[When the camera first turns on and the feed starts rolling, the shot is very unsteady, and gives the viewer a very shaky view of the sky and some nearby treetops, and a voice can be heard just offscreen.]
Greg! Greg, no don’t- don’t put weird things from your pocket in your mouth! We don’t know where these things even came from!
I thought it might be candy! Hey Wirt, have you seen Agent Seaweed? I can’t find him.
Uh. ...No, I haven’t. [He doesn’t sound like he cares all that much. There’s kind of someone more important missing.] But where’s Beatrice? Wasn’t she right here like a minute ago?
Hmmmm, I had him when we passed that one tree, and the other tree, and the rock, and the branch… [[This boy sounds a bit younger than the other one and is clearly only barely paying attention.]
This is bad. This is really bad.
[Since the device is very obviously not candy, the angle changes and for a second a teenage boy can be seen, wearing a blue cape and pushing his hands up under his tall red hat to tug at his hair nervously.]
Greg, Beatrice isn’t here and she’s the only one who knows how to get to the ferry! We’re lost, again! I-I’m pretty sure we walked by here already anyway...we must have gotten turned around somewhere. I guess….
[A small hand appears in the frame for a moment, pointing.]
Oh, I bet they’re hiding in that huuuge house up there, like hiding hiders. Whoa, it’s almost as big as Unkie Endicott’s mansion!
[The camera abruptly goes bouncing away, catching a retreating view of the boy with the conical hat.]
W-Wait, Greg! Greg, hold on!
[Despite his protests, it sounds like the taller boy is following right behind whoever’s filming without actually doing much to stop him.]
We can’t just go running off...though, huh. I guess...I guess she could be there? Maybe?
[Meanwhile the younger boy is calling for Agent Seaweed, whoever that is. A particularly lucky shake of the camera reveals a glimpse of the boy’s head. If you thought the conical hat was weird, well, this kid is wearing an upside-down teapot. He’s also humming an odd, jaunty tune to himself as he trots along toward the mansion.]
Greg, stop shaking that thing around. You’re going to break it, and I’m pretty sure they’re not ours to break.
[Without being able to see him, he sounds very bossy and annoying, but to be fair he would probably sound that way even if the viewer could see him.]
[[Then the one named Greg apparently stops running with a curious-sounding “Hm?” and he peers down at the communication device, turning it around and over. It’s the first good look at his face; he looks to be maybe five or six. And yes, your eyes weren’t deceiving you, he is still wearing the teapot.]
Hey, Wirt! What does it mean if this candy thing is glowing?
[There’s some footsteps, and then the older boy (apparently named Wirt) is looking into the camera too. When their faces are next to each other, it’s clear there’s about ten years between them. Wirt raises an eyebrow and looks down at the device and then gasps when he realizes what’s happening, panic filling his face.]
It’s recording. G-Greg, it’s recording us, turn it off!
[And then the device goes sailing away through the air as Greg tosses it with all his might. There’s a horrified gasp from Wirt.]
GREG, I-I TOLD YOU NOT TO BREAK IT-!
[It’s the last thing heard before the device crashes into a nearby bush and shuts off on its own.]