Dalia and the Red Book (2024) Movie Script
1
[projector whirring]
[ethereal tones]
[overlapping clicks, ringing]
[light piano melody]
DALIA AND THE RED BOOK
[birds chirping]
[gentle music]
[humming]
[groaning]
Mom, can I?
Yes, Dalia.
Go to your father.
Otherwise, he'll probably
be standing there
-the whole day.
-Thank you.
[sighing]
They're for one another.
[panting]
Oh! Hmm?
Hmm.
Oh, hello, sweetheart.
[laughing]
Looks like
we're running out of time.
Has the big bad wolf
sent you to devour me?
[both laughing]
Come here,
look at that little house.
Isn't it the most beautiful
house in the world?
I'm sure it grew
out of these very hills.
Something like this can't
just be built.
This must be true magic.
What does the seed of a house
look like, Dad?
Dalia, I can assure you,
that it is
a wonderful seed.
Something worth seeing.
It has a color
you've never seen yet.
About the size
of a small acorn,
but weighs more
than a well-fed elephant.
Yes, almost as much
as my sweetie-pie.
[both laughing]
Dalia, the seat belt.
Dad could write a tale
about that little house.
With all the time
your dad has spent
just staring
at that little house,
he should be
writing a saga of...
no less than
seven volumes, my love.
Your mother's
absolutely right, Dalia.
That little house is
a lot of inspiration
for a simple story.
I think
I'll have to write
a whole long book
about it.
I'll have to talk to my editor
about it tomorrow morning.
FOR SALE
[gentle music]
[sighing]
Your editor is still surprised.
After all these years
editing your stories,
will I finally edit
your first novel?
Hm, well, "novel,"
it's a term
I don't like very much.
I'd rather say the "book."
It sounds more
like a hard cover.
Humidity and yellowed leaves.
I really want
to write a book,
not just a novel.
And I'm gonna hand-write it,
I'll use a pen and ink,
like in the good old days.
It'll be a real blast.
Don't you wanna
make it harder?
-[laughter]
-[car horns honking]
[laughter]
If it takes you three years
to complete
a two-page tale,
how long will it take you
to write a 500-page book?
Well, don't you worry,
my editor lady.
It'll be fast,
I can tell you that.
I'll start with it tomorrow.
And before the year's end,
you will be sitting
next to the chimney's fire,
reading the...
800 pages of my book.
Are you serious?
That's a nice idea.
But you know better
than me that we don't
have a chimney at home.
[laughing]
Well...
I'll put Dalia to bed.
[soft chuckling]
They're for one another.
Looks like lighting that fire
will take some time.
SEVEN YEARS LATER
Mom, I'm here.
Mom?
Hey, Mom?
Hmm. She still hasn't
returned from work?
But I'm sure
she left those prepared.
Oh, where are they?
Hmm...
HAPPY 12TH BIRTHDAY, DALIA
DON'T TOUCH
...happiness
in little rolls.
Mm. Thank you, Mom.
What's that?
Hey, Mom, are you here?
Mom?
Dad's writing studio.
[gentle music]
Whoa.
[gasping]
Hi, Dad!
Oh!
[gasping]
Daddy!
You're a very brave
little girl, Dalia.
For a second,
I thought
you wouldn't
dare to walk this path.
Dad, you promised me
a very special gift.
[laughing]
I see now.
If a treasure is
promised to you,
you could cross any labyrinth,
am I right?
No matter how many Minotaurs
you could find along your path.
Daddy, you promised that to me.
Today's my birthday.
I know, Dalia,
we're in February.
Time goes by so fast.
and we still don't
have a chimney.
What about my gift?
So brave, yes,
but so impatient.
I'd never forget
your gift, sweetheart.
I've got it just right here.
Today I will give you something
that you will never lose.
And although time passes,
it will never reach that gift.
Can you guess what it is?
Mm...
[gasps]
Is it a friend?
Almost, but really,
I was referring
to a character.
A character
that will live in my book.
One that you can invent.
[gasps]
It can be however I want it?
That's right,
how would you like it to--
I want it to be a goat.
[chuckling]
A goat, you say?
Sure, why not?
And what's the name
of your goat, Dalia?
It's obvious, Dad-- Goat.
He's my friend.
He jumps everywhere
and never,
ever falls down,
because he was born
in the mountains.
[sighing]
Hm?
Why didn't Mom ever
let me enter this room?
Dad always let me.
Hm.
I used to think you were bigger.
[coughing]
[gasping]
It's Dad's book!
[electric sizzle]
Ow, what was that?
Yes, finally!
[gears clicking, thudding]
The story is
beginning to work!
The door is opening once again!
This time,
I'm going to make it.
[cackling]
Oh!
You will never
understand it.
We will never
move forward in this story.
Are you all right, Sister?
Ahh, it seems we're not
the only characters
who got bored.
Is that the door opening
once again?
That's very interesting.
[sighing]
-Dalia!
-[gasping]
Mom's here.
This was here.
Dalia?
Hm.
Oh, Dalia, Dalia.
Good thing I hid this.
If not, she would've
eaten it, too.
Uh...
Hm.
[sighing]
There we go.
Dalia?
[soft chuckle]
Dalia?
Are you in your room?
Yes, Mom,
I'm tidying it up.
[groaning]
Tidying it up?
That's something
I have to see with my own eyes.
Oh, no, no, no.
She can't see it.
She can't see it.
Act fast.
Come on, Dalia.
Think of something.
Think fast.
Where could you hide it?
-[Dalia typing]
-Hm.
Hello, Mom.
So, "tidying it up."
It sounded pretty strange.
I was tidying
some text at the--
oh, never mind.
How was your day today?
We already
talked about this, Mom.
Well, Happy Birthday!
I told you
I didn't want any gifts.
I know, Dalia.
That's pretty silly,
if you ask me.
You're already 12 years old.
You didn't allow me to make
a gathering with your friends.
So, I bought you
something insignificant.
It's nothing impressive,
you have my word.
That's better.
Having high expectations
could kill
even the smallest happiness
you may have.
I love it!
This is the first time
you surprised me
with something I really like.
Dalia, in fact,
I have another gift.
That clock belonged to Dad.
Oh, I'm sure
he'd like you to have it.
Your dad used to take it
-everywhere.
-Wow.
[printer clattering]
Is that the text
you were working on?
-Uh...
-Is it a new tale?
No, no, no, it's just...
it's not ready yet.
It will never be ready.
Well, you're
just like your dad.
I know you expect that from me.
But I'm in no way
as good a writer
as my dad was.
Dalia, I'm an editor.
My job is
to discover writers,
-and you're very good at it.
-Mom, I am not a writer.
I do enjoy writing,
but I am not a writer.
Do you know
that I also enjoy
doing a lot
of other things?
Oh yeah?
Hm, for example...
Other things,
like, for example...
[sighing]
...other things.
Dalia, the only thing I wish
is for you to be happy.
I don't mind what you choose
to do with your life.
I just wish
that whatever you pick
makes a happy person of you.
Since I imagine
we won't have many guests,
let's get ready to snack
on a lot of pancakes.
Happiness in mini-rolls.
[laughter]
Huh? Hm.
That's strange.
I thought I closed the door
when I came
to get the clock.
Oh, I think
I'm getting old and senile.
[gentle music]
"Everything started when"...
[groaning]
"How to know
where everything began?"
Oh...
How can it be that something's
so clear in my head,
and then I start writing,
and it disappears?
See you tomorrow, sweetheart.
I'll be working downstairs.
-[chuckling]
-Don't stay awake too long.
Good night, Mom.
See you tomorrow.
[sighing]
Finally.
Hah!
There's nothing better than
hiding something in plain sight.
Oh-- what's this?
[yawning]
I'm more tired every day.
I'm old, senile,
and a sleepy-head.
[straining]
Open up!
Where could I find the key?
Ahh.
Let's see...
I'm lucky.
I'm sure she already
went to sleep.
[soft chuckle]
I hope this coffee
helps me stay awake.
Let's see this one.
Ahh.
The book is locked,
the door is locked.
But my mind stays open.
Old books with lock.
Locks, keys,
locks, locks...
[gasping]
"Library director
displays old books."
Mm-hmm.
These look like Dad's books.
Wow, I've got it.
Open from 6 a.m. to 5 p.m.
If I leave early,
very early...
I could go to school
without Mom noticing.
You won't be able to hide
your secrets much longer,
little buddy.
We've gotta hurry up.
No one must see us.
This is the door,
open it,
and Sobreg will give you
a very important role
in the story.
Good, piece of cake.
It doesn't look too strong.
[straining, grunting]
If you keep forcing things,
you're going to ruin
the little good parts
this story still has.
-[laughing]
-You! What do you want?
I wanna help you.
You may have the key,
but you know
you can't enter
without... oh...
follow us.
[ominous strings]
[soft groaning]
[click]
-Oh...
-Our great Sobreg,
it did work!
And finally,
we are here.
It's unbelievable.
We're in another world.
Where could our book be?
It's gonna be a long search.
No, not very long.
We didn't bring much time.
[sighing]
[groaning]
The early bird...
[yawning]
...catches the torture.
[sighing]
[phone ringing]
[buzzing]
Hm... huh?
Is this the library?
Hi, there.
[nervous chuckle]
I'm looking for these books
with, um...
Do you know
where I could...
Oh...
Do I have to fill this out?
[nervous chuckle]
Hm.
Rack five.
[sighing]
It's easier on the internet.
What happened here?
What is all this?
-VOICE: Hello.
-Hm?
Hi, uh...
I'm sorry.
I scared you?
You didn't scare me.
You surprised me.
The same thing happened to me.
Two times!
At first, I was surprised
by this disorder.
And, secondly,
I was very surprised to learn
of an early-rising girl
who was so interested
in some old books.
Books that
I can't find anywhere.
Do I know you?
No, no, I don't think so.
This is the first time
I've come to a library.
I...
usually look
on the internet.
I understand,
your generation
would rather stare
at a shiny screen
than open a good book.
That's a real shame.
All right.
Thank you for everything.
Yes, I knew it!
I am such a fool.
You are Dalia,
the daughter of the great
Adolfo Kraplovet.
Your dad and I used to be
very good friends.
Adolfo always
came to visit me.
To him,
these were not covers,
these were doors.
Door that lead
to new universes,
To knowledge, poetry,
unforgettable stories.
I was a big fan
of your father.
Every now and then,
I had the privilege
of reading his stories
before anyone.
Stories that were
absolutely marvelous.
He was an absolute creator.
I wish I was capable
of writing like he did.
All right, thank you
very much for everything.
I have to leave now.
I'm gonna be late
for school and...
But I never got
to read his novel.
-Did he manage to finish it?
-Novel?
He never wanted to talk
about his novel.
It was something
very special.
"It is a story that is meant
to be read by candlelight"--
Haha!-- he said.
I imagine
it was a mystery novel.
Right? Do you think
one day your mother
-will publish it?
-I have no idea.
Goodbye.
Excuse me.
May I ask you
one last question?
The answer is no.
I am not a writer.
I'm interested
in other things.
Oh, yeah?
What things?
[sighing]
See you.
Oh... well,
today I'm going to have
to stay very late.
[straining]
[gasping]
Come on,
be a good little old book
and open up.
I don't want to force you
but if you don't do it,
I'm going to throw you
into the fire.
I promise you that.
[light crackling]
Oh, that's strange,
the emergency lights have
not been turned on.
I'll have to call
the electrician once again.
Oh, at least
one light still works.
This is your last chance, buddy.
If you don't open up,
I'm gonna...
[shrieking]
Hm? Huh?
Hmm.
That's funny--
uh-- aah!
How is it even possible
that you guys are here?
This is--
This is impossible.
You have
so little imagination,
you embarrass me.
Don't you know
that if the writer
doesn't find the way,
his characters will
do it for him?
I didn't want to do it,
but I really loved
his ideas so much,
I wanted them to be mine.
He'd never finish
the book on time.
I didn't want to spoil it.
That doesn't matter anymore.
Sobreg will finish
the story.
Sobreg?
Where is the book?
Well, I don't have it.
He suspected me
and never brought it again.
He was my friend,
and I betrayed him.
We know that the book's
not in this library.
Tell me where it is.
I have no idea.
I guess his wife has it.
Uh... uh...
his daughter was here today.
You got what you were
looking for, am I right?
Am I free to go now?
First, I need
something else from you.
No! No-no-no...
DALIA: What is this?
I don't understand anything.
This can't be read.
Hm?
It's a letter from Dad.
That's weird.
It's for me.
Hm.
This door, isn't that...
[light crackling]
[sighing]
Now what?
[groaning]
I don't need this.
Oh.
