Hocus Pocus Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Hocus Pocus Script


   

                   

Emily?



 

                   

Emily!



 

                   

Come, little children



 

                   

I'll take thee away



 

                   

- Into a land

- Emily!



 

                   

Of enchantment



 

                   

Come, little children



 

                   

- The time's come to say

- Elijah! Elijah!



 

                   

- Hast thou seen my sister Emily?

- Nay.



  

                   

But look. They conjure.



  

                   

Oh, God. The woods!



  

                   

Emily!



  

                   

- She's done for.

- Not yet!



  

                   

You wake my father.

Summon the elders. Go!



  

                   

Emily!



  

                   

Come, child.



  

                   

- Ahh.

- Oh, yes.



  

                   

- Emily.

- Huh?



  

                   

Oh, look.

Another glorious morning.



  

                   

It makes me sick!



  

                   

- Sisters!

- Yes, Winnie.

- We're coming, Winnie.



  

                   

Right away. Sorry.



  

                   

Must've been an imp.



  

                   

My darling.

My little book.



  

                   

We must continue with our spell now that

our little guest of honor has arrived.



  

                   

Wake up. Wake up, darling.



  

                   

Yes. Oh, come along, darling.

There you are.



  

                   

- Mary!

- Right here, Winnie, right here.



  

                   

- Sorry.

- Hello. Hello.



  

                   

- I've noticed sister Sarah isn't helping.

- I lured the child here.



  

                   

Leave her be.

She hath done her chore.



  

                   

- You're right, I'm wrong.

- Mmm.



  

                   

All right.



  

                   

'Tis time!



  

                   

There it is: '' Bring to a full rolling

bubble. Add two drops oil of boil.''



  

                   

Ah-ah-ah. I got it. It's heavy.

You do that, I'll do this.



  

                   

'' Mix blood of owl

with the herb that's red.



  

                   

Turn three times,

pluck a hair from my head.



  

                   

Add a dash of pox

and a dead man's toe.''



  

                   

- Dead man's toe, and make it a fleshy one.

- Dead man's toe!



  

                   

Deadman's toe

Add a deadman's toe



  

                   

Deadman's toe

Deadman's t--



  

                   

Dead, dead, dead, dead

Dead, dead, dead, dead



  

                   

D-- Ooh!



  

                   

- Uh-oh. Deadman's toe

- Fresh one.



  

                   

- Deadman, deadman

- Deadman's toe, add a--



  

                   

Will you two stop that!

I need to concentrate!



  

                   

Sorry, uh--



  

                   

She needs to concentrate.



  

                   

''Green newt saliva.''



  

                   

- I-I smell a child.

- Ehh, what dost thou call that?



  

                   

- A child.

- Hmph!



  

                   

Sisters, gather 'round.



  

                   

- One thing more, and all is done.

- Yes?



  

                   

Add a bit of thine own tongue.



  

                   

Oh, Winnie, thou art divine.



  

                   

'Tis ready for tasting.



  

                   

One drop of this

and her life will be mine.



  

                   

- I mean, ours.

- Yeah.



  

                   

All right, girl.



  

                   

Open up your mouth.



  

                   

- No!

- A boy!



  

                   

- Get him, you fools!

- I got him. I knew I smelled a boy!



  

                   

I got him. Come on. Come on.



  

                   

- Get away!

- Here you go.



  

                   

- Get away from my potion!

- Ohh!



  

                   

Ohh!



  

                   

- Winnie!

- My potion!



  

                   

Emily!



  

                   

Hmm. Hmm.



  

                   

Winnie. Winnie.



  

                   

- Look.

- Ahh!



  

                   

Sisters, prepare thyselves.



  

                   

'Tis her life force.

The potion works!



  

                   

Take my hands.

We will share her.



  

                   

Oh, Winnie,

how generous of thee.



  

                   

Sisters, behold!



  

                   

I am beautiful!

Boys will love me!



  

                   

Weíre young!



  

                   

Well, younger.



  

                   

But it's a start!



  

                   

Sisters!



  

                   

Winifred, thou art

a mere sprig of a girl.



  

                   

Liar! But I shall be

a sprig forever,



  

                   

once I suck the life out of

all the children in Salem!



  

                   

Let's brew another batch!



  

                   

You hag! There are not enough

children in the world to make

thee young and beautiful!



  

                   

- Hag.

- Uh-oh.



  

                   

Sisters, did you hear

what he called you?



  

                   

Whatever shall we do with him?



  

                   

Let's barbecue and fillet him.



  

                   

- Hang him on a hook

and let me play with him?

- No!



  

                   

Book, darling, come to Mommy.



  

                   

Yes. His punishment

must be more fulsome,



  

                   

more lingering.



  

                   

Dazzle me, my darling.



  

                   

Let's see: amnesia, bunions,

chilblains, cholera.



  

                   

- We can do better than that, I think.

- Yes.



  

                   

Let's see what we have. Oh!



   

                   

Ahh. Perfect.



   

                   

As usual.



   

                   

- His punishment shall not be to die,

- No?



   

                   

but to live forever

with his guilt.



   

                   

- As what, Winnie, as what?

- As what, Winnie, as what?

- Jump back!



   

                   

Twist the bones

and bend the back.



   

                   

Itch-it-a-cop-it-a,

Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a.



   

                   

Trim him of his baby fat.



   

                   

Itch-it-a-cop-it-a,

Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a.



   

                   

Give him fur,

black as black.



   

                   

- Just...

- Like...

- This.



   

                   

- Open!

- Witches!



   

                   

Daughters of darkness!

Open this door!



   

                   

- Hide the child!

- The child!

- Come on!



   

                   

Witches? Uh, there be

no witches here, sir!



   

                   

Don't get your knickers

in a twist!



   

                   

We are just three kindly

old spinster ladies!



   

                   

Uh, spending a quiet

evening at home!



   

                   

Sucking the lives

out of little children!



   

                   

- Winifred Sanderson?

- Yes?



   

                   

I will ask thee one final time.



   

                   

- Yes?

- What hast thou done

with my son Thackery?



   

                   

- Thackery. Mmm.

- Answer me!



   

                   

- Well, I don't know.

- Speak!



   

                   

Cat's got my tongue.



   

                   

This is-- This is

terribly uncomfortable.



   

                   

Sisters, sing.



   

                   

Thrice I with mercury purify

and spit upon the    tables



   

                   

- Don't listen! Cover your ears!

- Listen to them not!



   

                   

Ah! Fools! All of you!



   

                   

My ungodly book speaks to you.



   

                   

On All Hallows Eve

when the moon is round,



   

                   

a virgin will summon us

from under the ground.



   

                   

Ohh! Ohhh! We shall be back!



   

                   

And the lives of all

the children shall be mine!



   

                   

Away!



   

                   

Away, beast!



   

                   

Poor Thackery Binx.



   

                   

Neither his father, his mother,

nor anyone else...



   

                   

ever knew what became of him...



   

                   

those  OO years ago.



   

                   

And so the Sanderson Sisters...



   

                   

were hanged

by the Salem town folk.



   

                   

Now, there are those who say

that on Halloween night...



   

                   

a black cat still guards

the old Sanderson house,



   

                   

warning off any who

might make the witches...



   

                   

come back to life!



   

                   

Gimme a break.



   

                   

Aha. We seem to have

a sceptic in our midst.



   

                   

Mr. Dennison,

would you care to share...



   

                   

your California, laid-back,

tie-dyed point of view?



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

Granted that, uh,

you guys here in Salem...



   

                   

are all into these, uh, black

cats and witches and stuff.



   

                   

- Stuff?

- Fine.



   

                   

But everyone here knows that Halloween

was invented by the candy companies.



   

                   

- Ohh!

- It's a conspiracy.



   

                   

It just so happens that

Halloween is based...



   

                   

on the ancient feast

called All Hallows Eve.



   

                   

It's the one night of they ear

where the spirits of the dead

can return to Earth.



