Setting off into the night

Here's how setting off into the night in Thomas and Twilight Sparkle's Adventures of Charlotte's Web 2: Wilbur's Great Adventure.

[Our heroes, Wilbur, and the spiders watch and wait for the lights to turn off, and they do.]

Thomas: Coast is clear.

Wilbur: Okay, here we go. [hops on a stack of hay]

Nellie: Looking good, Wilbur.

Wilbur: How do we absolutely, positively know for sure that the gate won't open?

Nellie: Go for it.

Wilbur: Right! [takes a deep breath and jumps but gets caught on a beam. But he falls into a mud pile]

Nellie: Whoa!

Rarity: Watch it! Don't get mud on us!

Wilbur: Ha! What do you know? Let's hit the road girls!

Nellie: Let's do it.

[The spiders crawl on Wilbur]

Aranea: I guess this means we're really going.

Toby: Don't worry, Areana, we'll be fine.

[Wilbur and our heroes come to the corn maze, but Wilbur stops and looks back but he goes forward. But in the corn maze they see scary faces]

Aranea: I'm not scared. I'm so not scared.

[Then there was a bird cawl]

Spiders: [screaming]

James: A MONSTER!! [screams]

[Soon they all make a jet for it, but Wilbur hits a scarecrow and his glove files off and grabs his flank]

Wilbur: '''AH! IT'S GOT ME!''' [squealing then stops] Oh, my... I'm gonna faint! [does so]

[But the glove flies off him witch reveal it was Templeton crawling out]

Templeton: Get off your butt!

Wilbur: Templeton?

Templeton: You'll never make it to the Hirsh farm like that.

Wilbur: What are you doing here?

Templeton: You know how a rat change his mind. You need my help, what else could I do, but offend the paw?

Joy: [slides down Wilbur's snout] [sarcastically] Couldn't have anything to do, with the fact that you realize Wilbur gone, there won't be any slops for you?

Templeton: [shutters] Are you saying that I have salvage motives?

Joy: [looks at him not ammused]

Templeton: It has absolutely nothing to do with my aid of Wilbur's food, I can assure you of that. So! How many babysitting days are we uh, talking about here, Wilbur?

Wilbur: [snorts]

Steamy: Never mind that!

Mucker: Come on, let's continue on.

[Soon they carry on]

Wilbur: It's.. It's actually kinda nice traveling by night. The wind on our back, the moon light above.

Joy: Who are you fooling?

Wilbur: Okay, it was worth a try.

Hiro: It is nice traveling by night, I should know. I love traveling at night.

Joy: [sarcastically] Yeah, that's why your marefriend is an alicorn who is the Princess of the Night.

[Wilbur hears a tree falling and races across a river]

Templeton: Done gapping? It's this way. [swings down a bramble]

[But then Wilbur gets stuck]

Wilbur: Hey! What's going on?

[Templeton looks back and comes up]

Templeton: Don't you know how to walk in the bramble would ya keep still? The more you mob, the worse it gets.

Wilbur: Can you help me out?

Templeton: I like to help you, but uhm. Only two more weeks of babysitting would turn my into good.

Wilbur: Two more?!

Templeton: Hey, I'm not the one stuck in the bramble.

[Wilbur tries to get free, but falls down]

Wilbur: Fine! Two more weeks! Just get me out of this.

[Templeton crawls up and starts crewing the bramble and Wilbur gets free. But some are tangled on him. And they carry on, but they herd a growling sound]

Aranea: [gasps] What's that?

Fender: It's the Predator! He's gonna kill us, and he's gonna hang us up in a tree!

[Everyone looks at Fender]

Fender: What?

Rodney: Fender, that's just a movie it's not real.

[But the Predator is in the trees]

Fender: [in body heat] No, I think we need to cover our selves in mud to avoid being seen.

Willy: [in body heat] Fender, Rodney's right, it's only a movie.

Mako: [in body heat] Besides, we aren't suppose to encounter a Predator until later in the series!

Fender: [in body heat] Well, I think this movie is a foreshadow of it.

[then the growl is coming from Wilbur's stomach]

Wilbur: [chuckles] I've just been alerted that I've forgotten something important to my big plan.

Gordon: What is your emergency?

Wilbur: Food! I think I feel faint. [lands on his flank]

Templeton: Food?! Tell me you're joking.

[Then Wilbur is sniffing]

Wilbur: Wait a minute. Wait a minute, I smell...

Templeton: [gasps]

Wilbur: Oh, yeah. I smell... BLACKBERRIES!! [eats some while some squirt his face, but he strains on a bramble but breaks loose and Wilbur tools over to a tree and tree sap lands on his face, including some bark and leaves] Honey anyone?

Spiders: [giggling]

Nellie: Wilbur.

[They crawl back on him]

Wilbur: Hey! It's the Berk Conwood Tree! Just like Gwen said.

[They run around and make it to a road]

Wilbur: We did it. We actually made it to the road.

Nellie: And now all we need to do, is just got five, five, five miles that way!

Wilbur: Right, that way!

Joy: Unless of course it's that, that, that way!

Wilbur: Uh, that way?

Percy: Can we try to decide which way it is later? We shouldn't be on the road! What if a car comes?

Charlie: Don't be silly, Percy. There aren't gonna be any cars driving this way at night!

[Then car lights are coming]

Charlie: Then again, I could be wrong.

Templeton: Heads up! HEADS UP!!! [runs away and Wilbur does so by avoiding the truck!]

Truck driver 1: What's that?!

[The truck stops and the 2 hop out]

Truck driver 2: I bet the farm we just saw a wild pig!

Truck driver 1: Hope you're wrong, bud. A farel pig is bad news. 3 years ago, one took a whole field of my squash even dragged up a baby goat.

Truck driver 2: We better warn everyone.

[Wilbur is still running and stops as the drivers drove away]

Wilbur: Gosh! Just like that! I could have been flatten, squashed!

Joy: Bacon based, road kill!

Fender: Or even pancakes!

Templeton: Stop with the food references. I'm starving.

Pinkie: Even I'm starting to feel hungry.

Wilbur: [groans]

Nellie: Calm down, Wilbur. It's over, there's no reason to panic, just a little bump in the road.

Wilbur: Neh!

Nellie: Sorry! Now, straighten up. We're nearly to Cardigan's. And I'm sure Templeton knows the way. Right Templeton?

Templeton: Of course I do! I'm the only one with this head on strait in this entire outfit!

Joy: Boy, are we in trouble.