Got to find a place
to hide the book.
Hm? Huh!
[gentle music]
[gasps]
Huh?
Oh, that's true.
It's a story to be read
by candlelight.
Dad wasn't a writer
but a magician.
-[door opening]
-That's Mom.
I need to hide this now.
[footsteps]
Hm?
There, it must be that door.
-Hmm.
-Let's hurry up.
We don't have much time.
Huh?
Who owns this house?
And another locked door.
Use your key.
[chuckling]
It's not for this door.
Your plan begins
to have many flaws.
[chuckling]
I really doubt that Sobreg--
Who the hell are you?
What are you doing
in my house?
-Thieves!
-Mom!
You won't take anything
from this house!
Finally, we have a warrior.
No, no,
we don't have more time.
We need to leave now.
[growling]
Yes! That's it.
Get out of my house!
Ahh-- Dalia, are you okay?
Here I am, Mom.
I'm just fine.
No, Dalia!
[evil chuckling]
So, it's about you?
No, I don't think so.
-Could it be someone else?
-I doubt it.
Leave my child alone!
[Dalia screaming]
-Over here! Hurry up!
-Huh?
What are you doing?
[evil chuckling]
What would you be
willing to do
for your little girl?
Everything.
Whatever is needed.
How many doors does
this key open?
[evil chuckling]
[distant police siren wailing]
If you let me go now,
I won't report you.
I only saw the one
with the horrible wolf mask.
It's not a mask.
She's a wolf,
and she's not coming with us.
You think she'll make it?
She won't make it.
That's better.
No one will miss
that show-off.
[evil chuckling]
These poor
secondary characters,
always coming
in second place.
Are we at the library yet?
I want to go back!
Oh, come on, please--
I won't say a word!
-Release me now!
-Why are we taking her?
-I gotta go back home! Stop it!
-She's useless.
Let's leave her here.
Yeah, that sounds
like a very good idea.
It's the best
I've heard tonight.
She has to come with us.
I have very succulent
plans for her.
-Mmm!
-What?
Let me go now!
I have to go back home! Stop!
Where are you guys taking me?
-[grunting]
-I won't let you eat me!
Don't let her escape!
Come here!
Huh?
Mr. Librarian?
Is he dead?
Throw her to me,
come on, make it fast.
[Dalia screaming]
I'll only be a letter
in a sea of words.
We shouldn't have
brought her.
We almost disappeared in there.
-Let me go!
-And she'll have
the same destiny here.
The book was
the only important thing.
And we couldn't find it.
What's this all about?
Where are we?
The story is
beginning to work!
Now give me the book.
I can smell it.
I know you have it
right here.
I don't get it.
Why do you want my dad's book?
He didn't even finish it.
[evil chuckling]
That's exactly
the reason we want it.
We're the ones
that will finish it.
Because we need
to finish it.
Hurry up! She could
disappear at any moment.
If I give it to you,
will you let me
go back home?
Yes, of course, Dalia.
[cackling]
What if I drop it?
[growling]
If you don't do
what I want you to do,
I will drop this book.
If the book falls,
you will fall too.
Do you know how to fly?
VOICE: Why do you insist
on appearing fierce?
Two swords
for one little girl?
Finally, my antagonist
makes his appearance.
I've been waiting
for this moment a long time.
What is the meaning
of time for us,
if this moment will be
a thousand times the present?
A present where
you will be defeated.
I'm gonna change this
and all the presents we have.
I understand, that's
why you want the book for.
All right then, you only
leave me one alternative.
No!
-The book! The book!
-No! No-no!
No, my dad's book!
The book!
The book...
-[voice fading]
-[gasping]
Ruminant!
You've barely appeared,
and you're already
messing everything up.
I will erase you from
this story this very moment!
Oh! Why does everyone grab me
like I'm a sack of potatoes?
I would prefer
a braver opponent,
but you're just a coward
who prefers running
to fighting.
[distant rumbling]
We're going to die!
The next time you do that,
let me know.
[distant rumbling]
Wow.
[gasping]
That building just collapsed,
like the drawing of...
But, so then the book...
why did you knock it?
You let it fall.
We have to recover it.
If it even exists.
You didn't disappear.
Huh?
What do you bring
in that backpack?
This?
I'm pretty sure
it's important.
But that's not what
we're seeking for right now.
Hm.
Mm-hmm.
[soft ticking]
[gasping]
Are the minutes being erased?
Look at this.
We have very little time.
Little time for me to die
or something like that?
Little time
to complete the story.
Oh, so then I won't die?
You won't die.
When all the hours
of your clock disappear,
if you are still here,
you will disappear forever.
Oh... it's just that.
I'm lucky
I'm not going to die.
[rumbling]
Whoa.
I mean, what's that?
Come on, little phone.
[sighing]
I understand
it doesn't have service,
but it isn't fair
I can't even take a picture.
[gasping]
Hey, you think
I'll follow you around?
Hey, hey, wait for me.
[cackling]
Ladies and gentlemen,
the main characters'
introduction concludes.
Now, everything really begins.
[cackling]
[nervous laughter]
By any chance,
do you have any idea
of how I can get back home
before I disappear?
"Get back home"?
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
I need to understand something.
Are we in my dad's book?
-Right inside the book?
-Mm-hmm.
And you're Goat, right?
You're the character
that my dad gave me
when I was five years old.
How is this even possible?
How can you even exist?
You... You're real.
How can I even be here?
I'm pretty sure
that your presence
was essential
in this story.
Hah! Essential, you say? Me?
From what I've heard, you and me
shouldn't be in this place.
I doubt that
anything in this story
exists by mere chance
by mistake.
Oh... okay, if we're here,
there's a reason.
It seems that
we have no choice.
If this is the story,
we just have
to go through with it,
and in the end,
I'll be back home.
Well, I hope.
But, um, where should we go?
I thought that the creators
have all the answers.
But I see they don't stop
asking questions.
Hmm.
[ominous music]
[suspenseful music]
We can look at that tower
throughout our existence,
but only the creator has
the gift of opening
the door of creation.
Are you here to tell me
things I already know?
My sisters and I have
learned about
the most recent events
in this story.
And, consequently,
we want to make a deal with you,
dear Lady-Wolf.
Hmm.
If we're in a story,
or a tale,
moving forward is
what matters.
The story has to flow.
The worst
that can happen to it
is to stagnate or to get--
[gasping]
I recognize that place!
[chuckling]
It looks very similar
to the building that has
the door that brought me here.
I'm pretty sure that here,
there's also
some kind of door
that allows me
to get back home again.
This looks quite easy.
I was here yesterday.
Well, actually, I mean,
I was in the real one.
The authentic library.
The-- The real one.
This one is also real--
I didn't mean it isn't.
But the other one is
in the, um...
-the real world.
-Hm?
[sighing]
Let's go in.
Inside, it doesn't look
anything like the other library.
[dramatic music]
How can they reach the books
on the highest shelves?
Using ladders.
Some very,
very tall ladders.
Hmm, it's possible.
Where could the door be?
Hm, and this title?
"T." Only "T"?
"A flower grows so big
that it blocks the sun."
I don't get it.
This isn't a story.
-It's just an idea.
-Looks like it's unfinished.
It seems to be just a sketch,
an unfinished union of ideas.
Maybe both this story
and ourselves
finish the same way.
Are you saying all these books
here are unfinished?
And this one?
Why is there nothing in it?
How is this possible?
[gasping]
Goat!
Hey, Goat?!
Goat!
Goat...
where is he?
Hey, Goat!
Where did he go?
-VOICE: Hello, welcome.
-Oh, hi.
You are welcome
to my humble library,
-little girl.
-Thank you,
Mister... Owl?
Li-- Libarian?
[gasping]
I'm looking for the way
out of this city-- this story.
It'll most likely
look like a door.
You think you can help me?
What good would
so many books be,
if they can't give
any answers?
That's great!
Oh, and I would also like
to find my friend,
he-- he got lost.
-He was here with--
-Follow me, little girl!
Come this way.
-Come!
-[sighing]
Dalia, are you there?
This is strange.
[rattling]
Look like
I only have one path.
What's happening here?
[rattling]
It's uncanny.
The creator did not write
the entire library.
Who could have
brought me here?
[dramatic music]
Are you the ones
who brought me here?
Are you all out of your minds?!
Hey, still a long way?
[upbeat music]
Wow.
This looks nice!
How would you take
these books to class?
They should have wheels
or something like that, right?
[soft chuckle]
Mm-hmm...
-[clearing throat]
-Huh?
It would be better
if you consulted the index.
That way,
the search would be faster
than doing it
page by page.
Oh, yes, I know.
Mm...
[humming]
"Door to the real world"--
[gasping]
Incredible!
Here it is.
Page 5,754.
You just have to ask
the right question
to the proper book,
and it will always
give you the answer.
-[chuckling]
-Who is Sobreg?
What?
No, no-no-no-no.
Forget it, little girl.
The door is
inside the rotating tower,
right behind the throne
of the mighty Sobreg.
This is a lost cause.
Is there any other little thingy
I can give you a hand with?
Who is Sobreg?
Is there any book about him?
Sobreg is evil.
He is hate,
the purest shame.
The traitor.
It was Sobreg who...
It was Sobreg who...
who what?
-Uh, never mind.
-[sighing] All right.
I thought that
it was in the library
where you could find
all the answers.
Well, looks like I was wrong.
I'll have to look for somewhere
with service around here.
You can definitely find
all the answers on the internet.
It was Sobreg
who tried to steal this story
from the creator,
and he ruined everything.
He's to blame for the fact
that the book was
never finished.
To the creator?
My father?
[triumphant fanfare]
[gasping]
Hi, Goat!
Here you are.
I've just found
the path we have to walk.
You may not like it
very much, though.
As long as
it doesn't go that way.
[grunting]
The books in this library
are acting
in a very strange way.
[whimpering]
Thank you for everything.
And I'm sorry
for all the mess.
Listen-- please,
don't tell anyone I exist.
Nobody.
This library and I,
we are forgotten characters.
I'd really like
to keep it that way.
Okay, yeah.
-Goodbye.
-[whimpering]
Oh, oh...
Oh!
-Where were you, Goat?
-The books have shown me
that the library was unfinished.
I don't understand.
The books have shown you?
Nah, it doesn't
matter right now.
I have some more
important news for you.
I know where to find
the door to get back home.
Really? The revolving tower?
I don't think
we can get into it.
Nobody can since it appeared.
This is the story.
It's an adventure,
full of dangers.
Now we have to get to
the Tower of the Thousand Doors
and to "Sore-burger"--
"Es-berg"-- agh.
Whatever he's called.
WOLF: I cannot
take you to Sobreg,
but I can tell you
where the Tower
of the One Thousand Doors is.
The book is already lost.
Is it worth fighting?
I do not think so.
-[evil chuckling]
-Hmm?
We could be good friends.
We could even work together.
I'll be your inspiration,
your favorite character,
your secret hero.
Just like I was for the creator.
Favorite character?
I don't understand
what you're saying.
You will understand.
Hey, Wolf,
what time is it?
Time?
[gasping]
Mm.
Ugh! Capture them, right now!
[hissing]
Who are they?
[evil laughter]
Oh! The sun!
[laughing, gasping
Oh! No!
Oh, no! My sister!
The sun! No!
[growling]
You will write
what I want you to write,
even if I have to--
-Dalia.
-[gasping]
We've got to leave now.
Hm.
And leave her like this?
Wouldn't you rather...
Everyone in the story
is important.
Even the fiercest ones.
This poor character.
She just served to show
the sun's power in this world.
And that power doesn't
last too long.
But the sun has just risen.
Yes, and it's already past noon.
Is that the sun?
It looks like
a big, big clock.
How long will it take
to complete the cycle?
Enough for us.
I'm going to jump.
Here we go once again.
-Aah!
-[train whistle blowing]
That's an interesting mechanism.
That's right.
Everything's a mechanism
like the gears of a clock.
Everything has to fit
and work for the story.
This story happens at night.
Nothing important will
ever happen during the day.
The day is just a bridge
between the nights.
That's why no characters should
do anything during the day.
They can only stay still.
Stay still as rocks,
I would say,
until the very next night.
We're very lucky to not
be characters in this story.
It feels like having
a super power.
Super power?
How can you be a character
and know nothing
about super powers?
I just know that my only skill
is to jump and climb.
And I'll use it to check
no one's following us.
What? No!
Goat, wait for me!
He's a goat.
He jumps everywhere
and never,
ever falls down.
[sighing]
I could have asked
to make him
more communicative.
When Mom gifted me
Dad's clock,
could she know
what she was really giving me?
Hey, how did you get here?
[gasps]
Dad's letter.