   

                   

Well said, Allison.



   

                   

Well, in case Jimi Hendrix shows

up tonight, here's my number.



   

                   

Come on, let's go.



   

                   

- Hey, wait up.

- Did he call you?



   

                   

- Yeah.

- Well, what did he say?



   

                   

Max. Fat chance.



   

                   

- Allison.

- Hi.



   

                   

Hi. Look, um, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to embarrass you in class.



   

                   

You didn't.



   

                   

- My name is Max Dennison.

- Yeah, I know.

You just moved here, huh?



   

                   

- Yeah, last week.

- Must be a big change for you.



   

                   

Yeah, that's for sure.



   

                   

- You don't like it here?

- Oh, the leaves are great, but--



   

                   

- I-I don't know.

just all this Halloween stuff.

- You don't believe in it?



   

                   

What, do you mean, like,

the Sanderson Sisters? No way.



   

                   

- Not even on Halloween?

- Especially not on Halloween.



   

                   

Trick or treat.



   

                   

- Hey, Christie, wait for me.

- No, I don't think so.

- I'm coming!



   

                   

Halt! Who are you?



   

                   

Max. I just moved here.



   

                   

- From where?

- Los Angeles.



   

                   

- L.A.?

- Ohh!



   

                   

- Dude!

- Tubular.



   

                   

I'm Jay. This is Ernie.



   

                   

How many times I gotta tell you,

my name ain't Ernie no more.



   

                   

- It's Ice.

- Oh.

- Ice.



   

                   

This is Ice.



   

                   

So, let's have a butt.



   

                   

Ah, no, thanks. I don't smoke.



   

                   

They're very health conscious

in Los Angeles.



   

                   

You got any cash...



   

                   

Hollywood?



   

                   

- No.

- Gee.



   

                   

We don't get any smokes from

you, we don't get any cash.



   

                   

What am I supposed to do

with my afternoon?



   

                   

Maybe you could learn to

breathe through your nose.



   

                   

Whoa!



   

                   

Check out

the new cross-trainers.



   

                   

Cool. Let me try 'em on.



   

                   

Ah-ah.



   

                   

- Later, dude!

- See ya, Hollywood!



   

                   

- Hey, Max! Hey, how was school?

- It sucked!



   

                   

Hey, hey, hey,

watch your language.



   

                   

I can't believe

you made me move here!



   

                   

Huh. He wasn't wearing

any shoes.



   

                   

Well, must be

some form of protest.



   

                   

Hey, guys.



   

                   

Oh, Allison.



   

                   

You're so soft.

I just wanna--



   

                   

- Boo!

- Dani!



   

                   

I scared you, I scared you!

Ha ha ha-ha ha!



   

                   

I'm Allison. Allison.

Kiss me. I'm Allison!



   

                   

Mom and Dad told you

to stay out of my room!



   

                   

Don't be such a crab!



   

                   

Guess what. You're gonna

take me trick-or-treating.



   

                   

- Not this year, Dani.

- Mom said you have to.



   

                   

- Well, she can take you.

- She and Dad are going to

a party at Town Hall.



   

                   

Well, you're eight!

Go by yourself.



   

                   

No way! This is my first time!

I'll get lost!



   

                   

Besides, it's a full moon

outside! The weirdos are out!



   

                   

Come on, Max. Couldn't you

forget about being a cool

teenager just for one night?



   

                   

Please? Come on.



   

                   

We used to have so much fun together

trick-or-treating. Remember?



   

                   

It'll be like old times.



   

                   

No. The old days are dead.



   

                   

It doesn't matter what you say.

You're taking me!



   

                   

Wanna bet?



   

                   

Mom!



   

                   

Let's go. Hurry up!

The bewitching hour is about to begin!



   

                   

Wow-- Aah! Please help me!

Aah!



   

                   

-Isn't that a scary witch?

-Stop! You look very scary. Wow!



   

                   

What about you, Max?

What are you supposed to be?



   

                   

- A rap singer.

- Oh.



   

                   

Well, your hat should be

on sideways, shouldn't it?



   

                   

- Say '' Halloween''!

- Halloween!

- Halloween!



   

                   

- Trick or treat!

- Trick or treat!



   

                   

- Lighten up, Max.

- Can we go home now?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Letís just go this way.



   

                   

Dani.



   

                   

Ding-ding. Ding-ding.



   

                   

- Stop and pay the toll, kid.

- Ten chocolate bars. No licor ice.



   

                   

- Dump out your sack.

- Drop dead. Moron.



   

                   

- Whoa!

- Ooh!



   

                   

Yo, twerp.



   

                   

- How'd you like to be hung

off that telephone pole?

- Yeah!



   

                   

Iíd just like to see you try,

because it just so happens

I've got my big brother with me.



   

                   

- Oooh!

- Max!



   

                   

- Hollywood!

- Oh, no!



   

                   

So, you're doing

a little trick-or-treating.



   

                   

- Ding-dong.

- Whoo!



   

                   

- I'm just taking

my little sister around.

- Mmm.



   

                   

That's nice.



   

                   

- Whoa! I love the costume!

- Yeah!



   

                   

But what are you supposed to be?

A New Kid On The Block?



   

                   

For your information,

he's a Little Leaguer.



   

                   

- Whoa!

- Ooh, tough guy!

- I'm a Little Leaguer!



   

                   

Whoa!



   

                   

Yeah!



   

                   

- Wait a minute.

Everybody pays the toll.

- Stuff it, zitface.



   

                   

- Why, you little--

- Hey!



   

                   

Ice, here. Pig out.



   

                   

Come on, Dani, let's go.



   

                   

jerk.



   

                   

And Hollywood,

the shoes fit great!



   

                   

Yeah!



   

                   

- Trick or treat!

- You should've punched him.



   

                   

He would've killed me.



   

                   

- At least you would've died like a man.

- Hey!



   

                   

You just humiliated me in front

of half the guys at school!



   

                   

So collect your candy

and get out of my life!



   

                   

I wanna go home now!



   

                   

- Trick or treat!

- Trick or treat!

- Hi. Hi. Ooh, there's plenty--



   

                   

Dani, I'm sorry.



   

                   

Trick or treat!



   

                   

It's just that

I hate this place.



   

                   

I miss all my friends.



   

                   

I wanna go home!



   

                   

Well, this is your home now,

so get used to it.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Trick or treat!



   

                   

- Give me one more chance?

- Why should I?



   

                   

Because I'm your brother.



   

                   

Whoa. Check that out.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Something just few

across the moon.



   

                   

- Fooled ya.

- Let's go,jerkface.



   

                   

- Trick or treat!

- Trick or treat!



   

                   

- Wow!

- Wow!



   

                   

Check out this house!



   

                   

Ehh. Rich people.



   

                   

They'd probably make us

drink cider and bob for apples.



   

                   

- My accountant suggested penny stocks.

- Yeah.



   

                   

- Trick or treat!

- Trick or treat!



   

                   

-Jackpot!

- Ahh.



   

                   

Whoa!



   

                   

Max Dennison.



   

                   

Allison!



   

                   

Ohh. Allison, hmm?



   

                   

I thought you weren't

into Halloween.



   

                   

I'm not. I'm, I'm just taking

my little sister Dani around.



   

                   

That's nice.



   

                   

- I always do it.

- My parents made him.



   

                   

Do you guys want some cider?



   

                   

- No.

- Sure.



   

                   

- Ah, yes.

- Oh, I had my eye on that.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

So, um, how's the party?



   

                   

Boring. It'sjust a bunch of my parents'

friends. They do this every year.



   

                   

I've got candy duty.



   

                   

- By the way, Dani, I love your costume.

- Thank you.



   

                   

I really like yours too.



   

                   

Of course, I couldn't wear anything

like that because I don't have any--



   

                   

What do you call 'em, Max?

Yabos?



   

                   

Max likes your yabos.



