Bridge To Terabithia Page #3

Terabithia.

Shh.

Everybody tiptoe. OK, ready?

Happy birthday!

Make a wish.

- Yay!

- What'd you wish for?

- This is cheap junk.

- No, it isn't.

- I love it.

- How? It doesn't even work.

I don't think we have

the hang of it yet, Dad.

You know what? Keep the box.

We'll see if we can take it back.

Daddy, there's something

in the greenhouse.

That's the last thing I need,

some animal chewing it's way in here.

What are you going to do

if you catch it?

These vegetables are our livelihood.

Can't afford to share them

with animals that get in here.

- So, you're gonna kill it?

- Have to.

Well, he's not gonna

get in here now, right, Dad?

Hope not. But if he does,

you just let me deal with it.

Is there anything else

I can help you with?

No, why don't you go on and do

your homework, I'll clean this mess up.

Under the seat.

I heard it was

your birthday yesterday.

- Like it?

- Wow.

It must've cost a fortune.

What's it matter what it costs?

I don't know.

Well, I can take it back

and get a cheaper one, if you want.

Thanks... a lot.

Look.

The squogre and the vulture.

Hey, here he comes.

And a guy who can stand up to a squogre

is scared of a Hoager?

Ms. Edmunds?

- He speaks.

- Can I help you with those?

You sure can.

And you just made my day.

- Great.

- I'll get that one.

Thank you.

- Hey, guys.

- Oh, hi, boys.

How come you're so good at that?

- Good at what?

- Building stuff.

You're good at it for a girl.

Same way I'm fast... for a girl.

You know what I mean.

You're pretty good at art... for a boy.

OK, OK, truce.

Don't your parents notice

this stuff's missing?

Not when they're in

the middle of writing a book.

What's that?

Show yourselves!

It's a giant troll!

No, it's a giant tree

that almost killed us!

You think that tree

just fell all by itself?

Come on.

When the Dark Master saw

the squogres weren't scaring us away,

- he sent a giant troll.

- How big?

That's how big its feet are.

- You really think so?

- What else could it be?

What should we do?

If we had a troll hunter, we could

track its scent and sneak up on it.

Hey, look at that! Come on!

I think it went that way!

We rule Terabithia,

and nothing crushes us!

I'll race you to the rope.

I love this place!

Go on, get out of here.

And don't come back.

What do you think you're doing?

- I took care of it for you.

- Did you, now? Now, how'd you do that?

I took him into the forest.

He's not coming back, promise.

Did he tell you he's gonna

stay the hell out of the greenhouse?

No, he went out there

and he's not coming...

Jess, you need to understand

something, OK?

This is not one of your cartoons. This

is just a pest that eats up our food,

money we earn and time we don't have.

- OK.

- Get your head out of the clouds

and do as I say.

OK.

Good night, sweetheart.

Sweet dreams.

Lights out, Jess.

Night, Dad.

Are we slaying the giant troll

after school today?

You've got your head

in the clouds, Leslie.

- Huh?

- There is no giant troll, all right?

Well, you better not let

the Terabithians hear you.

They thought you were their king.

Alexandra, my daddy gave me Twinkies!

Neither one squished, 'cause I

didn't put them next to my drink.

I'd shut up about those Twinkies.

You're just mad 'cause I

got some and you didn't.

Whatever. Don't cry to me

when you lose them.

I'll eat them, not lose them.

Jess! Jess!

Janice Avery stole my Twinkies!

Janice Avery stole my Twinkies!

- I told you, keep your mouth shut.

- She's there. What are you gonna do?

And she makes you pay to pee!

It's a dollar, shorty.

But I don't have a dollar.

That's not fair, is it?

Peeing's definitely supposed to be free.

Free to pee!

Free to pee! Free to pee! Free to pee!

Let's go.

I want my Twinkies, Janice Avery.

What Twinkies, Twinkie?

You're supposed to beat her up.

You're my brother!

Do you know what would happen

if I were to pick a fight with her?

You'll get your butt kicked.

No, I'd get kicked out of school for

fighting a girl. What's that prove?

She stole my Twinkies.

Come on.

It's all right, May Belle.

We'll get her back. Won't we, Jess?

Don't let

the Terabithians hear you.

They thought you were their king.

Jess! Jess!

Oh... Hi! Look at you!

That is your very own, certified,

purebred, giant troll hunter.

- He's for me?

- Yeah,

he just took a giant

pee all over my sweatshirt.

Wow, Jess. Thank you.

I name you Prince Terrien,

giant troll hunter extraordinaire.

P.T. for short.

Hey! I think he smells a troll.

Come on.

Oh, no! We've got company!

Dead meat! Dead meat!

- Dead meat! Dead meat!

- Hairy Vultures!

What's that?

It's a giant troll.

Nice feet.

Run!

Oh, my gosh!

I think we lost it.

Leslie...

- What's its weak spot?

- Does it have a weak spot?

I don't know!

Just making it madder!

P. T!

That's it! That's its weak spot!

It's ticklish!

- Gross!

- Troll toe jam.

Good boy, P.T. Good boy!

Good dog.

What's Janice's weak spot, you think?

Eighth-grade girl...

...probably eighth-grade boys.

Who's she got a crush on?

I don't know. Let's see...

...coolest boy in

eighth grade is probably...

...Willard Hughes.

- That's it.

- What's it?

Write, "Dear Janice..."

- You do it.

- No way.

Boys' handwriting sucks.

No offense.

It's gotta be you.

OK.

"Dear Janice,

you're the most amazing and

beautiful person I've ever known."

- How do I know which desk is hers?

- It's got dried-up blood and old bones.

"I do not know if you know this

about me, but I need to tell you,

I think you are so cool.

You are the coolest over

all the other girls in our school."

OK. Write this,

"Let's find out if what

I think we have is real."

- Oh, Mr. Bailey...

- Huh?

...I was looking for you.

- Me? Why?

I think someone threw up

in the girls' room.

All right, I'll take a look.

"Meet me by the bus

after school today.

We can ride home together

and talk about us."

Underline and capitalize the "us."

"All my love, Willard."

You know, if we get caught,

they're both gonna kill us.

- I got your note.

- What are you talking about?

That was really sweet.

- I'm saving these seats.

- For who?

Willard Hughes is gonna

ride Janice home today.

- What are you talking about?

- Willard and Janice.

They're totally in love.

In your dreams.

Well, you better tell Willard that.

It looks like he's

heading home in his own bus.

Look at Janice!

Hey, Janice, what happened?

Didn't Willard know

he's in love with you?

Where's

your boyfriend, Janice?

- What just happened?

- He just walked away.

- Yes.

- You wanna go?

- Yeah.

- I wanna come.

- You can't.

- It's a free country!

Don't follow us, or I'll tell Alexandra

you still suck your thumb

and sleep with Mr. Blanky.

- So, what do you say?

- They must have finished their book.

- How do you know?

- Hey, Leslie.

- We need your help.

- Come on.

- Hey, Mom.

- Hey, Leslie, come on.

All right, let's go.

We're on a mission.

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