How could I ever forget you?
[sighing] I just hope
I'm ready to read this letter.
Hm? What?
It has nothing!
Why did you leave me a letter
if you didn't even
write anything in it?
Why did you vanish?
Why did you have to die?
[sobbing]
Why did you leave me?
[soft, echoing ticking]
...force you!
[groaning]
Go find them!
You know
what you have to do.
That damn ruminant...
[sniffing]
Ugh!
What a stinky
and useless place.
[whimpering, gasping]
[ominous music]
[growling, cackling]
You... you're a murderer.
You're mine now.
[growling]
Why are you helping her?
Free me,
and I'll let you know.
[laughing]
Aah! It's okay.
Right. All right.
She promised us that
we would be
important characters.
Important characters?
Ugh, we don't want
to be in a story
in which no reader will
remember us.
Readers, you say?
It's much too soon
to think about readers.
Firstly, someone has
to finish writing this story.
Perhaps Dalia could write it.
[laughing]
Oh, that little girl?
[laughing]
That little girl
can't write anything.
She can't even
understand the book.
Wolf assured us that,
when the end is written,
neither she nor you
will be in its pages.
And who will write that ending?
You really think
Wolf will spend ink
writing about you guys?
[dramatic music]
Sobreg will never let me out.
I'm just gonna disappear here.
I don't think
that depends on Sobreg.
[sighing]
I know.
It depends on me.
I have to write
the ending of this story,
and blah, blah, blah,
blah, and blah.
But I am in no way a writer.
I'm more interested
in other things.
I understand.
I'll never be capable
of writing like my dad,
with his great words.
I know everybody
expects that from me,
but I just can't.
If you are incapable of writing
this story like your dad would,
why don't you do it
like Dalia?
Perhaps this is the moment
to stop seeking
for the great words from others
and value your own simple words.
[gentle music]
[train whistle blowing]
What are your eyes like, Goat?
You're always wearing
those glasses.
You tell me.
You created me.
Well, um, I really hope
I don't disappoint you,
but I didn't create you.
Not completely, at least.
You really exist--
that's awesome!
Or, at least, you existed.
DAD: After passing the stairs,
you'll find your room, Dalia.
It's the highest tower
in the castle.
And the most beautiful.
[gentle music]
[anxious groan]
Hmm?
[gasping]
Oh, poor little goat.
[gasping]
[laughing]
Oh, so many colors!
[laughing]
It's no surprise to me.
Everything here reminds
of something or somebody.
Stories are
always reflections
of the creator.
Just like their characters are.
Hm. Let's finish
this story together.
I don't know how,
but let's get
to the end together.
-Hmm.
-[laughing]
From now on, Goat,
everything will be all right.
[loud thudding]
[Dalia gasping]
[cackling]
Goat!
Help me, Goat!
Hold on!
[both snarling]
No! No! No!
Don't you do it!
No! No!
Aah!
No!
[both cackling]
[Dalia screaming]
We will soon get
to the beginning of this story.
I think you mean
we'll soon get to our ending.
No, the ending is up there.
How much further are
we going to fall?
Is there any end for this?
[yawning]
Dalia, wake up.
We're about to get there.
[gasping]
I really would have liked
to be a writer!
Aah!
Aah!
[muffled screams]
Hmm...
[triumphant fanfare]
[chuckling]
Hi there, Goat.
Thank you.
Hey, Goat,
what about these creatures?
At the beginning,
there are always ideas.
Some are huge,
others are smaller.
The columns support the city,
but where are
those columns supported?
Only the creator knows about it.
There's no other able
to dive so deep.
We need to keep on
going upstairs.
Everything here is so empty.
It looks like a desert--
what's that?
FOR SALE
"For sale"?
What's for sale?
[gasping]
It can't be real!
I remember this house.
We saw it
during the last holidays
we spent together.
The most beautiful
little house in the world.
This place was
very important for Dad.
It's so strange
finding it here.
My dad would have placed it
in a more important spot,
maybe towards the end.
This little house
inspired him.
Why would he leave it here,
abandoned like this?
I don't think
it is abandoned.
[chuckle]
That's right.
In fact, it's hidden,
protected
so that no one can change
the true essence
of everything.
The reason for the story,
and the heart.
[chuckling]
It's the seed.
Here's where everything begins.
When I re-write everything,
I'm not going
to leave this part.
It's depressing.
Everything will be
more striking,
with more color, and full
of interesting little details.
I have a lot of good ideas.
[sighing] Honestly,
I don't know who I'm fooling.
Right here,
all ideas seem perfect,
the greatest, most unique,
but then, when I try
to write them...
they leave,
they slip away,
-just like...
-Like shapeless creatures
swimming at the bottom
of the lake.
From ideas to words,
there's a huge distance.
When I imagine it,
it's so clear,
so simple,
so-- so great,
but when I try to write it,
it's all so complicated,
with no sense at all.
So frustrating.
As frustrating as that.
It's impossible.
We'll never make it on time.
I'll just disappear
in this city.
I thought that moving forward
was important for a story.
Why move forward
if I can't get there on time?
I understand.
You only play
when you're certain
you will win.
-That isn't so.
-Then what is it, Dalia?
It's just impossible.
It will be impossible
until someone
proves otherwise.
Hm. This is
a very bad story.
Perhaps it needs
a plot twist.
Something you could create.
Create?
Are you talking about writing?
Writing this story
and changing it?
No-no-no-no, I could never
do something like that.
No, besides,
I have nowhere to write.
Oh, that's right.
I thought my dad had
sent me a letter
without writing
anything in it.
But, in fact, I think
that he left this blank sheet
for me to write it.
I knew it was important.
What will happen
if I write in this blank sheet?
There's only one way
to find out.
Mm-hmm.
I don't know what to write.
I can't think of anything.
Besides, using this,
there's no undo command.
Undo command?
Yeah, on the computer,
if I don't like
what I've just typed,
I use the undo command.
I can erase everything
and start all over.
As many times as I want.
But with this,
I can only write
what I want to write
just once.
If I make a mistake,
it'll stay like that...
and forever.
And that's why I can't
just write anything random.
And what are you thinking?
Uh, now?
Right now...
[nervous chuckle]
...right now,
to tell the truth,
with all these problems,
just standing here,
about to disappear
and all that,
well, um, to be honest...
I'm thinking
I wanna eat pancakes.
I'm really hungry.
And what is a pancake?
You really don't know
what pancakes are?
They're the tastiest thing
in the world.
Mom always fixed me some
for my birthdays.
Well, so then...
You want me
to write about pancakes?
[gasping]
Those are
Mom's pancakes!
Over the plate
I described!
That's a magical paper.
I can't believe it!
They're really tasty, right?
[retching]
Don't you like them?
They're as delicious
as possible.
Let's see.
[grunting, retching]
That tastes horrible!
I told you
I was a terrible writer.
What was it that didn't work?
[gasping]
I know what it could be.
[gentle music]
Goat, I tried something new.
It's not like the undo command,
but I think it might be okay.
GOAT: Mm...
Yeah!
I'm a great, great writer
With a magical,
magical paper
The flavor has
completely changed.
I'm a genius.
Hey, Goat, leave me one!
Before, I had only
described their appearance.
And now, I described
the essence of it.
The feeling I have
when I eat them.
Happiness in little rolls.
That's true.
They give happiness.
[tense music]
It is done.
We want what you promised us.
I'll keep my end
of the deal,
when the moment arrives.
Don't forget, you still have
a task to complete.
[sniffing]
I've never
sniffed this before.
It's strange.
It feels like
something brand-new.
Just a moment ago,
I sniffed something new.
And now I see moving
something that was dead.
[laughing]
[ominous music]
[rattling, booming]
It you don't stop
breaking the book,
the whole city will collapse.
This book is useless,
There's no room
to write in it!
I can't even read it!
If I can't create
anything new in it,
I'll use it
to destroy everything!
You, the one who put
this whole story to work,
do you give up so easily?
I'm so sorry, Wolf.
I was sure that,
if we got the red book,
the whole story would be
under my... our power.
But I cannot write an ending
anymore than
open the door of creation.
Everything was useless.
WOLF: Oh, poor librarian,
he wanted to play the creator.
As you see,
a fall is not
a problem for me.
When did you figure it out?
I didn't need to figure it out.
I just smelled it.
[cackling]
All that library stinks of you.
-It gives you away.
-Huh?
But looking for you there
would have been useless.
I knew you would come here
at the right time.
I just wanted
the best for us all.
Give us the prominence
we deserve, Wolf.
I wanted to get to Sobreg,
opening the door of creation.
And like
any other frustrated creator,
since you're not
capable of creating,
you just focus on destroying.
If we work together
we're still able
to achieve it.
Did you smell the air?
Something new has shown up.
You did sniff it, right?
And you know
that there's only way
of creating
something new.
I knew that she had
the power of creation.
Tell me your plan.
She will come to us.
I already took care of that
at the library.
And now we just have
to hurry her up a little.
I only have to choose
the right pages.
DALIA: It'd have to be
something very fast,
like a rocket-- nah.
A rocket wouldn't be
very logical.
It has to be something
that fits in this story.
Something like... oh!
That's it! An elevator!
An old-fashioned elevator,
but this one goes up
at high speed!
It uses ultrasonic speed!
P-shew!
Ha-ha! Yes!
Oh, such a great idea!
-[rumbling]
-Oh!
-What's happening?
-[rumbling]
The city is falling apart.
The book is
being destroyed!
[Dalia whimpering]
No...
Oh, no!
I lost the magic paper.
Goat, I dropped it
when you jumped.
[gasping]
There it is.
What good luck.
My paper!
Hm.
Huh? Wow.
-Hey--
-Hold on there, Dalia.
[gasping]
Aw.
[chuckling]
-Hi, there.
-[snarling]
[soft growling]
Thank you.
[majestic fanfare]
Oh...
What about that character?
It still doesn't have
a purpose in this story.
The creator still didn't
give it a proper shape.
It is undefined.
I think it already has
a personality
and a purpose,
or it will have it
when I wr...
When you...
Doesn't matter.
We'll have to change
our plans, Goat.
A great piece of the city
no longer exists.
I thought
a super-elevator would work.
But I'd have to modify
the whole
city structure for that.
Especially now.
A bridge would be
the most logical.
But it would be very slow.
What could I write
that would work?
[gasping]
I have an idea.
And it seems
it's one of the good ones.
Uh-huh.
[chuckling]
[gentle music]
[triumphant fanfare]
[whirring]
A flying machine, really?
Aren't those actually
aviator glasses, Goat?
Without risks,
there's no adventure. Hah!
Uh-huh.
There's no interior
in this machine.
No, no, no!
We're going to crash!
So it seems.
I am a terrible writer.
I can never do
something right,
I always leave
everything unfinished.
I have thousands
of unfinished ideas.
In this case,
I think that
finishing this text
as soon as possible
is the most important.
I just made the same mistake
as with the pancakes.
That's it, I fixed it!
Didn't it work?
Why didn't it work?
Everything seems to be here,
but I can't fully understand
how this vehicle works.
Excuse me.
Like this, like a joystick.
A what?
Forward, back, up, down,
and to the sides.
That's all.
Now you--
aah!
No! The paper!
The paper!
[dramatic music]
[train whistle blaring]
Please stop this thing!
[dramatic music ends]
Wow.
This machine looks
very similar
to the bus I take every day
to go to school.
Sobreg has destroyed
big portions of the city.
This story will never be
the same again.
How can Sobreg have
so much power?
On many occasions,
the writer has no idea
of the power that
a certain character has.
The writer believes
he dominates the character,
but in reality,
it's the character
who dominates the writer.
And, little by little,
it can make the story change.
Characters like you.
Me?
You created yourself, Goat.
I don't remember that,
when I was five years old,
I created
such a dark, quiet,
and very moody character.
Very moody?
I'm not saying
that you're a bad character.
In fact, I think
you're a really cool one.
And I'm not saying this
because I invented you.
It's just that...
you don't seem to have
a sense of humor.
You're not exactly
very funny, understand?
For example,
if you'd be a little funnier,
the readers would
like you more.
I'm just saying.
Dalia, I really hope
you never try
to make me look
like I'm a funny character,
or anything like that,
just so that
the readers will like me.
I'd prefer to be me.
And if they don't
like me for who I am,
well, then,
let them stop reading.
Hey, Goat, I'd never
change anything about you.
You're not only
my character,
you're my friend.
[whirring]
The door of creation.
One among a thousand.
And that's
how the ending begins.
GOAT: There is the Tower
of the Thousand Doors.
The thing about
the thousand doors
wasn't just a saying.
It really does have
a thousand doors.
Or more.
