lost.
Sure would be a great time for a Ghost Wolf to find us.
Barry needs a little breakie-poo.
Kiff, look.
Uh, we just wanted to say thank you for herding us to safety.
We respect you and your boundaries.
Wow, this is a lot of reading.
Ahem. Apologies.
I was not aware of at what age non-ghost children become literate.
I... I can speak the common tongue.
Did you paint this?
I did, but no one was supposed to see it.
Too powerful!
You're so talented. We got to have an art show.
The world needs to see your art.
You're kind, Squirrel Child.
I paint for expression, not praise.
But praise is nice.
The world is not ready for my art, though.
I only paint that which is true.
And nobody likes the truth.
I would like to commission from you ten pieces
for my personal collection.
I'll pay any price.
I have no need for earthly coin.
Oh, okay, so...
I only value...
...living things!
- Uh... - Like plants.
My rate is one rare fern per painting.
Would you like some more friends?
I think you would. I think you would.
You got a deal.
You know I like old Mr. Ghost Wolf.
He's a little whacky, but I can tell he's got a heart of gold.
So, what are you gonna do with ten of his paintings?
They're not for me.
We're gonna have an art show and prove to him
that the world is ready for his art.
Tomorrow, you come back here
and make sure he does all ten paintings.
I'll take care of the rest.
Bunny Child.
I am your new apprentice.
I have always taken a keen interest in the arts.
Oh, well, uh, you are welcome to watch, but, uh...
Hmm.
Ooh, the artistic process.
No, no, no. I have painter's block.
I've never done this before professionally.
I'm a hobbyist!
Hmm. How'd you paint the first one?
I was just watching you and your friends in the woods,
and I felt inspired.
Oh, that's it! We have to watch more people.
Loosen it up. Get the artistic juices flowing.
Ahem, I know I'm just some kid off the street,
but I think you'll want to hear what I have to say.
- Yeah, that's it. - Get out of here!
We don't rent space to any kid off the street
with something to say.
This is a serious art gallery.
Crud. I need a new plan.
Hmm.
It is a 76-minute walk
back to the aerial tram--
Oh! Never mind!
Sorry, forgot.
Boop.
That tickles.
So? Are you inspired?
Very. Let's find some more people to observe.
The artistic process!
Good morning. I'm late. Don't apologize to me.
Ugh, derivative, contrived,
reductive, lacking concept.
Oh, did your mechanic do this one?
I mean that as a compliment. It's not bad.
- Can I help--? - Mal Varland.
We have an appointment to discuss my client.
I am so sorry, I don't have you in my calendar.
I said don't apologize to me.
I represent the secretive artist, Ghost Wolf.
I presume you've heard of him?
- Oh, of course. - He's a soon-to-be icon.
Do you smell old lettuce?
Step into my office. Let's discuss the details.
I said three feet apart, not 2'11".
So sorry, Mal.
I'm the only person in this town with taste.
Kiff, I just had the greatest day of my young life.
Ghost Wolf, these are incredible.
I'm going to cry!
So, uh, should I invoice for the ferns, or...?
Oh, right. I've got something for you.
It's an invitation to the, uh...
nursery where you can collect the rare ferns.
But it doesn't open until 7:00 p.m., and it's black tie.
It's a nice nursery. A nice night nursery.
Okay, see you then. Bye!
Hello? I'm here for my ten rare ferns?
Let there be art!
Welcome, everyone. Meet the artist.
- What a talent. - Wonderful!
Usually you go to a gallery and the artist is dead,
but this guy's alive.
So authentic. What a talent.
What have you done?
You said these were for your personal collection.
I wanted rare ferns, not all of this.
Ghost Wolf, can't you see?
You thought people weren't ready for your art, but look,
they love it.
- So wonderful. - Whoo!
So moving.
Well, maybe...
- What is this? - Yep, there it is.
I don't measure my height daily in a doorframe
like a naive child filled with the hope of growing taller.
I'm a grown-up.
Oh! Uh...
I don't talk to my precious childhood treasures
like they're alive.
Oh, no.
I've never shared my love of ice dancing with anyone.
Oh, come on. Every-- Everyone looks at old photos
of their ex for hours in the middle of a Saturday. Everyone.
Oh, now, everyone knows I sleep with a night-light.
- Uh, I guess. - Hmm...
He's taken private moments
and turned them into entertainment!
Is this some sort of sick joke?
Better hide. Only a matter of time before this becomes an angry mob.
Boop. Boop.
I'm grown up, and I'm angry!
Ugh, Squirrel Child,
now do you get why the world cannot see my art?
Yeah. I should have listened to you, Ghost Wolf.
I'm sorry. This is a disaster.
Marty, why didn't you tell me you love ice dancing?
I made you a costume years ago.
I've been carrying it around just in case.
You got almost as many plushies as I do.
Maybe we should hang sometime.
Oh, totally.
Hello, I'm a local renovator.
I would consider it an honor to lower all your furniture by an inch.
That one inch would mean the world to me.
That's nothing.
I've put a GPS tracker inside the ear
of all the exes I've ever had.
Wow. Very upsetting.
However, it does make me feel less pathetic.
- Thanks, Helen. - Anytime.
Well, embarrassing things really bring people together.
Maybe I overreacted.
Uh, I should give people more credit, trust the audience.
Double boop.
It all worked out.
Eh, not yet. There's still one thing left to do.
Is that just some kid off the street?
Let's hear it for the artist, Ghost Wolf.
All right we start the bidding at one rare fern.
Do I hear two? Two rare ferns?
Thank you, ma'am!
Perhaps you can return this summer to continue your apprenticeship?
I've been getting into sculpting as well.
What do you think?
I love and admire you very much, Mr. Ghost Wolf.
Chirp.