   

                   

In fact, he loves 'em.



   

                   

- I'm really into witches.

- Really? Me too.



   

                   

We just learned about

those sisters in school.



   

                   

Oh, you mean

the Sanderson Sisters?



   

                   

I know all about them.

My mom used to run the museum.



   

                   

There's a museum about 'em?



   

                   

Yeah, but they shut it down because, um,

a lot of spooky things happened there.



   

                   

Well, wh-why don't we go to

this old Sanderson house?



   

                   

Well, come on,

make a believer out of me.



   

                   

Okay, let me get changed.

They'll never miss me.



   

                   

Max, I'm not going up there.



   

                   

My friends at school told me all

about that place. It's weird!



   

                   

Dani, this is the girl

of my dreams.



   

                   

- So? Take her to the movies

like a normal person.

- Dani!



   

                   

Look,just--just do

this one thing for me,



   

                   

and I'll do anything you say.



   

                   

Please?



   

                   

- Please? Please?

- Oh-- Okay. Okay.



   

                   

Next year we go trick-or-treating

as Wendy and Peter Pan.



   

                   

With tights, or it's no deal.



   

                   

Okay, okay. Deal. Deal. Fine.



   

                   

Legend has it that the bones

of a hundred children were

buried within these walls.



   

                   

Oh, great.



   

                   

Ecch.



   

                   

- I can't see a thing.

- Ooh.



   

                   

Well, there's a light switch

around here somewhere.



   

                   

Found a lighter.



   

                   

Whoa!



   

                   

Here's the original cauldron.



   

                   

And upstairs

is where they slept.



   

                   

Oh, and be careful where you

step. The foors are old.



   

                   

''This is the spell book

of Winifred Sanderson.



   

                   

It was given to her

by the devil himself.



   

                   

The book is bound

in human skin...



   

                   

and contains the recipes for her

most powerful and evil spells.''



   

                   

I get the picture.



   

                   

What's that?



   

                   

Oh. It's the black fame candle.



   

                   

Hmm. Black fame candle.



   

                   

'' Made from the fat of a hangman.



   

                   

Legend says that on a full moon it

will raise the spirits of the dead...



   

                   

when lit by a virgin

on Halloween night.''



   

                   

Hmm.



   

                   

So let's light the sucker

and meet the old broads.



   

                   

- Will you do the honors?

- No, thanks.



   

                   

Well--



   

                   

- Stupid cat!

- Okay, Max, you've had your fun.



   

                   

It's time to go.

Come on, Allison.



   

                   

Max, she's right. Let's go.



   

                   

Oh, come on. It's just

a bunch of hocus pocus.



   

                   

Max, I'm not kidding this time.

It's time to go!



   

                   

Max, no!



   

                   

Uh-oh.



   

                   

What happened?



   

                   

A virgin... lit the candle.



   

                   

We are home!



   

                   

Oh, sweet revenge!



   

                   

Do you see, sisters?

My curse worked perfectly!



   

                   

That's because thou art perfect.



   

                   

I knew I left this cauldron on.

Didn't I tell you? Oh, I knew it.



   

                   

My lucky rat tail!

just where I left it!



   

                   

But who lit

the black fame candle? Hmm.



   

                   

Wake up. Wake up, sleepyhead.



   

                   

Oh, I've missed you.

Did you miss me too?



   

                   

Come on, now,

we've got work to do.



   

                   

- Winnie.

- Yes?



   

                   

I smell children.



   

                   

Sic 'em!



   

                   

- It's a little girl.

- Mmm!



   

                   

Seven. Maybe eight.

And a half.



   

                   

Ooh, let us play with her!



   

                   

Come, little children



   

                   

I'll take thee away



   

                   

- In--

- Come out, my dear.

We will not harm thee.



   

                   

We love children!



   

                   

I thought thou would

never come, sisters.



   

                   

Greetings, little one.



   

                   

- 'Twas I who brought you back.

- Imagine.



   

                   

Such a pretty little...



   

                   

child.



   

                   

Look at her. And she's

so well fed, isn't she?



   

                   

Plump. Plump!



   

                   

Shis-ka-baby.



   

                   

Tell me, dumpling,

what is the year?



   

                   

     .



   

                   

Sisters, we have been gone

 OO years.



   

                   

Well, Winnie,

how time fies, huh?



   

                   

When you're dead!



   

                   

It's been great fun, but I--

I guess I'd better be going.



   

                   

Oh, stay for supper.



   

                   

I'm-- I'm-- I'm not hungry.



   

                   

Oh, but we are.



   

                   

- Soup!

- Hey!



   

                   

- Let go of my little sister.

- Roast him, Winnie.



   

                   

No, let me.

Let me play with him.



   

                   

You. There.



   

                   

I haven't lost my touch,

sisters. See?



   

                   

- Winnie, Winnie--

- Max!



   

                   

- Hello. Good-bye.

- Hello, hello.



   

                   

Max!



   

                   

- Mary!

- Well, hello--



   

                   

- Oh, my, my, my, my, my.

- Don't!



   

                   

Okay!



   

                   

- You leave my brother alone!

- Ohh!



   

                   

- Max!

- I'll get you!



   

                   

- Get him! Get this ani--

Get this beast off me!

- Max, come on. Let's go!



   

                   

Get out! Go, go, go!



   

                   

Get it off. Ahh-ha-ha-ha-ha!



   

                   

- Hey!

- Hmm?



   

                   

You've messed with the

great and powerful Max...



   

                   

and now must suffer

the consequences.



   

                   

I summon the burning rain

of death.



   

                   

- Burning what?

- Burning rain of death.

- Burning rain of death.



   

                   

He makes fire in his hand.



   

                   

Ohh! Ohh! The burning

rain of death! Ohh! Ohh!



   

                   

Come on, you idiots!

Get under shelter!



   

                   

Come on, you fools!



   

                   

Nice going, Max!



   

                   

- It's all your fault!

- You can talk.



   

                   

- Yeah, no kidding.

Now, get the spell book.

- You idiots!



   

                   

Come on, move it!



   

                   

N-N-No, it's not!

It's the burning rain of death!



   

                   

Sic 'em! Aah! My book!



   

                   

Don't! He's going for my book!

Ohhh!



   

                   

- My book!

- He's got the book!

- The book!



   

                   

Max! Max, over here!



   

                   

- Come on! Come on!

- This way!



   

                   

Ohh! Confound it!



   

                   

- Winnie!

- We are dead!

- Shut up!



   

                   

- It is but water!

- Huh?



   

                   

- Most refreshing.

- Ahh. It is.



   

                   

- You idiot!

- Ahhh!

- The boy has tricked us!



   

                   

- And he's stolen the book!

- Ahhh!

- After him!

- Ohh!



   

                   

- 'Tis a b-black river.

- Perhaps it is not too deep.



   

                   

- 'Tis firm!

- Careful, Winnie.

- Hmm. Mmm.



   

                   

- 'Tis firm as stone.

- Why-- Why, it's a road!



   

                   

- Firm asstone

- Sisters!

- Firm asstone



   

                   

My book!



   

                   

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Come on! This is a graveyard!



   

                   

It's hallowed ground.

Witches can't set foot here.



   

                   

- He talks.

- Oh.



   

                   

Follow me!



   

                   

Over here.

I want to show you something.



   

                   

Give you an idea of exactly

what we're dealing with.



   

                   

''William Butcherson,

lost soul''?



   

                   

Billy Butcherson

was Winifred's lover,



   

                   

but she found him sporting

with her sister Sarah,



   

                   

so she poisoned him and sewed

his mouth shut with a dull needle...



   

                   

so he couldn't tell her

secrets even in death.



   

                   

- Winifred always was the jealous type.

- You're Thackery Binx.



   

                   

- Yes.

- Huh. So the legends are true.



   

                   

Well, come along. I want

to show you something else.



   

                   

Teenagers again.