Isn't that one of the...
[shrieking]
[both cackling]
If we keep on turning,
we're going to crash.
I'm going to stop them.
-You drive, Dalia.
-Huh?
It's easy,
just like a joystick.
Was that
an attempt at a joke?
Goat, please don't! Don't!
[grunting]
Finally, we have
the ruminant.
Let's take him to the top.
-[cackling]
-Dalia.
[dramatic music]
I don't think I'll be able
to land this thing.
I have to...
I got to get out of here.
With no risks...
there's no adventure.
[whimpering]
WOLF: Oh, welcome!
[laughing]
After so much
walking and flying,
you're in the same situation
as when you arrived here.
Isn't that ironic?
[dull clanging]
-Open up!
-[laughing]
Aah!
Let's avenge our sister.
Don't let him escape this time!
You know, I thought
goats never fell.
[cackling]
We don't really need to fight.
You just have to open
the door of creation for me.
I know you're afraid of me,
but everything
will finish soon!
You won't decide
when this story finishes!
And besides,
I'm no longer afraid of you.
You just make me
very angry!
-Aah!
-[clinking]
Huh?! Yeah!
[soft chuckling]
And now,
you just have to create.
I won't do it.
Create.
It's okay, Lady-Wolf,
sure, I'll write.
But I beg you, please,
don't you hurt me, Lady-Wolf.
[laughing]
We have a writer.
Writing just here.
That's amazing.
[laughing]
Exactly,
and you know what?
I cheated.
I'm way smarter than you.
What did you write?
Just wait for it.
You'll see soon.
You'll see soon...
[sighing] Once again,
it didn't work,
Let's see.
Let me read it.
Hmm...
[laughing]
...this thing you wrote,
my sword starts
breaking, I--
This can't be real!
How is it possible?
-[growling]
-[chuckling]
Do I keep on writing?
Yes, you will
keep on writing.
It's the Librarian.
What are you doing here?
You will write
what I order you to.
[gasping]
My clock!
You... You lied to me.
You told me that the way out was
located behind Sobreg's throne.
That's not a lie.
You don't have much time
to get there.
You just have to open
the door of creation for us.
So now, dear writer,
start writing.
It doesn't work like that.
You guys can't force me.
I'll only write
when I want to
or when I feel
I have something to say.
-Hmm.
-And this...
this is not
one of those moments.
You can't go down
without wings.
All right then,
I'll borrow yours!
[suspenseful music]
No! No!
Let me go!
Oh, Sister,
please help me!
[both screaming]
Heh.
[growling]
It's mine.
[laughing]
All right.
Now we're all here,
and you two are
in a very disadvantaged
situation.
Typical moment
before the ending.
Everything seems to be
against the heroes
-but then...
-Heroes?
[laughing]
Clearly, you still haven't
understood anything.
You are not the heroine
in this story.
[Wolf laughing]
If you take one more step,
I'll tear this page.
Maybe this one includes you.
-No, Goat!
-And you know
what will happen
if the page is ripped.
And what if you are
on that page?
What will happen then, Owl?
No, please, Goat!
I am still here, Dalia.
My sister! No!
[sobbing]
Now you will write
and open the door of creation.
Or I'll tear more pages out.
-Okay, I'll write.
-You don't have to do it.
We can fight them.
Forget it, Goat.
Fighting is useless.
We've gotta get
into the tower.
Entering it is
the only way to get out.
That's right.
Let's all go meet
the powerful Sobreg.
[sobbing]
I think I could...
Hmm... hm...
is Sobreg really
that powerful?
That's what the Librarian
told me about him.
But now that I think of it,
I don't know if...
[heavy grinding]
Finally, the door of creation!
There is no single path
to creation.
Here we go.
[loud whirring]
We've passed through
the door of creation.
We did, Goat.
[laughing]
[laughing]
Wow.
Where are the others?
This is Sobreg?
Just a statue?
[laughing]
Who created this
disappointing character?
-You?
-No.
It wasn't me.
I never could do it.
I thought
I was missing a power.
A power that I would get
just killing the human
that inspired my character.
But it didn't work out.
I was never able to create.
Everything I promised you
was a big lie,
including Sobreg.
I knew you were
a big liar, Owl,
but so then,
how is it possible
that Sobreg does exist?
Because she created it.
With a few simple lines
written on paper,
she achieved
what I never could.
[sighing]
So you created
all these woods?
I think I did, but, um,
I still don't quite
understand it.
All I did was write
on the magic paper
so that the door of creation
would open.
I've been here.
The books brought me here
when we were
back at the library,
but then, there was
only darkness here.
The books always
knew about it.
Everything is connected, Goat!
I want to make a deal
with the writer girl.
-Hm.
-Hm?
A disappointing ending.
[sighing]
The great
and almighty Sobreg
is just
a very boring statue.
I've got nobody
to fight with.
And no epic battle.
If she disappears,
no one will finish this story,
and we will all disappear, too!
[laughing] Suddenly
she's our only salvation.
Hm?
[laughing]
Here they are!
Right on time
to write my ending.
You might not be
a fan of the ending
I have in mind, Wolf.
I'm sure I will.
I'm sure I'm included in it.
Sobreg is alive!
Just stay here
with your monster.
She's who created the monster!
I did what?
You told me
Sobreg was living
in the tower!
That he was pure evil,
a wicked character,
and very powerful.
You lied to me, Librarian.
The same way
you lied to my father.
[thudding cracks]
I think I shouldn't
include him in my text.
[halting snorts]
Hmm.
[growling]
Release me!
Let me go back to my library.
Hm?
-[heavy thudding]
-There's the door!
Go to the door
and get back to your world.
I'll keep him busy, Dalia.
Don't, Goat.
He's much too powerful.
Yes? Is he your most
powerful character?
No, of course he's not.
Perfect.
You-- you've got
something I want.
[groaning]
I told you
he was very powerful.
Well, I had
to give it a try.
I think you were
looking for this.
But why?
Why are you giving me
my father's book now
when you tried to keep me
away from it all this time?
Because this is
not your story.
But you had to travel
down your own path.
Besides, if you walk through
that door, you'll be saved.
But I bet you can
still write something.
Something ingenious
that saves us all.
[laughing]
That tactic won't
work on me, Wolf.
My mother has used it
a thousand times,
but I-- you!
You're...
all these characters
are referring
to something or someone.
-[growling]
-But what can I write
to save everybody?
You just have
to write your ideas,
-your words.
-Hm.
Can you please do it?
In our case, we need
both of our hands to fight.
You just need
one hand to write.
DALIA: "Sword."
Thank you.
[growling]
[dramatic music]
[roaring]
Dalia, you've got this.
[clattering, plinking]
-Be careful!
-Ha-hah!
[gasps]
Uh... it's not fair!
Can't I write
more than half a line?
With one line left,
it was already difficult enough.
Huh?
We believe in you,
young creator.
Wow.
You will never make it.
Hey!
The owl is escaping!
Whoa-- oh!
[roaring]
Oh, no, not again.
I can't believe it!
Why do you do this to me?
[dramatic music]
[laughing]
My library!
I'll be safe here.
[electricity crackling]
[screaming]
A formidable opponent.
I can't write the ending!
I lost the magic paper!
What?
Aah!
[screaming, groaning]
[snarling]
A battle isn't won
with strength alone.
Hey, Goat,
I've lost the magic paper.
Do you really think
that's a magic paper, Dalia?
That's just a paper.
You are the creator,
not the paper.
You are the writer,
all you have to do is write.
And I see a lot of space
to write here.
Mm-hm.
Well, finally a worthy fight.
[snorting]
[cackling]
[soft music]
[slowed roaring]
[laughing]
[battle-cry]
It's not working.
Why isn't it working?
The paper really was magical,
or...
[gasping]
...somebody has to read it
so it can work.
Hm...
[gasping]
...that's interesting.
[distant roars]
[gentle music]
[distant roaring]
Ahh, this always
happens to me.
I've lost it again.
Daddy.
[sighing]
Where is it?
[soft chuckle]
[distant roaring]
THE CREATOR
[evil chuckling]
[sighing]
Where did I leave it?
Hey, Dad.
I think this is yours.
My clock!
Oh, I thought
I'd already lost it.
Oh, Dad, you have
to write the ending.
Time is running out.
-Dalia!
-Daddy!
My brave little girl.
I knew very well
you could walk the whole path.
-[thudding]
-[weapons clanging]
[panting]
Looks like it's invincible.
Ah! She's my favorite character!
Creator.
Huh?
[roaring]
[roaring]
This other character,
it isn't mine.
Oh, uh... hm?
It's time for you
to go back home.
No!
I don't wanna leave
without you.
I'm sorry Dalia,
sorry for all of those words
I wrote but was never able
to say out loud.
But now it's time for you
to go back home, sweetheart.
Can't we go back home together?
[sniffling]
[laughing]
I'm already home, honey.
Now I live right here,
in my worlds.
Every door I open,
it takes me to a new story.
What else could a writer
even ask for, right?
Mm-hm.
Hey, Goat,
please take Dalia home.
Don't forget our deal.
My sisters and I,
we really trust you.
It wasn't that bad,
don't you think?
Never doubt
that I love you, Dalia.
And I love you too, Daddy.
Take care of it.
Now this is yours, sweetheart.
[Goat grunting softly]
Thank you, Goat.
She will be okay.
-I know.
-[roaring]
[roaring more loudly]
And now it's time
to end this story.
Whatever you say, Creator.
[laughter]
[birds chirping]
[grunting]
Where are we now?
[gentle music]
It looks like...
the little house in the country.
So this is your world.
Yep, the real world.
It looks as real as my world.
But this I would like to see
without a filter.
[chuckling]
Yes, I knew it.
Your eyes are
just like my father's.
The real world.
It's much too bright for me.
[laughing]
[gasps]
You don't have a clock.
You can't be here!
Don't you disappear, Goat.
-Please, don't go!
-I will never disappear
if you do not forget me.
How could I ever forget you?
You're a part of me.
You're my character,
you're my friend.
You write
and I will live.
All of us will live.
Will you do it?
Yeah, I promise you that.
[stifling sobs]
Dalia!
[gasps]
Is that Mom?
I can't believe
that you're here.
Oh, Mom!
Who was there with you?
When I arrived,
I thought I saw someone.
No.
Are you sure you don't want
to look how it is inside?
-Mm-hmm.
-I'm not surprised.
You are
just like your father.
Hm, I know.
[gasping] How come
you haven't disappeared?
Your father didn't stop
until he bought this house.
But he didn't get to see it.
I never came here either,
but I never dared
to sell it.
It was very special for him.
There was a key
for each one of us,
And the other day,
when these people broke in...
into our home.
The one with the wolf mask
gave the second key to me.
That was your father's key.
And told me
to come here to pick you up.
And that's why I'm here.
Everything's very strange here.
But what matters is
that you're fine.
DALIA [thinking]:
Everything started in
the nicest little house
in the world...
It was a lady-wolf,
not a man.
[laughter]
FIVE YEARS LATER
THE RED BOOK
What's wrong, Dalia?
I thought
that writing the book
would make
the characters come back.
I thought
they would be alive again,
but I don't feel
like that's happening.
I did feel it
while I was writing.
But now...
Just give it some time.
Each thing in its time.
But right now, we both
have to start going home
to prepare the pancakes
before all of our guests arrive.
Guests, Mom?
All right,
I had to give it a try.
Will you never invite
your friends for your birthday?
Oh, well, perhaps
my boyfriend will show up today.
-Who?!
-[Dalia laughing]
[gentle music]
[thunder crashing]
[birds chirping]
[phone beeping]
MAN: Yesterday I read
another chapter that I liked.
The goat has
a strange weapon.
He sticks a cane like this
against the floor
and transforms it
into a hammer,
as if he were a shepherd
and a goat at the same time.
Have you read it or not?
WOMAN: No, I didn't
get to that part.
I like Wolf.
It's like she has class.
She's like a samurai
with two swords.
The power of the reader...
WOMAN: For me, she's
the best character in the book.
I don't know what Goat...
[voice fading]
[stirring music]
Were you waiting for me?
Yeah, and this belongs to you.
Thank you.
Don't let them
take over this story!
[cackling]
[music swelling]
[fanfare]
THE END
[book thudding closed]
[upbeat music]
[tense music]
[suspenseful music]
[upbeat music]
[ominous music]
[gentle music]
[majestic music]
[gentle music]
[ominous music]
[suspenseful music]
[eerie music]
[gentle music]
[suspenseful music]
[eerie music]
[suspenseful music]
[gentle music]
[ominous music]
[suspenseful music]
[soft chuckle]
-Huh?
-[lock clicking]
Hm.
