[They ride down an elevator into the heart of the workshop.]
Dream: Nothing personal, Wilbur, what you all do, it's just- it's not my thing.
Wilbur: The Man in the Moon says it is your thing. You'll see.
Dream: Slow down, would ya? I've been trying to bust in here for years. I want a good look.
Wilbur: What do you mean, bust in?
Dream: Woo! Don't worry! Never got past the Yetis. [One Yeti beats his fists together.] Oh hey Eret.
Wilbur: Keep up, Dream! Keep up!
[Cacophony of toy-making noise.]
Dream: Woah! I always thought the elves made the toys.
Wilbur: We just let them believe that.
[Slimecicle experimenting with Christmas lights]
Wilbur: Very nice. Keep up the good work! [Passes by a yeti working on blue toy robots.] I don't like it, paint it red.
[Purpled, the yeti gasps in frustration, turns to a whole shelf full of the blue robots, and slams his head on the table]
Wilbur: Pick it up everybody! [The two men enter Wilbur's personal workshop room.] Fruitcake?
Dream: Uh, no... thanks.
Wilbur: Now we get down to tacks of brass. [Cracks his knuckles.]
Dream: Tacks of-
[The door shuts and locks.]
Wilbur: Who are you, Dream? What is your center?
Dream: My center?
Wilbur: If the Man in the Moon chose you to be a Guardian, you must have something very special inside. Hmm... [He picks up a Russian Nesting doll that resembles himself.] Here, this is how you see me, right? Very confident, a leader... But if you get to know me a little... Well, go on.
Dream: [Takes off the first doll layer.] You are... downright jolly?
Wilbur: Ah! But not just jolly. I am also mysterious, and fearless, and caring, and at my center...
Dream: There's a tiny wooden baby.
Wilbur: Look closer. What do you see?
Dream: A-ah... You have big eyes.
Wilbur: Yes! Big eyes, very big, because they are full of wonder. That is my center. It's what I was born with: eyes that have always seen the wonder in everything! Eyes that see lights in the trees, and magic in the air - this wonder is what I put into the world! And what I protect in children. It's what makes me a Guardian. It's my center. What is yours?
Dream: I don't know.
[Sapnap and his fairies fly outside of the nearby window]
[Technoblade and George come running up]
Technoblade: We have a problem. Trouble at the Tooth Tree.
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[North Pole Stables]
Wilbur: Gents! [Clap clap] [Starts talking over Dream] Ship shape, as soon as you can.
Dream: Wilbur, I told you! I'm not going with you guys! There is no way I am climbing into some rickety old... sleigh...
[Sleigh and reindeer appear, with Yetis and Elves still making adjustments.]
Dream: Okay. One ride, but that's it.
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RISE OF THE MCYT GUARDIANS
FanfictionRise of the guardians, but it's mcyt This is just an edited version of rise of the guardians, I didn't really write anything, more just edited it so that it relates to mcyt.