I hate Halloween.



   

                   

Man, this is the worst night of

the year. You wanna give me a hand?



   

                   

- Who-- Who-- Who-- Who are they?

- Boys?



   

                   

Witch hunters. Observe.



   

                   

They wear black robes and carry

axes to chop the wood to burn us.



   

                   

- Hold me.

- What a pretty spider.



   

                   

Sisters! Let me make

one thing perfectly clear.



   

                   

The magic

that brought us back...



   

                   

only works tonight,

on All Hallows Eve.



   

                   

When the sun comes up,

we are dust.



   

                   

- Dust?

- Toast!



   

                   

Toast?



   

                   

- Pudding!

- Aaah!



   

                   

Fortunately the potion I brewed

the night we were hanged...



   

                   

will keep us alive

and young forever.



   

                   

Unfortunately the recipe for

that potion is in my spell book,



   

                   

and the little wretches

have stolen it!



   

                   

Therefore, it stands to reason,

does it not, sisters dear,



   

                   

that we must find the book,

brew the potion...



   

                   

and suck the lives out of the children

of Salem before sunrise.



   

                   

Otherwise, it's curtains!

We evaporate! We cease to exist!



   

                   

Dost thou comprehend?



   

                   

You explained it

beautifully, Winnie.



   

                   

The way you sort of started out

with the adventure part...



   

                   

- and then you sort of slowly--

- Explained what?



   

                   

- Come! We fy!

- Fly!



   

                   

Because of me my little

sister's life was stolen.



   

                   

For years I waited for my life to end

so I could be reunited with my family.



   

                   

But Winifred's curse

of immortality kept me alive.



   

                   

Then one day I figured out

what to do with my eternal life.



   

                   

Now, I'd failed Emily,

but I wouldn't fail again.



   

                   

When Winifred and her sisters returned,

I'd be there to stop them.



   

                   

So for three centuries I've guarded

the house on All Hallows Night,



   

                   

when I knew some airhead virgin

might light that candle.



   

                   

- Nice going, airhead.

- Hey, look, I'm sorry, okay?



   

                   

We're talking about three ancient hags

versus the  Oth century.



   

                   

- How bad can it be?

- Bad.



   

                   

- Stay out of there!

- Why?



   

                   

It holds Winifred's most dangerous

spells. She must not get it.



   

                   

Well, let's torch the sucker.



   

                   

It's protected by magic.



   

                   

It's just a bunch

of hocus pocus!



   

                   

- Sarah!

- Mmm?



   

                   

Mary.



   

                   

- Max!

- Brave little virgin

who lit the candle.



   

                   

- I'll be thy friend.

- Hey, take a hike!



   

                   

Ooh! Ouch!



   

                   

- Book!

- Huh?



   

                   

- Come to Mommy!

- 'Fraid not!



   

                   

Thackery Binx,

thou mangy feline!



   

                   

- Still alive?

- And waiting for you!



   

                   

Ohh! Thou hast waited

in vain!



   

                   

And thou will fail

to save thy friends,



   

                   

just as thou failed

to save thy sister!



   

                   

Grab the book!



   

                   

- They can't touch us here, right?

- Well, they can't.



   

                   

I don't like the way

you said that.



   

                   

Unfaithful lover

long since dead,



   

                   

deep asleep in thy wormy bed,



   

                   

wiggle thy toes,

open thine eyes,



   

                   

twist thy fingers

toward the sky.



   

                   

Life is sweet.

Be not too shy.



   

                   

On thy feet, so sayeth I!



   

                   

Max! Max!



   

                   

Huh?



   

                   

Hi. Hello, Billy.



   

                   

Catch those children!

Get up!



   

                   

Get up! Get out of that ditch!

Faster!



   

                   

In here!



   

                   

Yes!



   

                   

- Are you okay?

- Mm-hmm.



   

                   

- What is this place, Binx?

- It's the old Salem crypt.

- Here, take the book.



   

                   

- It connects to the sewer

and up to the street.

- Oh. Uh, charming.



   

                   

- Uh, don't look up, Dani.

- Don't worry. I won't.



   

                   

Relax. I've hunted mice

down here for years.



   

                   

- Mice?

- Oh, God.

- Oh, God. Just great.



   

                   

Oh, cheese and crust!

He's lost his head!



   

                   

Ha! Damn that Thackery Binx!

Damn him!



   

                   

Billy, which way did they go?

Aaah!



   

                   

Billy, listen to me.



   

                   

Follow those children,

you maggot museum, and get my book!



   

                   

Then come find us!

We'll be ready for them!



   

                   

Quit staring at me!

Get moving down that hole!



   

                   

- Damn, damn, double damn!

- Oh!



   

                   

Broom, ho!



   

                   

This way!



   

                   

- Broom, ho.

- Ahh.



   

                   

They're here.

I know they're here.



   

                   

- I know they're here,

but where are they?

- Winnie, look.



   

                   

- Sniff them out, Mary.

- Uh, they're, they're, uh--



   

                   

- Oh, I can't. They've gone too far.

- Aah!



   

                   

- I've lost them!

- Aaah!

- Aah!



   

                   

I'll have your guts for garters, girl!

Confound you!



   

                   

Very well.

We must outwit them.



   

                   

- When Billy the butcher

gets here with my book,

- Book!



   

                   

- we shall be ready for them!

- Ready!



   

                   

- Sarah!

- Sarah!



   

                   

- Let us start collecting children.

- Why?



   

                   

Because, you great buffoon,

we want to live forever,



   

                   

not just until tomorrow.



   

                   

The more children's lives we snatch,

the longer we shall live!



   

                   

- Right! Let us fy!

- Fly!

- Wait!



   

                   

Sisters. I have an idea.



   

                   

Since this promises to be a most

dire and stressful evening,



   

                   

I suggest we form

a calming circle.



   

                   

- I am calm!

- Oh, sister.



   

                   

Thou art not being honest

with thyself, are we? Huh? Huh?



   

                   

Come on. Come on.

Give me a smile.



   

                   

Come along. Not much further.



   

                   

Let's see. Which way, which way.

I can't remember. Oh! Look, down here!



   

                   

Think soothing thoughts.



   

                   

- Rabid bats.

- Yum!



   

                   

Black death.

Mummy's scorpion pie.



   

                   

- Mother.

- Mother.

- Mother.



   

                   

Bubble, bubble, I'm in trouble.



   

                   

Tell me, friend,

what is this contraption?



   

                   

I call it... a bus.



   

                   

- A bus.

- A bus?



   

                   

- And its purpose?

- To convey gorgeous creatures

such as yourselves...



   

                   

to your most forbidden desires.



   

                   

Well, fancy,



   

                   

we desire...



   

                   

children.



   

                   

Hey, that may take me a couple of tries,

but I don't think that'd be a problem.



   

                   

- Oh.

- Hop on up.

- Marvellous!



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!



   

                   

I need one of those instant ice packs.

You girls are giving me a fever! Yeow!



   

                   

- Go, Binx!

- Come here, you guys! This way!



   

                   

Hurry! Come on!



   

                   

Up the ladder!



   

                   

- Come on!

- Careful.



   

                   

Hey, buttercup, anybody ever tell you

you're very easy on the eyes?



   

                   

Binx! Look out!



   

                   

Whoa! Speed bump!



   

                   

- Binx! Ohh!

- Speed bump!



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

- No.

- It's all my fault.



   

                   

- Max, it's not your fault.

- Ohh.



   

                   

- Look!

- Max!



   

                   

I hate it when that happens.



   

                   

Well.



   

                   

I told you, I can't die.

Dani, you all right?



   

                   

- Yeah!

- Okay, then, let's go!



   

                   

Stop!



   

                   

- I smell children.

- Marvelous.



   

                   

Hey, hey, cupcake, don't I get

your phone number? Your area code?



   

                   

- You want my route schedule?

- Oh, thou wouldst hate me

in the morning.