[gasping]
[triumphant music]
[projector whirring]
[ethereal tones]
[overlapping clicks, ringing]
[light piano melody]
DALIA AND THE RED BOOK
[birds chirping]
[gentle music]
[humming]
[groaning]
Mom, can I?
Yes, Dalia.
Go to your father.
Otherwise, he'll probably
be standing there
-the whole day.
-Thank you.
[sighing]
They're for one another.
[panting]
Oh! Hmm?
Hmm.
Oh, hello, sweetheart.
[laughing]
Looks like
we're running out of time.
Has the big bad wolf
sent you to devour me?
[both laughing]
Come here,
look at that little house.
Isn't it the most beautiful
house in the world?
I'm sure it grew
out of these very hills.
Something like this can't
just be built.
This must be true magic.
What does the seed of a house
look like, Dad?
Dalia, I can assure you,
that it is
a wonderful seed.
Something worth seeing.
It has a color
you've never seen yet.
About the size
of a small acorn,
but weighs more
than a well-fed elephant.
Yes, almost as much
as my sweetie-pie.
[both laughing]
Dalia, the seat belt.
Dad could write a tale
about that little house.
With all the time
your dad has spent
just staring
at that little house,
he should be
writing a saga of...
no less than
seven volumes, my love.
Your mother's
absolutely right, Dalia.
That little house is
a lot of inspiration
for a simple story.
I think
I'll have to write
a whole long book
about it.
I'll have to talk to my editor
about it tomorrow morning.
FOR SALE
[gentle music]
[sighing]
Your editor is still surprised.
After all these years
editing your stories,
will I finally edit
your first novel?
Hm, well, "novel,"
it's a term
I don't like very much.
I'd rather say the "book."
It sounds more
like a hard cover.
Humidity and yellowed leaves.
I really want
to write a book,
not just a novel.
And I'm gonna hand-write it,
I'll use a pen and ink,
like in the good old days.
It'll be a real blast.
Don't you wanna
make it harder?
-[laughter]
-[car horns honking]
[laughter]
If it takes you three years
to complete
a two-page tale,
how long will it take you
to write a 500-page book?
Well, don't you worry,
my editor lady.
It'll be fast,
I can tell you that.
I'll start with it tomorrow.
And before the year's end,
you will be sitting
next to the chimney's fire,
reading the...
800 pages of my book.
Are you serious?
That's a nice idea.
But you know better
than me that we don't
have a chimney at home.
[laughing]
Well...
I'll put Dalia to bed.
[soft chuckling]
They're for one another.
Looks like lighting that fire
will take some time.
SEVEN YEARS LATER
Mom, I'm here.
Mom?
Hey, Mom?
Hmm. She still hasn't
returned from work?
But I'm sure
she left those prepared.
Oh, where are they?
Hmm...
HAPPY 12TH BIRTHDAY, DALIA
DON'T TOUCH
...happiness
in little rolls.
Mm. Thank you, Mom.
What's that?
Hey, Mom, are you here?
Mom?
Dad's writing studio.
[gentle music]
Whoa.
[gasping]
Hi, Dad!
Oh!
[gasping]
Daddy!
You're a very brave
little girl, Dalia.
For a second,
I thought
you wouldn't
dare to walk this path.
Dad, you promised me
a very special gift.
[laughing]
I see now.
If a treasure is
promised to you,
you could cross any labyrinth,
am I right?
No matter how many Minotaurs
you could find along your path.
Daddy, you promised that to me.
Today's my birthday.
I know, Dalia,
we're in February.
Time goes by so fast.
and we still don't
have a chimney.
What about my gift?
So brave, yes,
but so impatient.
I'd never forget
your gift, sweetheart.
I've got it just right here.
Today I will give you something
that you will never lose.
And although time passes,
it will never reach that gift.
Can you guess what it is?
Mm...
[gasps]
Is it a friend?
Almost, but really,
I was referring
to a character.
A character
that will live in my book.
One that you can invent.
[gasps]
It can be however I want it?
That's right,
how would you like it to--
I want it to be a goat.
[chuckling]
A goat, you say?
Sure, why not?
And what's the name
of your goat, Dalia?
It's obvious, Dad-- Goat.
He's my friend.
He jumps everywhere
and never,
ever falls down,
because he was born
in the mountains.
[sighing]
Hm?
Why didn't Mom ever
let me enter this room?
Dad always let me.
Hm.
I used to think you were bigger.
[coughing]
[gasping]
It's Dad's book!
[electric sizzle]
Ow, what was that?
Yes, finally!
[gears clicking, thudding]
The story is
beginning to work!
The door is opening once again!
This time,
I'm going to make it.
[cackling]
Oh!
You will never
understand it.
We will never
move forward in this story.
Are you all right, Sister?
Ahh, it seems we're not
the only characters
who got bored.
Is that the door opening
once again?
That's very interesting.
[sighing]
-Dalia!
-[gasping]
Mom's here.
This was here.
Dalia?
Hm.
Oh, Dalia, Dalia.
Good thing I hid this.
If not, she would've
eaten it, too.
Uh...
Hm.
[sighing]
There we go.
Dalia?
[soft chuckle]
Dalia?
Are you in your room?
Yes, Mom,
I'm tidying it up.
[groaning]
Tidying it up?
That's something
I have to see with my own eyes.
Oh, no, no, no.
She can't see it.
She can't see it.
Act fast.
Come on, Dalia.
Think of something.
Think fast.
Where could you hide it?
-[Dalia typing]
-Hm.
Hello, Mom.
So, "tidying it up."
It sounded pretty strange.
I was tidying
some text at the--
oh, never mind.
How was your day today?
We already
talked about this, Mom.
Well, Happy Birthday!
I told you
I didn't want any gifts.
I know, Dalia.
That's pretty silly,
if you ask me.
You're already 12 years old.
You didn't allow me to make
a gathering with your friends.
So, I bought you
something insignificant.
It's nothing impressive,
you have my word.
That's better.
Having high expectations
could kill
even the smallest happiness
you may have.
I love it!
This is the first time
you surprised me
with something I really like.
Dalia, in fact,
I have another gift.
That clock belonged to Dad.
Oh, I'm sure
he'd like you to have it.
Your dad used to take it
-everywhere.
-Wow.
[printer clattering]
Is that the text
you were working on?
-Uh...
-Is it a new tale?
No, no, no, it's just...
it's not ready yet.
It will never be ready.
Well, you're
just like your dad.
I know you expect that from me.
But I'm in no way
as good a writer
as my dad was.
Dalia, I'm an editor.
My job is
to discover writers,
-and you're very good at it.
-Mom, I am not a writer.
I do enjoy writing,
but I am not a writer.
Do you know
that I also enjoy
doing a lot
of other things?
Oh yeah?
Hm, for example...
Other things,
like, for example...
[sighing]
...other things.
Dalia, the only thing I wish
is for you to be happy.
I don't mind what you choose
to do with your life.
I just wish
that whatever you pick
makes a happy person of you.
Since I imagine
we won't have many guests,
let's get ready to snack
on a lot of pancakes.
Happiness in mini-rolls.
[laughter]
Huh? Hm.
That's strange.
I thought I closed the door
when I came
to get the clock.
Oh, I think
I'm getting old and senile.
[gentle music]
"Everything started when"...
[groaning]
"How to know
where everything began?"
Oh...
How can it be that something's
so clear in my head,
and then I start writing,
and it disappears?
See you tomorrow, sweetheart.
I'll be working downstairs.
-[chuckling]
-Don't stay awake too long.
Good night, Mom.
See you tomorrow.
[sighing]
Finally.
Hah!
There's nothing better than
hiding something in plain sight.
Oh-- what's this?
[yawning]
I'm more tired every day.
I'm old, senile,
and a sleepy-head.
[straining]
Open up!
Where could I find the key?
Ahh.
Let's see...
I'm lucky.
I'm sure she already
went to sleep.
[soft chuckle]
I hope this coffee
helps me stay awake.
Let's see this one.
Ahh.
The book is locked,
the door is locked.
But my mind stays open.
Old books with lock.
Locks, keys,
locks, locks...
[gasping]
"Library director
displays old books."
Mm-hmm.
These look like Dad's books.
Wow, I've got it.
Open from 6 a.m. to 5 p.m.
If I leave early,
very early...
I could go to school
without Mom noticing.
You won't be able to hide
your secrets much longer,
little buddy.
We've gotta hurry up.
No one must see us.
This is the door,
open it,
and Sobreg will give you
a very important role
in the story.
Good, piece of cake.
It doesn't look too strong.
[straining, grunting]
If you keep forcing things,
you're going to ruin
the little good parts
this story still has.
-[laughing]
-You! What do you want?
I wanna help you.
You may have the key,
but you know
you can't enter
without... oh...
follow us.
[ominous strings]
[soft groaning]
[click]
-Oh...
-Our great Sobreg,
it did work!
And finally,
we are here.
It's unbelievable.
We're in another world.
Where could our book be?
It's gonna be a long search.
No, not very long.
We didn't bring much time.
[sighing]
[groaning]
The early bird...
[yawning]
...catches the torture.
[sighing]
[phone ringing]
[buzzing]
Hm... huh?
Is this the library?
Hi, there.
[nervous chuckle]
I'm looking for these books
with, um...
Do you know
where I could...
Oh...
Do I have to fill this out?
[nervous chuckle]
Hm.
Rack five.
[sighing]
It's easier on the internet.
What happened here?
What is all this?
-VOICE: Hello.
-Hm?
Hi, uh...
I'm sorry.
I scared you?
You didn't scare me.
You surprised me.
The same thing happened to me.
Two times!
At first, I was surprised
by this disorder.
And, secondly,
I was very surprised to learn
of an early-rising girl
who was so interested
in some old books.
Books that
I can't find anywhere.
Do I know you?
No, no, I don't think so.
This is the first time
I've come to a library.
I...
usually look
on the internet.
I understand,
your generation
would rather stare
at a shiny screen
than open a good book.
That's a real shame.
All right.
Thank you for everything.
Yes, I knew it!
I am such a fool.
You are Dalia,
the daughter of the great
Adolfo Kraplovet.
Your dad and I used to be
very good friends.
Adolfo always
came to visit me.
To him,
these were not covers,
these were doors.
Door that lead
to new universes,
To knowledge, poetry,
unforgettable stories.
I was a big fan
of your father.
Every now and then,
I had the privilege
of reading his stories
before anyone.
Stories that were
absolutely marvelous.
He was an absolute creator.
I wish I was capable
of writing like he did.
All right, thank you
very much for everything.
I have to leave now.
I'm gonna be late
for school and...
But I never got
to read his novel.
-Did he manage to finish it?
-Novel?
He never wanted to talk
about his novel.
It was something
very special.
"It is a story that is meant
to be read by candlelight"--
Haha!-- he said.
I imagine
it was a mystery novel.
Right? Do you think
one day your mother
-will publish it?
-I have no idea.
Goodbye.
Excuse me.
May I ask you
one last question?
The answer is no.
I am not a writer.
I'm interested
in other things.
Oh, yeah?
What things?
[sighing]
See you.
Oh... well,
today I'm going to have
to stay very late.
[straining]
[gasping]
Come on,
be a good little old book
and open up.
I don't want to force you
but if you don't do it,
I'm going to throw you
into the fire.
I promise you that.
[light crackling]
Oh, that's strange,
the emergency lights have
not been turned on.
I'll have to call
the electrician once again.
Oh, at least
one light still works.
This is your last chance, buddy.
If you don't open up,
I'm gonna...
[shrieking]
Hm? Huh?
Hmm.
That's funny--
uh-- aah!
How is it even possible
that you guys are here?
This is--
This is impossible.
You have
so little imagination,
you embarrass me.
Don't you know
that if the writer
doesn't find the way,
his characters will
do it for him?
I didn't want to do it,
but I really loved
his ideas so much,
I wanted them to be mine.
He'd never finish
the book on time.
I didn't want to spoil it.
That doesn't matter anymore.
Sobreg will finish
the story.
Sobreg?
Where is the book?
Well, I don't have it.
He suspected me
and never brought it again.
He was my friend,
and I betrayed him.
We know that the book's
not in this library.
Tell me where it is.
I have no idea.
I guess his wife has it.
Uh... uh...
his daughter was here today.
You got what you were
looking for, am I right?
Am I free to go now?
First, I need
something else from you.
No! No-no-no...
DALIA: What is this?
I don't understand anything.
This can't be read.
Hm?
It's a letter from Dad.
That's weird.
It's for me.
Hm.
This door, isn't that...
[light crackling]
[sighing]
Now what?
[groaning]
I don't need this.
Oh.
Got to find a place
to hide the book.
