Bedknobs and Broomsticks Page #5

The legend is that finally the

animals rebelled at the experiment,

killed Astoroth

and stole many of his powers.

lncluding the star

with the spell on it.

Possibly.

They found a ship, sailed away

and were never heard of again.

However, there is a final notation

in my half of the book

saying that in the 1 7th century

a shipwrecked lascar

was taken from the sea

half mad with thirst

and exposure to the sun.

Before he died, he swore he had seen

an island ruled by animals.

Where?

There is,

l regret to say, no such island.

l looked for it in every chart.

The lsle of Naboombu does not exist.

lt does too! Got my own...

- What is he trying to say?

- Nothing!

When he don't say nothing,

he mumbles.

l wish the child to speak!

- Now you've done it.

- There is too such a place.

Got my own book. There.

Real pretty letters, ain't it?

- Let me see it.

- You're not interested, Bookman.

- lt's just a children's book.

- l'll be the judge of that.

- Give it to me.

- No.

Please don't annoy me.

- Give me the book, boy.

- Not likely.

Bit of a stalemate, isn't it?

lf it's all the same to you,

l'd rather use my own.

Sentiment, you know.

Come along, Paul. lt's time to go.

Go? How, my dear? The door is locked.

Observe the fundamental weakness

of the criminal mind.

- You will believe no one or anything.

- l understand.

- The knob, Paul.

- Course you do, my dear.

We can tell them the complete truth.

They will believe nothing.

He's up to something, you know.

Before your very eyes, l shall cause

this bed and the occupants on it

to disappear.

l should like to see a cheap-jack

tenth-rate entertainer

do a trick like that.

''Cheap-jack entertainer.''

- That was naughty.

- All right, Paul.

- Where to?

- To the lsland of Naboombu.

- l'm very curious about that place.

- Good.

Bed, take us

to the lsland of Naboombu.

Enough of this nonsense!

Get the book!

Beastly climate.

l never did fancy the sea.

- Where are we?

- Naboombu, of course.

l've never seen

no island like this before.

l'm afraid we may have

fallen into the lagoon.

That's right.

Here we are on page three.

Oi, Mr Codfish!

Hello, young fellow!

Welcome to Naboombu Lagoon.

Now l'm hearing things.

Fish don't talk.

Not too bright, is he?

- He's my brother.

- Oh? Sorry.

Mr Codfish,

where is the lsland of Naboombu?

You mean the land part? Oh, that.

Straight up. You can't miss it.

None of my business, of course,

but l shouldn't go there

if l were you.

- Having troubles, they are.

- Troubles?

He's right, you know.

A lot of trouble.

Trouble or not,

we should be getting along.

- l wish to see who is in charge.

- What's the rush?

lt's really rather splendid

down here. For you, my dear.

Thank you.

How pleasant...

Bobbing along

Bobbing along on the bottom

of the beautiful briny sea

What a chance to get a better peep

At the plants and creatures

of the deep

We glide

Far below the rolling tide

Serene

Through the bubbly blue and green

It's lovely bobbing along

Bobbing along on the bottom

of the beautiful briny sea

What if the octopus,

the flounder and the cod

Think we're rather odd?

It's fun to promenade

Bobbing along, singing a song

On the bottom

of the beautiful briny sea

Look!

It's lovely bobbing along

Bobbing along on the bottom

of the beautiful briny sea

What a chance to get a better peep

At the plants

and creatures of the deep

It's grand

When you're dancing on the sand

Each glance

Bubbles over with romance

It's lovely bobbing along

Bobbing along through the water

Where we get along swimmingly

Far from the frenzy

of the frantic world above

- Two beneath the blue

- Could even fall in love

Bobbing along, singing a song

On the bottom

of the beautiful briny sea

Bobbing along, singing a song

On the bottom of the beautiful briny,

shimmery shiny

Beautiful briny sea

Bravo!

Most exciting, most exciting.

You've won the ruddy cup.

Help!

This time l really caught a whopper!

People! Oh, no!

What scurvy luck.

- My goodness!

- l'll deal with this, my dear.

- Don't you know that...

- Good day, captain.

l used to be a bit

of a seafaring man myself.

Many's the time

l've shipped out of Portsmouth.

Delighted to meet a fellow mariner.

Now stow it, mate.

- Oh, really!

- Can't you read reading?

lt says... ''No peopling allowed.''

- Ridiculous!

- Don't antagonise him, Mr Browne.

That means l've got to throw you

all back. That's what to do.

Wait it minute! lt says here

that anybody can see the king.

- And that's the law.

- Where do it say that?

Here in my book.

So it do.

But if you people knew

what was good for you,

you'd get yourselves

all throwed back.

The king don't like people!

Nonetheless, we must see the king

on an urgent personal matter.

Please lead the way.

But just don't say

l didn't warn you. See?

Follow me.

Get out of here!

Yes. What can l do for you?

l caught some people

down at the sea lagoon.

They want to see the king.

Really? Well, we can't be bothered

with that sort of thing now, can we?

l don't know that l fancy this.

His Majesty is in a frightful rage.

Excuse me, sir.

As an all-round entertainer,

l am considered not without talent.

Perhaps l can cheer him up.

No, no. You don't understand.

As everyone knows,

His Majesty is

the world's greatest soccer player.

But due to a technical problem,

the Royal Cup match

cannot take place today.

And His Majesty

had so set his heart on it!

Throw these... creatures

back into the sea.

Aye, aye, sir.

Just a moment! l can help!

Do you really think so?

l'd be most grateful.

Do you know soccer?

Do l know anything about soccer?

Why, l was captain of Tottenham

Hotspurs for two years.

Three seasons

with Manchester United...

Yes, yes. You'll do.

Come this way, please.

Mr Browne,

are you certain you'll be all right?

Now what?

Not an ideal person

in many respects,

but Mr Browne is a very brave man.

Do you think he's done for?

Do you think so?

l can't tell you how

l appreciate this.

For some reason

we have great difficulty

finding referees round here.

lf there be one thing we like,

it's volunteers, eh, Birdy?

He's a proper king!

Look at his crown!

What's he got round his neck?

What a magnificent... ornament, sire.

Ah, yes.

Wouldn't be without it.

Been in the family for years.

The Star of Astoroth!

You're to sit

in His Majesty's royal box.

No littering, no chewing, no fruit

or wrappers or sweets. Please.

Rise, please.

Loyal fans,

this is official.

We have a volunteer referee.

Let the match begin!

He's still wearing it!

Right, Dirty Yellows,

let's have a clean game.

Right, True Blues, best foot forward.

Weird sort of game they play here.

Hurry up! Get rid of it!

Gracious!

You're doing fine, matey.

Move it around.

Get on with the match!

- Foul!

- They're only animals.

That's no excuse for dirty football.

Ref, are you blind?

Be quiet, Charles!

Don't forget who the referee is!

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