   

                   

- No, I wouldnít.

- Oh, believe me, thou wouldst.



   

                   

Party pooper.



   

                   

What is this, sisters?



   

                   

Odds bodkins.



   

                   

Farewell, mortal bus boy.



   

                   

- Oh, my.

- What are those? What's that?



   

                   

- Um--

- What is that?

- Uh, hobgoblins.

- Oh.



   

                   

Ohh! Oh.



   

                   

Bless you.



   

                   

- Enough!

- Uh, sisters, I'm very confused.



   

                   

I-- I smell children,

but I-- I don't see children.



   

                   

I-- I've lost my power!



   

                   

- Enough, enough, enough!

- Sorry.



   

                   

- We are witches. We are evil!

- Evil.



   

                   

What would Mother say

if she could see us like this?



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

- Mother.

- Mother.



   

                   

- Master!

- Master!

- Master! Ohh!



   

                   

- Oh, my!

- He will help us!



   

                   

- What kind of costumes are these?

- Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!



   

                   

It's the Sanderson Sisters,

right?



   

                   

-At your service.

-Yes, yes.

-Haven't seen you for centuries.



   

                   

But what the heck? Why don't you come

in? Come in to the non-smoking section.



   

                   

- Come on, come on, right this way.

- Oh, I can't believe it's him!



   

                   

Don't step on my tail!



   

                   

- Officer! Officer!

- Officer, we need your help.



   

                   

What's the problem?



   

                   

- Tell him.

- Go ahead.



   

                   

Well, um--



   

                   

Well, you see, for--

I just, I just moved here.



   

                   

W-Well, you see, i-it's like this.

I-- I, um--



   

                   

I broke into the old Sanderson

house and I brought the witches

back from the dead.



   

                   

See, I even have the book.



   

                   

- You lit the black fame candle?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Come on. Okay, let's

get on the sidewalk.



   

                   

And he's a virgin.



   

                   

Come here.



   

                   

- Are you a virgin?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Really.



   

                   

Look, I'll get it tattooed

on my forehead, okay?



   

                   

- Officer, this is not a prank.

- Really!



   

                   

Hey! I put my life on the line

to protect this community,

and you punks pull this?



   

                   

- Get outta here.

- Come on, Dani.



   

                   

And take that cat with ya.



   

                   

- What's so funny, Eddie?

- Ahh,just a bunch of kids

pullin' my chain.



   

                   

They thought I was a real cop.



   

                   

I want you to meet

the little woman.



   

                   

- He has a little woman.

- Sounds tasty.



   

                   

- Today--

-Swimmingpool, swimmingpool--



   

                   

- Petunia face.

- What?



   

                   

Would you stop clicking?

We have company!



   

                   

- I don't care who's here.

I'm sick and tired...

- Sisters.



   

                   

- of these dressing-up games.

- Satan has married Medusa.

See the snakes in her hair?



   

                   

- I don't wanna play in this.

I don't wanna play.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!



   

                   

My three favorite witches.



   

                   

Arenít you broads a little old

to be trick-or-treating?



   

                   

- We'll be younger in the morning.

- Yes.



   

                   

- Yeah, sure. Me too.

- I went out with him Valentine's Day.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

Wow! Neat brooms!



   

                   

Whoo-hoo-hoo!



   

                   

Forget the kids.

I'm serving you from my cauldron.



   

                   

- Winnie!

- Yes?

- For you.



   

                   

Master, I plague thee.

What about the book?



   

                   

We'll get to the book later.

Mary, go long!



   

                   

Yeah! You could be

a tight end!



   

                   

Master, would thou

dance with me?



   

                   

Behold!



   

                   

A torture chamber.



   

                   

Honey, I lost five pounds

according to the bathroom--



   

                   

- Now there's a Stain master carpet...

- Master.



   

                   

that handles foot traffic

like never before.



   

                   

Okay, that's it. Party's over!



   

                   

Get out of my house!

Get outta here! Get outta my house!



   

                   

- Sorry.

- Calm down, puddin' face.



   

                   

- Shove it, Satan.

- Ohh.



   

                   

- Thou should not speak to

Master in such a manner.

- Mm-mmm.



   

                   

- They call me Master.

- Wait'll you see what

I'm gonna call ya.



   

                   

Now, tart face, take your Clark bars

and get out of my house!



   

                   

Make us!



   

                   

- Yeah!

- Honey bunch.



   

                   

Ralph! Sic 'em!



   

                   

Winnie! Winnie!



   

                   

- My broom!

- My broom!

- My broom!



   

                   

Purloined! Curses!



   

                   

Sisters, look. 'Tis the

chocolate-covered finger

of a man named Clark.



   

                   

Mmm. Ooh! Ugh!



   

                   

It's candy. Why would

the master give us candy?



   

                   

- Because he is not our master.

- He isn't?



   

                   

- And these are not hobgoblins.

- Ohh!



   

                   

- See?

- Ohh!

- Cool it, man!



   

                   

A child! Ohh!



   

                   

- Weirdos!

- Weirdos!

- Sisters!

- Mmm.



   

                   

- All Hallows Eve has become

a night of frolic...

- Oh.



   

                   

- where children wear costumes

and run amok!

- Oh!



   

                   

Amok! Amok, amok,

amok, amok, amok--



   

                   

- Oh, Winnie, just one child.

- No!



   

                   

Ah, great. How are we ever gonna

find Mom and Dad in this place?



   

                   

Hi, hi, hi. Hi.



   

                   

Owww! Whoo!



   

                   

Those fingers through my hair



   

                   

Thatsly ''come hit her''stare



   

                   

That strips my conscience bare



   

                   

It's witchcraft



   

                   

- I'm gonna look for Mom.

- Baby!



   

                   

-And I got no defense for it

- I can't see a thing!



   

                   

- Whoo! Waah! Whoo!

- The heat is too intense for it



   

                   

What good would

common sense for it do



   

                   

- Aaah!

- It's witchcraft



   

                   

- Oh. Dad!

- It's not Dad. It's '' Dadcula.''



   

                   

Oh, my goodness. Who must this

charming young blood donor be?



   

                   

Dad! Something terrible

happened.



   

                   

- Dani? What's wrong? Wh-Wh--

- No, Dani's fine.



   

                   

Good. Excuse me. Come here.



   

                   

Mom?



   

                   

- Mom?

- Hmm?



   

                   

What are you supposed to be?



   

                   

Madonna.



   

                   

Well, you know--

Well, obviously. Don't ya think?



   

                   

Shoot, Max. Look,

whatever it is, just tell me.



   

                   

- Come here.

- What?



   

                   

This cat here, Binx, right?

He can talk.



   

                   

My brother's a virgin:

he lit the black fame candle.



   

                   

The witches are back from the dead

and they're after us. We need help.



   

                   

How much candy

have you had, honey?



   

                   

Mom, I haven't O.D.'d.

I haven't even had a piece.



   

                   

They're real witches, they can

fy, and they're gonna eat all

the kids in Salem. They're real!



   

                   

All right, let's just

find your father.



   

                   

It's such an ancient pitch



   

                   

But one I wouldn't switch



   

                   

- 'Cause there's non icer witch

- Slither about.



   

                   

- Find them!

- Oh, no, I'll never switch



   

                   

- Ohh! Aah!

- 'Cause there's non icer witch



   

                   

Than you



   

                   

I put a spell on you



   

                   

And now you're mine



   

                   

- Max, I love you, but enough is enough.

- Come on, Dad, if I was

gonna pull your chain--



   

                   

- Now, just calm down.

- But they're gonna come--



   

                   

- Don't you see how crazy this sounds?

- Max! Max!



   

                   

- Max, really--

- They're here! They're here!

- I ain't gonna take none

of your runnin' 'round



   

                   

- I ain't gonna take none

of your puttin'me down

- Did you find them?

- Sorry.



   

                   

- Get out there and find them.