Hm? Huh!
[gentle music]
[gasps]
Huh?
Oh, that's true.
It's a story to be read
by candlelight.
Dad wasn't a writer
but a magician.
-[door opening]
-That's Mom.
I need to hide this now.
[footsteps]
Hm?
There, it must be that door.
-Hmm.
-Let's hurry up.
We don't have much time.
Huh?
Who owns this house?
And another locked door.
Use your key.
[chuckling]
It's not for this door.
Your plan begins
to have many flaws.
[chuckling]
I really doubt that Sobreg--
Who the hell are you?
What are you doing
in my house?
-Thieves!
-Mom!
You won't take anything
from this house!
Finally, we have a warrior.
No, no,
we don't have more time.
We need to leave now.
[growling]
Yes! That's it.
Get out of my house!
Ahh-- Dalia, are you okay?
Here I am, Mom.
I'm just fine.
No, Dalia!
[evil chuckling]
So, it's about you?
No, I don't think so.
-Could it be someone else?
-I doubt it.
Leave my child alone!
[Dalia screaming]
-Over here! Hurry up!
-Huh?
What are you doing?
[evil chuckling]
What would you be
willing to do
for your little girl?
Everything.
Whatever is needed.
How many doors does
this key open?
[evil chuckling]
[distant police siren wailing]
If you let me go now,
I won't report you.
I only saw the one
with the horrible wolf mask.
It's not a mask.
She's a wolf,
and she's not coming with us.
You think she'll make it?
She won't make it.
That's better.
No one will miss
that show-off.
[evil chuckling]
These poor
secondary characters,
always coming
in second place.
Are we at the library yet?
I want to go back!
Oh, come on, please--
I won't say a word!
-Release me now!
-Why are we taking her?
-I gotta go back home! Stop it!
-She's useless.
Let's leave her here.
Yeah, that sounds
like a very good idea.
It's the best
I've heard tonight.
She has to come with us.
I have very succulent
plans for her.
-Mmm!
-What?
Let me go now!
I have to go back home! Stop!
Where are you guys taking me?
-[grunting]
-I won't let you eat me!
Don't let her escape!
Come here!
Huh?
Mr. Librarian?
Is he dead?
Throw her to me,
come on, make it fast.
[Dalia screaming]
I'll only be a letter
in a sea of words.
We shouldn't have
brought her.
We almost disappeared in there.
-Let me go!
-And she'll have
the same destiny here.
The book was
the only important thing.
And we couldn't find it.
What's this all about?
Where are we?
The story is
beginning to work!
Now give me the book.
I can smell it.
I know you have it
right here.
I don't get it.
Why do you want my dad's book?
He didn't even finish it.
[evil chuckling]
That's exactly
the reason we want it.
We're the ones
that will finish it.
Because we need
to finish it.
Hurry up! She could
disappear at any moment.
If I give it to you,
will you let me
go back home?
Yes, of course, Dalia.
[cackling]
What if I drop it?
[growling]
If you don't do
what I want you to do,
I will drop this book.
If the book falls,
you will fall too.
Do you know how to fly?
VOICE: Why do you insist
on appearing fierce?
Two swords
for one little girl?
Finally, my antagonist
makes his appearance.
I've been waiting
for this moment a long time.
What is the meaning
of time for us,
if this moment will be
a thousand times the present?
A present where
you will be defeated.
I'm gonna change this
and all the presents we have.
I understand, that's
why you want the book for.
All right then, you only
leave me one alternative.
No!
-The book! The book!
-No! No-no!
No, my dad's book!
The book!
The book...
-[voice fading]
-[gasping]
Ruminant!
You've barely appeared,
and you're already
messing everything up.
I will erase you from
this story this very moment!
Oh! Why does everyone grab me
like I'm a sack of potatoes?
I would prefer
a braver opponent,
but you're just a coward
who prefers running
to fighting.
[distant rumbling]
We're going to die!
The next time you do that,
let me know.
[distant rumbling]
Wow.
[gasping]
That building just collapsed,
like the drawing of...
But, so then the book...
why did you knock it?
You let it fall.
We have to recover it.
If it even exists.
You didn't disappear.
Huh?
What do you bring
in that backpack?
This?
I'm pretty sure
it's important.
But that's not what
we're seeking for right now.
Hm.
Mm-hmm.
[soft ticking]
[gasping]
Are the minutes being erased?
Look at this.
We have very little time.
Little time for me to die
or something like that?
Little time
to complete the story.
Oh, so then I won't die?
You won't die.
When all the hours
of your clock disappear,
if you are still here,
you will disappear forever.
Oh... it's just that.
I'm lucky
I'm not going to die.
[rumbling]
Whoa.
I mean, what's that?
Come on, little phone.
[sighing]
I understand
it doesn't have service,
but it isn't fair
I can't even take a picture.
[gasping]
Hey, you think
I'll follow you around?
Hey, hey, wait for me.
[cackling]
Ladies and gentlemen,
the main characters'
introduction concludes.
Now, everything really begins.
[cackling]
[nervous laughter]
By any chance,
do you have any idea
of how I can get back home
before I disappear?
"Get back home"?
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
I need to understand something.
Are we in my dad's book?
-Right inside the book?
-Mm-hmm.
And you're Goat, right?
You're the character
that my dad gave me
when I was five years old.
How is this even possible?
How can you even exist?
You... You're real.
How can I even be here?
I'm pretty sure
that your presence
was essential
in this story.
Hah! Essential, you say? Me?
From what I've heard, you and me
shouldn't be in this place.
I doubt that
anything in this story
exists by mere chance
by mistake.
Oh... okay, if we're here,
there's a reason.
It seems that
we have no choice.
If this is the story,
we just have
to go through with it,
and in the end,
I'll be back home.
Well, I hope.
But, um, where should we go?
I thought that the creators
have all the answers.
But I see they don't stop
asking questions.
Hmm.
[ominous music]
[suspenseful music]
We can look at that tower
throughout our existence,
but only the creator has
the gift of opening
the door of creation.
Are you here to tell me
things I already know?
My sisters and I have
learned about
the most recent events
in this story.
And, consequently,
we want to make a deal with you,
dear Lady-Wolf.
Hmm.
If we're in a story,
or a tale,
moving forward is
what matters.
The story has to flow.
The worst
that can happen to it
is to stagnate or to get--
[gasping]
I recognize that place!
[chuckling]
It looks very similar
to the building that has
the door that brought me here.
I'm pretty sure that here,
there's also
some kind of door
that allows me
to get back home again.
This looks quite easy.
I was here yesterday.
Well, actually, I mean,
I was in the real one.
The authentic library.
The-- The real one.
This one is also real--
I didn't mean it isn't.
But the other one is
in the, um...
-the real world.
-Hm?
[sighing]
Let's go in.
Inside, it doesn't look
anything like the other library.
[dramatic music]
How can they reach the books
on the highest shelves?
Using ladders.
Some very,
very tall ladders.
Hmm, it's possible.
Where could the door be?
Hm, and this title?
"T." Only "T"?
"A flower grows so big
that it blocks the sun."
I don't get it.
This isn't a story.
-It's just an idea.
-Looks like it's unfinished.
It seems to be just a sketch,
an unfinished union of ideas.
Maybe both this story
and ourselves
finish the same way.
Are you saying all these books
here are unfinished?
And this one?
Why is there nothing in it?
How is this possible?
[gasping]
Goat!
Hey, Goat?!
Goat!
Goat...
where is he?
Hey, Goat!
Where did he go?
-VOICE: Hello, welcome.
-Oh, hi.
You are welcome
to my humble library,
-little girl.
-Thank you,
Mister... Owl?
Li-- Libarian?
[gasping]
I'm looking for the way
out of this city-- this story.
It'll most likely
look like a door.
You think you can help me?
What good would
so many books be,
if they can't give
any answers?
That's great!
Oh, and I would also like
to find my friend,
he-- he got lost.
-He was here with--
-Follow me, little girl!
Come this way.
-Come!
-[sighing]
Dalia, are you there?
This is strange.
[rattling]
Look like
I only have one path.
What's happening here?
[rattling]
It's uncanny.
The creator did not write
the entire library.
Who could have
brought me here?
[dramatic music]
Are you the ones
who brought me here?
Are you all out of your minds?!
Hey, still a long way?
[upbeat music]
Wow.
This looks nice!
How would you take
these books to class?
They should have wheels
or something like that, right?
[soft chuckle]
Mm-hmm...
-[clearing throat]
-Huh?
It would be better
if you consulted the index.
That way,
the search would be faster
than doing it
page by page.
Oh, yes, I know.
Mm...
[humming]
"Door to the real world"--
[gasping]
Incredible!
Here it is.
Page 5,754.
You just have to ask
the right question
to the proper book,
and it will always
give you the answer.
-[chuckling]
-Who is Sobreg?
What?
No, no-no-no-no.
Forget it, little girl.
The door is
inside the rotating tower,
right behind the throne
of the mighty Sobreg.
This is a lost cause.
Is there any other little thingy
I can give you a hand with?
Who is Sobreg?
Is there any book about him?
Sobreg is evil.
He is hate,
the purest shame.
The traitor.
It was Sobreg who...
It was Sobreg who...
who what?
-Uh, never mind.
-[sighing] All right.
I thought that
it was in the library
where you could find
all the answers.
Well, looks like I was wrong.
I'll have to look for somewhere
with service around here.
You can definitely find
all the answers on the internet.
It was Sobreg
who tried to steal this story
from the creator,
and he ruined everything.
He's to blame for the fact
that the book was
never finished.
To the creator?
My father?
[triumphant fanfare]
[gasping]
Hi, Goat!
Here you are.
I've just found
the path we have to walk.
You may not like it
very much, though.
As long as
it doesn't go that way.
[grunting]
The books in this library
are acting
in a very strange way.
[whimpering]
Thank you for everything.
And I'm sorry
for all the mess.
Listen-- please,
don't tell anyone I exist.
Nobody.
This library and I,
we are forgotten characters.
I'd really like
to keep it that way.
Okay, yeah.
-Goodbye.
-[whimpering]
Oh, oh...
Oh!
-Where were you, Goat?
-The books have shown me
that the library was unfinished.
I don't understand.
The books have shown you?
Nah, it doesn't
matter right now.
I have some more
important news for you.
I know where to find
the door to get back home.
Really? The revolving tower?
I don't think
we can get into it.
Nobody can since it appeared.
This is the story.
It's an adventure,
full of dangers.
Now we have to get to
the Tower of the Thousand Doors
and to "Sore-burger"--
"Es-berg"-- agh.
Whatever he's called.
WOLF: I cannot
take you to Sobreg,
but I can tell you
where the Tower
of the One Thousand Doors is.
The book is already lost.
Is it worth fighting?
I do not think so.
-[evil chuckling]
-Hmm?
We could be good friends.
We could even work together.
I'll be your inspiration,
your favorite character,
your secret hero.
Just like I was for the creator.
Favorite character?
I don't understand
what you're saying.
You will understand.
Hey, Wolf,
what time is it?
Time?
[gasping]
Mm.
Ugh! Capture them, right now!
[hissing]
Who are they?
[evil laughter]
Oh! The sun!
[laughing, gasping
Oh! No!
Oh, no! My sister!
The sun! No!
[growling]
You will write
what I want you to write,
even if I have to--
-Dalia.
-[gasping]
We've got to leave now.
Hm.
And leave her like this?
Wouldn't you rather...
Everyone in the story
is important.
Even the fiercest ones.
This poor character.
She just served to show
the sun's power in this world.
And that power doesn't
last too long.
But the sun has just risen.
Yes, and it's already past noon.
Is that the sun?
It looks like
a big, big clock.
How long will it take
to complete the cycle?
Enough for us.
I'm going to jump.
Here we go once again.
-Aah!
-[train whistle blowing]
That's an interesting mechanism.
That's right.
Everything's a mechanism
like the gears of a clock.
Everything has to fit
and work for the story.
This story happens at night.
Nothing important will
ever happen during the day.
The day is just a bridge
between the nights.
That's why no characters should
do anything during the day.
They can only stay still.
Stay still as rocks,
I would say,
until the very next night.
We're very lucky to not
be characters in this story.
It feels like having
a super power.
Super power?
How can you be a character
and know nothing
about super powers?
I just know that my only skill
is to jump and climb.
And I'll use it to check
no one's following us.
What? No!
Goat, wait for me!
He's a goat.
He jumps everywhere
and never,
ever falls down.
[sighing]
I could have asked
to make him
more communicative.
When Mom gifted me
Dad's clock,
could she know
what she was really giving me?
Hey, how did you get here?
[gasps]
Dad's letter.
How could I ever forget you?