- Nobody's here, sweetheart.



   

                   

- Here. Hold this.

- Sweetheart, nobody's here.

- Wait. Max. Max!

- Where are you going?



   

                   

- i put a spell on you

- Sarah!



   

                   

-And now you're mine

- Bye.



   

                   

- Get over here! Did you find them?

- Find who?



   

                   

I ain't lyin'

No, I ain't lyin'



   

                   

- Hey, cut the music! Cut the music!

- Hey, man, I'm in the middle of a song!



   

                   

It's an emergency!

Only for a minute!



   

                   

Will everybody listen up,

please?



   

                   

- No. Youíre just getting

everybody worked up.

- Well, listen to him.

Listen to him. He's fine!



   

                   

- Your kids are in danger.

- What do you mean?



   

                   

 OO years ago the Sanderson

Sisters bewitched people.



   

                   

Now they've returned

from their grave.



   

                   

Hey, man, I'm serious!

It's not a joke!



   

                   

- All right, this has gone far enough.

- No, wait a minute.



   

                   

I know this sounds dumb,



   

                   

but they're here tonight.



   

                   

They're right over there!



   

                   

- Aah!

- Ohh.

- Wow.

- Thank you, Max,



   

                   

for that marvelous introduction.



   

                   

i put a spell on you



   

                   

And now you're mine



   

                   

You can't stop

the things I do



   

                   

- I ain't lyin'

- No! No!



   

                   

- Ohh

- Don't listen to them!



   

                   

Been OOyears



   

                   

Right down to the day



   

                   

Now the witch is back



   

                   

And there's hell to pay



   

                   

i put a spell on you



   

                   

- Good joke. Happy Halloween.

Thanks a lot.

- No, man, I'm serious!



   

                   

- Yeah, yeah, I know.

You had, you had your fun.

- You gotta believe me! I'm not kidding!



   

                   

And now you're mine



   

                   

All right. Yeah, gear up.

Let's go, guys.



   

                   

Hello, Salem!



   

                   

My name's Winifred!

What's yours?



   

                   

i put a spell on you



   

                   

-And now you're gone

- Gone, gone, gone, so long



   

                   

My whammy fell on you



   

                   

-And it was strong

-So strong, so strong, so strong



   

                   

Your wretched little lives

have all been cursed



   

                   

'Cause of all the witches

working I'm the worst



   

                   

i put a spell on you



   

                   

-And now you're mine

- Binx, where are you?



   

                   

Watch out, watch out

Watch out, watch out



   

                   

If you don't believe

you'd better get superstitious



   

                   

-Ask my sisters

- Mom! Dad! Thank God!

- Hey, Max, great show.



   

                   

- Cover your ears!

- Cover our ears!

- i put a spell on you



   

                   

What? Ho-ho! Uh-oh!



   

                   

- i put a spell on you

- Oh, I wish we had a camera.



   

                   

Ah-say-into-pie

Oppa-maybe-uppen-die



   

                   

Ah-say-into-pie

Oppa-maybe-uppen-die



   

                   

- In-kama-koray-ah-ma

- In-kama-koray-ah-ma



   

                   

- Hey

- Hey!

- High

- High!



   

                   

-Say

- Say!

- Bye

- Bye!



   

                   

Bye



   

                   

Bye-bye



   

                   

Dance! Dance!

Dance until you die!



   

                   

Oh, Binx, come on!



   

                   

- This is really bad!

- Max, come on! Calm down!



   

                   

Look, I want you to take Dani

back to your house and don't

let her out of your sight!



   

                   

Max, I'm not leaving you.



   

                   

Okay, guys, who's goin'

for the jacuzzi?



   

                   

Yeah, Angelo, too bad.



   

                   

- Uh-oh.

- Get down!



   

                   

- I smell--

- Yes?



   

                   

- Winnie, I smell--

- Yes? Yes?



   

                   

I smell scrod.



   

                   

Scrod. You know.

It's a bottom dweller.



   

                   

You cook it sometimes with lovely

bread crumbs, little bit of margarine.



   

                   

Or oil. Olive oil is good.



   

                   

But you have to cook it at   O degrees

or else it tastes really-- Aah!



   

                   

Sarah. Sarah!



   

                   

I have an idea.



   

                   

- What is this place?

- Mmm, it reeks of children.



   

                   

It is a prison for children.



   

                   

Welcome to High School Hell.



   

                   

I'm your host,

Boris Karloff Jr.



   

                   

This way. I know I'm right.



   

                   

It's time to meet

our three contestants:



   

                   

Sarah, Mary

and Winifred Sanderson.



   

                   

Read any good spellbooks

lately?



   

                   

Hag tracks!



   

                   

Get him!



   

                   

Hello. Welcome to the library.



   

                   

I would like a book.



   

                   

Shh! Shh! Shh!



   

                   

What kind of book

are you looking for?



   

                   

We've got them!

We've got them, we've got them!



   

                   

- What? Hello.

- I am looking for a children's book

- Yes?



   

                   

- Wretches!

- It's warm in here.



   

                   

Fire. Fire!



   

                   

Aah! It's hot! It's hot!



   

                   

Farewell, Winifred Sanderson!

Ha ha!



   

                   

- Yes! Yay!

- Burn! Burn! All right!



   

                   

Whoo! Whoo!



   

                   

Yeah! All right!



   

                   

- Yes!

- Yes!



   

                   

Yes!



   

                   

We did it, Binx.

We stopped them.



   

                   

I've wanted to do that for  OO

years, since they took Emily.



   

                   

You really miss her, donít you?



   

                   

Man, you can't keep blaming yourself

for that. That happened so long ago.



   

                   

Take good care of Dani, Max.



   

                   

You'll never know how precious

she is until you lose her.



   

                   

Hey, Binx! Where do you

think youíre goin'?



   

                   

You're a Dennison now, buddy.

One of us.



   

                   

Come on, Binx, let's go home.



   

                   

Home.



   

                   

Home.



   

                   

Mom? Dad?



   

                   

We got a new cat! Mom?



   

                   

Well, I guess they're

still partying. Come on in.



   

                   

You're my kitty now.



   

                   

You'll have milk and tuna fish every

day, and you'll only hunt mice for fun.



   

                   

You're going to turn me into

one of those fat, useless,

contented house cats.



   

                   

You betcha.



   

                   

- Yeah.

- You know, Binx,

I'll always take care of you.



   

                   

My children will

take care of you too.



   

                   

And then their children after

that, and theirs after that,



   

                   

forever and ever...



   

                   

and ever.



   

                   

Hello. I want my book.



   

                   

- You wanna smash some pumpkins?

- Nah.



   

                   

Well, then you wanna look in

windows and watch babes undress?



   

                   

It's  :OO.

They're undressed already.



   

                   

- Well, then you think of something!

- I don't feel so good.



   

                   

- It's 'cause you're eatin'

too much candy, ya oinker!

- Seek them out, Mary.



   

                   

- Seek them out.

- Okay, Winnie.



   

                   

- Yes!

- Yo, witch. Get your face off my shoe.



   

                   

- Uhh, wrong boy.

- Natch!

- Ohh, sorry, Winnie.



   

                   

Why, why, why was I cursed

with such idiot sisters?



   

                   

-Just lucky, I guess.

- Ohh!



   

                   

Oh, man, how come it's always

the ugly chicks that stay out late?



   

                   

Chicks?



   

                   

We haven't much time left!

We shall have to-- We shall have

to make the potion from memory!



   

                   

Hey! Let us outta here!



   

                   

- Yeah, we're really sorry.

- We think youíre really cute.



   

                   

- Hush!

- Aaah!



   

                   

- I've got to think.

- Ohh.



   

                   

- Please!

- Remember. Remember.



   

                   

- Remember, Winnie, remember.

- Remember, Winnie, remember.



   

                   

- Remember, Winnie, remember.

- Remember, Winnie, remember.

- Now I remember!



   

                   

- I was here.

- Yes.

- The book was there.

- Uh--



   

                   

You, Mary, you were here. Sarah, you

were in the back, dancing idiotically.



   

                   

- And the book said--

- Yes?

- I remember it like it was yesterday.



   

                   

- Yes?

- Oil of boil...

- Mmm?

- and a dead man's nose.



   

                   

- Dead man's toes!

- She's trying to concentrate!



   

                   

- No.

- Go! Go, go, go!



   

                   

- His thumbs.

- Thumbs? Could be thumbs.

- Or was it his gums?



   

                   

- I don't know. Thumbs, gums.

- Or dead man's buns.

- Dead man's buns. Buns.



   

                   

- Sounds like--

- Mums?

- Mums.



   

                   

- Funs.

- Funs.

- Chungs?

- Chungs? Mmm!



   

                   

- It's chungs!

- Chungs?

- Dead man's chungs!



   

                   

There is no such thing

as chungs.



   

                   

- You're right.

- I am? I'm right?



   

                   

It's no use. I don't

remember the ingredients.



   

                   

I-- I-- I've got to

have my book!



   

                   

- Leave him alone!

- Aaah! I'm gonna puke!



   

                   

Book!



   

                   

Come home

or make thyself known!



   

                   

- Hi.

- Hi.



   

                   

Oh, my God. It's  :OO.



   

                   

My parents are gonna kill me.



   

                   

- I should go.

- I wish you could stay.



   

                   

Poor Binx.



   

                   

Yeah. Poor Binx.



   

                   

- We owe him a lot.

- Yeah.



   

                   

Look, cou-- could we find

some kind of way to help him?



   

                   

The book.



   

                   

The witches used it to put

the spell on him.



   

                   

Maybe there's a way in here

to take it off.



   

                   

Mmm, I don't know.

Binx told us not to open it.



   

                   

Well, the witches are dead.

What harm could it do?



   

                   

Well, just be careful.



   

                   

I will.



   

                   

- Hold my hand.

- All right.



   

                   

Nothing weird so far.



   

                   

Winnie, oh, do you wanna hit me?

Would that cheer you up?



   

                   

- Okay. There you go.

- This is the end.



   

                   

- No.

- I feel it.

- Okay.



   

                   

We are doomed. I feel

the icy breath of death upon my neck.



   

                   

- Mary?

- What?

- Take me to the window.



   

                   

- This one?

- I wish to say good-bye.



   

                   

Yes, Winnie.



   

                   

- Good-bye.

- Bye-bye.



   

                   

- Good-bye, cruel world.

- Bye-bye, cruel world.



   

                   

- Good-bye to life.

- Bye-bye, life.



   

                   

- Good-bye, good-bye.

- Good-bye-bye.



   

                   

- Good-bye to all that.

- To all that.



   

                   

- Sister! Observe!

- What?

- They've opened it!



   

                   

Ha ha! Just when our time

was running out!



   

                   

- Come! We fy!

- We fy! On what do we fy?



   

                   

Ahh! Into the night! Ahh!



   

                   

Winnie?



   

                   

Broom, ho!



   

                   

Ohh!



   

                   

Oh, listen to this.



   

                   

Only a circle of salt can protect

thy victims from thy power.



   

                   

- We were just trying to help you.

- Well, don't!



   

                   

Nothing good can come

from this book. You got it?



   

                   

- Maybe we should go now.

- Okay.



   

                   

Mom? Dad?



   

                   

Still not home. That's weird.



   

                   

Must be having a great time.



   

                   

I don't know.

Something's not right.



   

                   

I'd feel a lot safer walking

home if we had some salt.



   

                   

Salt.



   

                   

Ahh!



   

                   

What's it say?



   

                   

Uh, it says form a circle of

salt to protect from zombies,



   

                   

witches and old boyfriends.



   

                   

Yeah? And what about

new boyfriends?



   

                   

Dani.



   

                   

Dani!



   

                   

Max, the book is gone.



   

                   

I'm telling you,

something's weird.



   

                   

- Dani, wake up.

- Trick or treat!



   

                   

- Looking for this?

- Or this?



   

                   

Boy down.



   

                   

Salt! Ha!



   

                   

- What a clever little white witch.

- Yeah!



   

                   

But it will not save

thy friends. No.



   

                   

Come, sisters. The candle's

magic is almost spent.



   

                   

- Dawn approaches.

- Bye-bye.



   

                   

Max!



   

                   

Put me down! Let me go!

Aaah! Put me down!



   

                   

Dani? Dani?



   

                   

Dani!



   

                   

Max. Max.



   

                   

- Ohh.

- Get up.

- Ohh.

- Are you okay?



   

                   

- Ohh.

- Come on, get up.

- Where's Dani?



   

                   

Use thy voice, Sarah!

Fill the sky!



   

                   

Bring the little brats to die!



   

                   

Come, little children



   

                   

I'll take thee away



   

                   

Into a land



   

                   

Of enchantment



   

                   

Come, little children



   

                   

The time's come to play



   

                   

Here in my garden



   

                   

Of magic



   

                   

- Dani!

- Dani!



    

                   

Hey! Hey, you guys!



    

                   

Don't listen to her!

Hey! Up here!



    

                   

- Don't listen to her!

- Max! Max, I've figured it out.



    

                   

- What?

- Winifred said...



    

                   

the candle's magic

will soon be spent...



    

                   

and dawn approaches.



    

                   

The black fame candle only brought

them back for this one Halloween night.



    

                   

And unless they can steal

the lives of children,



    

                   

when the sun comes up

they're dust.



    

                   

Yeah, but how can we

make the sun come up?



    

                   

They've got Dani.



    

                   

We need a miracle.



    

                   

The children are coming.



    

                   

- Ohh! Well done, sister Sarah.

- Mmm! Good, good, good, good!



    

                   

Let me out of here!



    

                   

Hurry, okay? Oh, watch out!



    

                   

Come on! Get out of the way!

Move it!



    

                   

- Aaah! I'm gonna ralph.

- Open up!



    

                   

No more candy, please!

Oww! Oww!



    

                   

- Soon the lives of all thy

little friends will be mine,

- Oww! Oww!



    

                   

and I shall be young

and beautiful again forever.



    

                   

It doesn't matter how young or old

you are! You sold your soul!



    

                   

You're the ugliest thing that's

ever lived, and you know it!



    

                   

You die first.



    

                   

- No!

- Ahh! 'Tis ready!



    

                   

- Pry open her mouth.

- Gladly.



    

                   

- Dani, don't drink it!

- Shut up, you!



    

                   

- Don't drink it, Dani!

- Come on, open your mouth.



    

                   

- Open up--

- Aah!

- Aah! She bit me!



    

                   

She bit me, Winnie!



    

                   

Prepare to die!



    

                   

- Again.

- You!



    

                   

- You have no powers here, you fool!

- Hollywood!



    

                   

- Maybe not!

- Come here!

- But there's a power

greater than your magic,



    

                   

- and that's knowledge!

- Hey, come on, man!



    

                   

- And there's one thing that

I know that you don't!

- Ohh!



    

                   

And what is that, dude?



    

                   

Daylight savings time.



    

                   

'' Daylight savings time.''



    

                   

- Winnie!

- Aaah!

- Aaah!



    

                   

The sun! No!



    

                   

- Max! Get me out of here!

- The sun!



    

                   

It hurts!



    

                   

- Don't worry, Binx!

I've got you! I'm here!

- Aah! Hot! Hot cat! Hot cat!



    

                   

Hey! Let me outta here!



    

                   

Help! Help! Hey! Hollywood!

Help us out here.



    

                   

- Tubular.

- Aaah! Aaah!



    

                   

- Yes!

- Let me outta here, man!



    

                   

- Come on, Dani, let's go!

- Let me outta here, man!



    

                   

Max! I wanna see her

turn to dust!



    

                   

Pump it!