[sighing] I just hope
I'm ready to read this letter.
Hm? What?
It has nothing!
Why did you leave me a letter
if you didn't even
write anything in it?
Why did you vanish?
Why did you have to die?
[sobbing]
Why did you leave me?
[soft, echoing ticking]
...force you!
[groaning]
Go find them!
You know
what you have to do.
That damn ruminant...
[sniffing]
Ugh!
What a stinky
and useless place.
[whimpering, gasping]
[ominous music]
[growling, cackling]
You... you're a murderer.
You're mine now.
[growling]
Why are you helping her?
Free me,
and I'll let you know.
[laughing]
Aah! It's okay.
Right. All right.
She promised us that
we would be
important characters.
Important characters?
Ugh, we don't want
to be in a story
in which no reader will
remember us.
Readers, you say?
It's much too soon
to think about readers.
Firstly, someone has
to finish writing this story.
Perhaps Dalia could write it.
[laughing]
Oh, that little girl?
[laughing]
That little girl
can't write anything.
She can't even
understand the book.
Wolf assured us that,
when the end is written,
neither she nor you
will be in its pages.
And who will write that ending?
You really think
Wolf will spend ink
writing about you guys?
[dramatic music]
Sobreg will never let me out.
I'm just gonna disappear here.
I don't think
that depends on Sobreg.
[sighing]
I know.
It depends on me.
I have to write
the ending of this story,
and blah, blah, blah,
blah, and blah.
But I am in no way a writer.
I'm more interested
in other things.
I understand.
I'll never be capable
of writing like my dad,
with his great words.
I know everybody
expects that from me,
but I just can't.
If you are incapable of writing
this story like your dad would,
why don't you do it
like Dalia?
Perhaps this is the moment
to stop seeking
for the great words from others
and value your own simple words.
[gentle music]
[train whistle blowing]
What are your eyes like, Goat?
You're always wearing
those glasses.
You tell me.
You created me.
Well, um, I really hope
I don't disappoint you,
but I didn't create you.
Not completely, at least.
You really exist--
that's awesome!
Or, at least, you existed.
DAD: After passing the stairs,
you'll find your room, Dalia.
It's the highest tower
in the castle.
And the most beautiful.
[gentle music]
[anxious groan]
Hmm?
[gasping]
Oh, poor little goat.
[gasping]
[laughing]
Oh, so many colors!
[laughing]
It's no surprise to me.
Everything here reminds
of something or somebody.
Stories are
always reflections
of the creator.
Just like their characters are.
Hm. Let's finish
this story together.
I don't know how,
but let's get
to the end together.
-Hmm.
-[laughing]
From now on, Goat,
everything will be all right.
[loud thudding]
[Dalia gasping]
[cackling]
Goat!
Help me, Goat!
Hold on!
[both snarling]
No! No! No!
Don't you do it!
No! No!
Aah!
No!
[both cackling]
[Dalia screaming]
We will soon get
to the beginning of this story.
I think you mean
we'll soon get to our ending.
No, the ending is up there.
How much further are
we going to fall?
Is there any end for this?
[yawning]
Dalia, wake up.
We're about to get there.
[gasping]
I really would have liked
to be a writer!
Aah!
Aah!
[muffled screams]
Hmm...
[triumphant fanfare]
[chuckling]
Hi there, Goat.
Thank you.
Hey, Goat,
what about these creatures?
At the beginning,
there are always ideas.
Some are huge,
others are smaller.
The columns support the city,
but where are
those columns supported?
Only the creator knows about it.
There's no other able
to dive so deep.
We need to keep on
going upstairs.
Everything here is so empty.
It looks like a desert--
what's that?
FOR SALE
"For sale"?
What's for sale?
[gasping]
It can't be real!
I remember this house.
We saw it
during the last holidays
we spent together.
The most beautiful
little house in the world.
This place was
very important for Dad.
It's so strange
finding it here.
My dad would have placed it
in a more important spot,
maybe towards the end.
This little house
inspired him.
Why would he leave it here,
abandoned like this?
I don't think
it is abandoned.
[chuckle]
That's right.
In fact, it's hidden,
protected
so that no one can change
the true essence
of everything.
The reason for the story,
and the heart.
[chuckling]
It's the seed.
Here's where everything begins.
When I re-write everything,
I'm not going
to leave this part.
It's depressing.
Everything will be
more striking,
with more color, and full
of interesting little details.
I have a lot of good ideas.
[sighing] Honestly,
I don't know who I'm fooling.
Right here,
all ideas seem perfect,
the greatest, most unique,
but then, when I try
to write them...
they leave,
they slip away,
-just like...
-Like shapeless creatures
swimming at the bottom
of the lake.
From ideas to words,
there's a huge distance.
When I imagine it,
it's so clear,
so simple,
so-- so great,
but when I try to write it,
it's all so complicated,
with no sense at all.
So frustrating.
As frustrating as that.
It's impossible.
We'll never make it on time.
I'll just disappear
in this city.
I thought that moving forward
was important for a story.
Why move forward
if I can't get there on time?
I understand.
You only play
when you're certain
you will win.
-That isn't so.
-Then what is it, Dalia?
It's just impossible.
It will be impossible
until someone
proves otherwise.
Hm. This is
a very bad story.
Perhaps it needs
a plot twist.
Something you could create.
Create?
Are you talking about writing?
Writing this story
and changing it?
No-no-no-no, I could never
do something like that.
No, besides,
I have nowhere to write.
Oh, that's right.
I thought my dad had
sent me a letter
without writing
anything in it.
But, in fact, I think
that he left this blank sheet
for me to write it.
I knew it was important.
What will happen
if I write in this blank sheet?
There's only one way
to find out.
Mm-hmm.
I don't know what to write.
I can't think of anything.
Besides, using this,
there's no undo command.
Undo command?
Yeah, on the computer,
if I don't like
what I've just typed,
I use the undo command.
I can erase everything
and start all over.
As many times as I want.
But with this,
I can only write
what I want to write
just once.
If I make a mistake,
it'll stay like that...
and forever.
And that's why I can't
just write anything random.
And what are you thinking?
Uh, now?
Right now...
[nervous chuckle]
...right now,
to tell the truth,
with all these problems,
just standing here,
about to disappear
and all that,
well, um, to be honest...
I'm thinking
I wanna eat pancakes.
I'm really hungry.
And what is a pancake?
You really don't know
what pancakes are?
They're the tastiest thing
in the world.
Mom always fixed me some
for my birthdays.
Well, so then...
You want me
to write about pancakes?
[gasping]
Those are
Mom's pancakes!
Over the plate
I described!
That's a magical paper.
I can't believe it!
They're really tasty, right?
[retching]
Don't you like them?
They're as delicious
as possible.
Let's see.
[grunting, retching]
That tastes horrible!
I told you
I was a terrible writer.
What was it that didn't work?
[gasping]
I know what it could be.
[gentle music]
Goat, I tried something new.
It's not like the undo command,
but I think it might be okay.
GOAT: Mm...
Yeah!
I'm a great, great writer
With a magical,
magical paper
The flavor has
completely changed.
I'm a genius.
Hey, Goat, leave me one!
Before, I had only
described their appearance.
And now, I described
the essence of it.
The feeling I have
when I eat them.
Happiness in little rolls.
That's true.
They give happiness.
[tense music]
It is done.
We want what you promised us.
I'll keep my end
of the deal,
when the moment arrives.
Don't forget, you still have
a task to complete.
[sniffing]
I've never
sniffed this before.
It's strange.
It feels like
something brand-new.
Just a moment ago,
I sniffed something new.
And now I see moving
something that was dead.
[laughing]
[ominous music]
[rattling, booming]
It you don't stop
breaking the book,
the whole city will collapse.
This book is useless,
There's no room
to write in it!
I can't even read it!
If I can't create
anything new in it,
I'll use it
to destroy everything!
You, the one who put
this whole story to work,
do you give up so easily?
I'm so sorry, Wolf.
I was sure that,
if we got the red book,
the whole story would be
under my... our power.
But I cannot write an ending
anymore than
open the door of creation.
Everything was useless.
WOLF: Oh, poor librarian,
he wanted to play the creator.
As you see,
a fall is not
a problem for me.
When did you figure it out?
I didn't need to figure it out.
I just smelled it.
[cackling]
All that library stinks of you.
-It gives you away.
-Huh?
But looking for you there
would have been useless.
I knew you would come here
at the right time.
I just wanted
the best for us all.
Give us the prominence
we deserve, Wolf.
I wanted to get to Sobreg,
opening the door of creation.
And like
any other frustrated creator,
since you're not
capable of creating,
you just focus on destroying.
If we work together
we're still able
to achieve it.
Did you smell the air?
Something new has shown up.
You did sniff it, right?
And you know
that there's only way
of creating
something new.
I knew that she had
the power of creation.
Tell me your plan.
She will come to us.
I already took care of that
at the library.
And now we just have
to hurry her up a little.
I only have to choose
the right pages.
DALIA: It'd have to be
something very fast,
like a rocket-- nah.
A rocket wouldn't be
very logical.
It has to be something
that fits in this story.
Something like... oh!
That's it! An elevator!
An old-fashioned elevator,
but this one goes up
at high speed!
It uses ultrasonic speed!
P-shew!
Ha-ha! Yes!
Oh, such a great idea!
-[rumbling]
-Oh!
-What's happening?
-[rumbling]
The city is falling apart.
The book is
being destroyed!
[Dalia whimpering]
No...
Oh, no!
I lost the magic paper.
Goat, I dropped it
when you jumped.
[gasping]
There it is.
What good luck.
My paper!
Hm.
Huh? Wow.
-Hey--
-Hold on there, Dalia.
[gasping]
Aw.
[chuckling]
-Hi, there.
-[snarling]
[soft growling]
Thank you.
[majestic fanfare]
Oh...
What about that character?
It still doesn't have
a purpose in this story.
The creator still didn't
give it a proper shape.
It is undefined.
I think it already has
a personality
and a purpose,
or it will have it
when I wr...
When you...
Doesn't matter.
We'll have to change
our plans, Goat.
A great piece of the city
no longer exists.
I thought
a super-elevator would work.
But I'd have to modify
the whole
city structure for that.
Especially now.
A bridge would be
the most logical.
But it would be very slow.
What could I write
that would work?
[gasping]
I have an idea.
And it seems
it's one of the good ones.
Uh-huh.
[chuckling]
[gentle music]
[triumphant fanfare]
[whirring]
A flying machine, really?
Aren't those actually
aviator glasses, Goat?
Without risks,
there's no adventure. Hah!
Uh-huh.
There's no interior
in this machine.
No, no, no!
We're going to crash!
So it seems.
I am a terrible writer.
I can never do
something right,
I always leave
everything unfinished.
I have thousands
of unfinished ideas.
In this case,
I think that
finishing this text
as soon as possible
is the most important.
I just made the same mistake
as with the pancakes.
That's it, I fixed it!
Didn't it work?
Why didn't it work?
Everything seems to be here,
but I can't fully understand
how this vehicle works.
Excuse me.
Like this, like a joystick.
A what?
Forward, back, up, down,
and to the sides.
That's all.
Now you--
aah!
No! The paper!
The paper!
[dramatic music]
[train whistle blaring]
Please stop this thing!
[dramatic music ends]
Wow.
This machine looks
very similar
to the bus I take every day
to go to school.
Sobreg has destroyed
big portions of the city.
This story will never be
the same again.
How can Sobreg have
so much power?
On many occasions,
the writer has no idea
of the power that
a certain character has.
The writer believes
he dominates the character,
but in reality,
it's the character
who dominates the writer.
And, little by little,
it can make the story change.
Characters like you.
Me?
You created yourself, Goat.
I don't remember that,
when I was five years old,
I created
such a dark, quiet,
and very moody character.
Very moody?
I'm not saying
that you're a bad character.
In fact, I think
you're a really cool one.
And I'm not saying this
because I invented you.
It's just that...
you don't seem to have
a sense of humor.
You're not exactly
very funny, understand?
For example,
if you'd be a little funnier,
the readers would
like you more.
I'm just saying.
Dalia, I really hope
you never try
to make me look
like I'm a funny character,
or anything like that,
just so that
the readers will like me.
I'd prefer to be me.
And if they don't
like me for who I am,
well, then,
let them stop reading.
Hey, Goat, I'd never
change anything about you.
You're not only
my character,
you're my friend.
[whirring]
The door of creation.
One among a thousand.
And that's
how the ending begins.
GOAT: There is the Tower
of the Thousand Doors.
The thing about
the thousand doors
wasn't just a saying.
It really does have
a thousand doors.
Or more.
Isn't that one of the...
[shrieking]
[both cackling]
If we keep on turning,
we're going to crash.
I'm going to stop them.
-You drive, Dalia.
-Huh?
It's easy,
just like a joystick.
Was that
an attempt at a joke?
Goat, please don't! Don't!
[grunting]
Finally, we have
the ruminant.
Let's take him to the top.
-[cackling]
-Dalia.
[dramatic music]
I don't think I'll be able
to land this thing.
I have to...
I got to get out of here.
With no risks...
there's no adventure.
[whimpering]
WOLF: Oh, welcome!
[laughing]
After so much
walking and flying,
you're in the same situation
as when you arrived here.
Isn't that ironic?
[dull clanging]
-Open up!
-[laughing]
Aah!
Let's avenge our sister.
Don't let him escape this time!
You know, I thought
goats never fell.
[cackling]
We don't really need to fight.
You just have to open
the door of creation for me.
I know you're afraid of me,
but everything
will finish soon!
You won't decide
when this story finishes!
And besides,
I'm no longer afraid of you.
You just make me
very angry!
-Aah!
-[clinking]
Huh?! Yeah!
[soft chuckling]
And now,
you just have to create.
I won't do it.
Create.
It's okay, Lady-Wolf,
sure, I'll write.
But I beg you, please,
don't you hurt me, Lady-Wolf.
[laughing]
We have a writer.
Writing just here.
That's amazing.
[laughing]
Exactly,
and you know what?
I cheated.
I'm way smarter than you.
What did you write?
Just wait for it.
You'll see soon.
You'll see soon...
[sighing] Once again,
it didn't work,
Let's see.
Let me read it.
Hmm...
[laughing]
...this thing you wrote,
my sword starts
breaking, I--
This can't be real!
How is it possible?
-[growling]
-[chuckling]
Do I keep on writing?
Yes, you will
keep on writing.
It's the Librarian.
What are you doing here?
You will write
what I order you to.
[gasping]
My clock!
You... You lied to me.
You told me that the way out was
located behind Sobreg's throne.
That's not a lie.
You don't have much time
to get there.
You just have to open
the door of creation for us.
So now, dear writer,
start writing.
It doesn't work like that.
You guys can't force me.
I'll only write
when I want to
or when I feel
I have something to say.
-Hmm.
-And this...
this is not
one of those moments.
You can't go down
without wings.
All right then,
I'll borrow yours!
[suspenseful music]
No! No!
Let me go!
Oh, Sister,
please help me!
[both screaming]
Heh.
[growling]
It's mine.
[laughing]
All right.
Now we're all here,
and you two are
in a very disadvantaged
situation.
Typical moment
before the ending.
Everything seems to be
against the heroes
-but then...
-Heroes?
[laughing]
Clearly, you still haven't
understood anything.
You are not the heroine
in this story.
[Wolf laughing]
If you take one more step,
I'll tear this page.
Maybe this one includes you.
-No, Goat!
-And you know
what will happen
if the page is ripped.
And what if you are
on that page?
What will happen then, Owl?
No, please, Goat!
I am still here, Dalia.
My sister! No!
[sobbing]
Now you will write
and open the door of creation.
Or I'll tear more pages out.
-Okay, I'll write.
-You don't have to do it.
We can fight them.
Forget it, Goat.
Fighting is useless.
We've gotta get
into the tower.
Entering it is
the only way to get out.
That's right.
Let's all go meet
the powerful Sobreg.
[sobbing]
I think I could...
Hmm... hm...
is Sobreg really
that powerful?
That's what the Librarian
told me about him.
But now that I think of it,
I don't know if...
[heavy grinding]
Finally, the door of creation!
There is no single path
to creation.
Here we go.
[loud whirring]
We've passed through
the door of creation.
We did, Goat.
[laughing]
[laughing]
Wow.
Where are the others?
This is Sobreg?
Just a statue?
[laughing]
Who created this
disappointing character?
-You?
-No.
It wasn't me.
I never could do it.
I thought
I was missing a power.
A power that I would get
just killing the human
that inspired my character.
But it didn't work out.
I was never able to create.
Everything I promised you
was a big lie,
including Sobreg.
I knew you were
a big liar, Owl,
but so then,
how is it possible
that Sobreg does exist?
Because she created it.
With a few simple lines
written on paper,
she achieved
what I never could.
[sighing]
So you created
all these woods?
I think I did, but, um,
I still don't quite
understand it.
All I did was write
on the magic paper
so that the door of creation
would open.
I've been here.
The books brought me here
when we were
back at the library,
but then, there was
only darkness here.
The books always
knew about it.
Everything is connected, Goat!
I want to make a deal
with the writer girl.
-Hm.
-Hm?
A disappointing ending.
[sighing]
The great
and almighty Sobreg
is just
a very boring statue.
I've got nobody
to fight with.
And no epic battle.
If she disappears,
no one will finish this story,
and we will all disappear, too!
[laughing] Suddenly
she's our only salvation.
Hm?
[laughing]
Here they are!
Right on time
to write my ending.
You might not be
a fan of the ending
I have in mind, Wolf.
I'm sure I will.
I'm sure I'm included in it.
Sobreg is alive!
Just stay here
with your monster.
She's who created the monster!
I did what?
You told me
Sobreg was living
in the tower!
That he was pure evil,
a wicked character,
and very powerful.
You lied to me, Librarian.
The same way
you lied to my father.
[thudding cracks]
I think I shouldn't
include him in my text.
[halting snorts]
Hmm.
[growling]
Release me!
Let me go back to my library.
Hm?
-[heavy thudding]
-There's the door!
Go to the door
and get back to your world.
I'll keep him busy, Dalia.
Don't, Goat.
He's much too powerful.
Yes? Is he your most
powerful character?
No, of course he's not.
Perfect.
You-- you've got
something I want.
[groaning]
I told you
he was very powerful.
Well, I had
to give it a try.
I think you were
looking for this.
But why?
Why are you giving me
my father's book now
when you tried to keep me
away from it all this time?
Because this is
not your story.
But you had to travel
down your own path.
Besides, if you walk through
that door, you'll be saved.
But I bet you can
still write something.
Something ingenious
that saves us all.
[laughing]
That tactic won't
work on me, Wolf.
My mother has used it
a thousand times,
but I-- you!
You're...
all these characters
are referring
to something or someone.
-[growling]
-But what can I write
to save everybody?
You just have
to write your ideas,
-your words.
-Hm.
Can you please do it?
In our case, we need
both of our hands to fight.
You just need
one hand to write.
DALIA: "Sword."
Thank you.
[growling]
[dramatic music]
[roaring]
Dalia, you've got this.
[clattering, plinking]
-Be careful!
-Ha-hah!
[gasps]
Uh... it's not fair!
Can't I write
more than half a line?
With one line left,
it was already difficult enough.
Huh?
We believe in you,
young creator.
Wow.
You will never make it.
Hey!
The owl is escaping!
Whoa-- oh!
[roaring]
Oh, no, not again.
I can't believe it!
Why do you do this to me?
[dramatic music]
[laughing]
My library!
I'll be safe here.
[electricity crackling]
[screaming]
A formidable opponent.
I can't write the ending!
I lost the magic paper!
What?
Aah!
[screaming, groaning]
[snarling]
A battle isn't won
with strength alone.
Hey, Goat,
I've lost the magic paper.
Do you really think
that's a magic paper, Dalia?
That's just a paper.
You are the creator,
not the paper.
You are the writer,
all you have to do is write.
And I see a lot of space
to write here.
Mm-hm.
Well, finally a worthy fight.
[snorting]
[cackling]
[soft music]
[slowed roaring]
[laughing]
[battle-cry]
It's not working.
Why isn't it working?
The paper really was magical,
or...
[gasping]
...somebody has to read it
so it can work.
Hm...
[gasping]
...that's interesting.
[distant roars]
[gentle music]
[distant roaring]
Ahh, this always
happens to me.
I've lost it again.
Daddy.
[sighing]
Where is it?
[soft chuckle]
[distant roaring]
THE CREATOR
[evil chuckling]
[sighing]
Where did I leave it?
Hey, Dad.
I think this is yours.
My clock!
Oh, I thought
I'd already lost it.
Oh, Dad, you have
to write the ending.
Time is running out.
-Dalia!
-Daddy!
My brave little girl.
I knew very well
you could walk the whole path.
-[thudding]
-[weapons clanging]
[panting]
Looks like it's invincible.
Ah! She's my favorite character!
Creator.
Huh?
[roaring]
[roaring]
This other character,
it isn't mine.
Oh, uh... hm?
It's time for you
to go back home.
No!
I don't wanna leave
without you.
I'm sorry Dalia,
sorry for all of those words
I wrote but was never able
to say out loud.
But now it's time for you
to go back home, sweetheart.
Can't we go back home together?
[sniffling]
[laughing]
I'm already home, honey.
Now I live right here,
in my worlds.
Every door I open,
it takes me to a new story.
What else could a writer
even ask for, right?
Mm-hm.
Hey, Goat,
please take Dalia home.
Don't forget our deal.
My sisters and I,
we really trust you.
It wasn't that bad,
don't you think?
Never doubt
that I love you, Dalia.
And I love you too, Daddy.
Take care of it.
Now this is yours, sweetheart.
[Goat grunting softly]
Thank you, Goat.
She will be okay.
-I know.
-[roaring]
[roaring more loudly]
And now it's time
to end this story.
Whatever you say, Creator.
[laughter]
[birds chirping]
[grunting]
Where are we now?
[gentle music]
It looks like...
the little house in the country.
So this is your world.
Yep, the real world.
It looks as real as my world.
But this I would like to see
without a filter.
[chuckling]
Yes, I knew it.
Your eyes are
just like my father's.
The real world.
It's much too bright for me.
[laughing]
[gasps]
You don't have a clock.
You can't be here!
Don't you disappear, Goat.
-Please, don't go!
-I will never disappear
if you do not forget me.
How could I ever forget you?
You're a part of me.
You're my character,
you're my friend.
You write
and I will live.
All of us will live.
Will you do it?
Yeah, I promise you that.
[stifling sobs]
Dalia!
[gasps]
Is that Mom?
I can't believe
that you're here.
Oh, Mom!
Who was there with you?
When I arrived,
I thought I saw someone.
No.
Are you sure you don't want
to look how it is inside?
-Mm-hmm.
-I'm not surprised.
You are
just like your father.
Hm, I know.
[gasping] How come
you haven't disappeared?
Your father didn't stop
until he bought this house.
But he didn't get to see it.
I never came here either,
but I never dared
to sell it.
It was very special for him.
There was a key
for each one of us,
And the other day,
when these people broke in...
into our home.
The one with the wolf mask
gave the second key to me.
That was your father's key.
And told me
to come here to pick you up.
And that's why I'm here.
Everything's very strange here.
But what matters is
that you're fine.
DALIA [thinking]:
Everything started in
the nicest little house
in the world...
It was a lady-wolf,
not a man.
[laughter]
FIVE YEARS LATER
THE RED BOOK
What's wrong, Dalia?
I thought
that writing the book
would make
the characters come back.
I thought
they would be alive again,
but I don't feel
like that's happening.
I did feel it
while I was writing.
But now...
Just give it some time.
Each thing in its time.
But right now, we both
have to start going home
to prepare the pancakes
before all of our guests arrive.
Guests, Mom?
All right,
I had to give it a try.
Will you never invite
your friends for your birthday?
Oh, well, perhaps
my boyfriend will show up today.
-Who?!
-[Dalia laughing]
[gentle music]
[thunder crashing]
[birds chirping]
[phone beeping]
MAN: Yesterday I read
another chapter that I liked.
The goat has
a strange weapon.
He sticks a cane like this
against the floor
and transforms it
into a hammer,
as if he were a shepherd
and a goat at the same time.
Have you read it or not?
WOMAN: No, I didn't
get to that part.
I like Wolf.
It's like she has class.
She's like a samurai
with two swords.
The power of the reader...
WOMAN: For me, she's
the best character in the book.
I don't know what Goat...
[voice fading]
[stirring music]
Were you waiting for me?
Yeah, and this belongs to you.
Thank you.
Don't let them
take over this story!
[cackling]
[music swelling]
[fanfare]
THE END
[book thudding closed]
[upbeat music]
[tense music]
[suspenseful music]
[upbeat music]
[ominous music]
[gentle music]
[majestic music]
[gentle music]
[ominous music]
[suspenseful music]
[eerie music]
[gentle music]
[suspenseful music]
[eerie music]
[suspenseful music]
[gentle music]
[ominous music]
[suspenseful music]
[soft chuckle]
-Huh?
-[lock clicking]
Hm.
[gasping]
[triumphant music]