    

                   

Allison!



    

                   

I am alive!



    

                   

Damn that boy.

He's tricked us again.



    

                   

- Oh, you're right. You're always right.

I don't know how you do it--

- It's my curse!



    

                   

- That, and you two. Get off me,

you thundering oafs!

- Ohh! Sorry.



    

                   

Look! The candle's almost out,

and my potion--



    

                   

My beautiful potion.



    

                   

Look! There's just

enough left for one child.



    

                   

Get the vial.



    

                   

Come on! Move it!



    

                   

Oh, joy! What luck!



    

                   

This is perfect for that

little towheaded brat.



    

                   

- We have a child.

- Him!

- Him!



    

                   

And look, Winnie, more children

are arriving. Come on in.



    

                   

Winnie. Winnie, we will make more potion

because, Winnie, we have the book!



    

                   

We haven't the time!



    

                   

Besides, I want to get that little

rat-faced kid that called me--



    

                   

- Oh! Oh, don't say it.

Don't even say it.

- Ugly?



    

                   

- Oh, honey. I know.

- She really hurt my feelings.



    

                   

- She's jealous.

- She doesn't even know me!

- I know. I know. And she said--



    

                   

- You know, I always wanted a child.

- I know.



    

                   

- And now I think I'll have one.

- Mm-hmm?



    

                   

On toast!



    

                   

- Step on it, Max!

- Are they following us?



    

                   

- No.

- Good.



    

                   

Pull over! Let me see

your driver's permit.



    

                   

Resisting arrest?

Aah! Whoa!



    

                   

- Yee-hah!

- Way to go!

- Whoo-hoo!



    

                   

Hurry! Hurry!



    

                   

- Run!

- Go, go, go, go, go!



    

                   

Come on! Let's get a move on!



    

                   

- Max!

- No, wait, Dani!



    

                   

Run, Dani, run! Come on!



    

                   

Billy! Billy, listen to me!



    

                   

Kill him if you must!

just bring me that child, that Dani!



    

                   

And put some wiggle in it,

you putrid, festering sore!



    

                   

Don't dawdle! Come along now!



    

                   

Come along now! Kill him!



    

                   

Do it now!



    

                   

Wench! Trollop!



    

                   

You bucktoothed,

mop-riding firefy from hell!



    

                   

- Aaah!

- I've waited centuries to say that.



    

                   

Well, say what you want.

just don't breathe on me.



    

                   

Billy! I killed you once!



    

                   

I shall kill you again,

you maggoty malfeasance!



    

                   

Hang on to your head!



    

                   

- Max, run!

- Max, come on, move!

Move out of the way!



    

                   

Wait, wait! Wait! Wait!

No! No. No.



    

                   

He's a good zombie. Come on.



    

                   

Come on, then. We'll have to hold them

out until dawn. It's our only hope.



    

                   

Hi, Billy.



    

                   

- You'll be safe in here.

- Thank you.



    

                   

- You okay, Dani?

- Yeah, fine.



    

                   

- All right then.

- Ooh.

- In we go. Ahh.



    

                   

Here they come!

Billy, grab Dani!



    

                   

Max, Allison, spread out!



    

                   

For the last time,

prepare to meet thy doom!



    

                   

You little pest.

I've had enough of you.



    

                   

- Billy!

- Go to hell!



    

                   

Oh, I've been there, thank you.

I found it quite lovely.



    

                   

- Ohh! Aah!

- Huh?



    

                   

- Billy, I think you dropped this.

- Uh-huh.



    

                   

Oh, God.



    

                   

Max!



    

                   

Dani!



    

                   

Bye-bye, big brother!



    

                   

- All right, you little trollimog.

- Aaah!



    

                   

Hold on, Dani!



    

                   

This'll teach ya

to call people ugly!



    

                   

Open your mouth!

Open your mouth, I say!



    

                   

Ohh! Confound you!



    

                   

- Give me that vial!

- Put her down or I'll smash it!



    

                   

- Aaah!

- Smash it and she dies!



    

                   

- Max!

- No!



    

                   

- Max, no!

- Ohh!



    

                   

Now you have no choice!

You have to take me.



    

                   

What a fool to give up

thy life for thy sister's.



    

                   

- Go!

- Aaah!



    

                   

- Dani!

- Dani!

- Oh, Billy!



    

                   

- Billy!

- Are you okay? Ohh!



    

                   

- Put him down!

- Boy!

- Max!



    

                   

Max!



    

                   

Hallowed ground!

Hallowed ground!



    

                   

- Sisters!

- Winnie, I'm coming!



    

                   

Pull! Pull! Harder! Harder!



    

                   

Come on! Come on!



    

                   

I'm going to teach you a lesson

you'll never forget!



    

                   

Sarah!



    

                   

Help!



    

                   

- Here!

- Pull!

- Harder!



    

                   

Hold on, Max! Hold on!



    

                   

Let go now!



    

                   

Book!



    

                   

Winnie!



    

                   

Good-bye.



    

                   

Uh-oh.



    

                   

Ooh. Bye-bye.



    

                   

Huh?



    

                   

Oh, yeah.



    

                   

Ha! Max!



    

                   

Max? Are you okay?



    

                   

Yeah, I think so.



    

                   

- You saved my life.

- Well, I had to. I'm your big brother.



    

                   

- I love you, jerkface.

- I love you too.



    

                   

Come on.



    

                   

Bye, Billy. Have a nice sleep.



    

                   

- Hey, Billy.

- Huh?



    

                   

Thanks.



    

                   

Where's Binx?



    

                   

Binx? Binx.



    

                   

Binx!



    

                   

- He's gone. He's gone, Dani.

- But he can't die, remember?



    

                   

Wake up, Binx! Binx, wake up!



    

                   

Like last time!



    

                   

Dani. Come on.

Please don't be sad for me.



    

                   

- Binx? Is that you?

- Yeah.



    

                   

The witches are dead.

My soul's finally free.



    

                   

You freed me, Dani. thank you.



    

                   

Hey, Max, thanks for

lighting the candle.



    

                   

Thackery! Thackery Binx!



    

                   

It's Emily.



    

                   

I shall always be with you.



    

                   

Thackery Binx,

what took thee so long?



    

                   

I'm sorry, Emily.



    

                   

I had to wait  OO years for

a virgin to light a candle.



    

                   

i put a spell on you



    

                   

i put a spell on you



    

                   

- I thought L.A. was a party town.

- Yeah!



    

                   

- Whoo.

- Wow!



    

                   

Row, row, row your boat



    

                   

- Gently down the stream

- Row, row, row your boat



    

                   

- Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

- Gently down the stream



    

                   

- Life is but a dream

- Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily



    

                   

- Life is but a dream

- Row, row, row your boat



    

                   

Gently down the stream



    

                   

i put a spell on you



    

                   

-And now you're gone

- Gone, gone, gone, so long



    

                   

My whammy fell on you



    

                   

-And it was strong

-So strong, so strong, so strong



    

                   

Your wretched little lives

have all been cursed



    

                   

'Cause of all the witches

working I'm the worst



    

                   

i put a spell on you



    

                   

And now you're mine



    

                   

Watch out, watch out

Watch out, watch out



    

                   

Oh, she ain't lyin'



    

                   

If you don't believe

you'd better get superstitious



    

                   

-Ask my sisters

- Ooh, she's vicious



    

                   

Uhh! Eee!

i put a spell on you



    

                   

A wicked spell



    

                   

i put a spell on you

Sisters!



    

                   

Ah-say-into-pie

Oppa-maybe-uppen-die



    

                   

Ah-say-into-pie

Oppa-maybe-uppen-die



    

                   

- In-kama-koray-ah-ma

- In-kama-koray-ah-ma



    

                   

- Hey

- Hey!

- High

- High!



    

                   

-Say

- Say!

- Bye

- Bye!



    

                   

Bye



    

                   

Bye-bye





 
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