Halloweentown II: Kalabar's Revenge

(Marnie) Two years ago.

Before I even knew I was a witch.

That was the last time

I was in Halloweentown.

My mom Gwen.

My grandma Aggie. My sister Sophie

and my brother Dylan and I

all had to join together

and use the power of the Cromwell

witch family to defeat Kalabar.

An evil warlock who's had a thing

for my mother since they were teenagers.

Halloweentown

was always a happy place

where creatures of different sizes

and shapes and species...

some of them downright weird...

could live apart from the real world

in peace and harmony.

So. After we saved Halloweentown.

Grandma decided

to leave her comfy house there

and live with our family

in the mortal world.

Now it's Halloween night again.

The only night we can pass freely

between Halloweentown and our world.

I'm thinking about Halloweentown.

I wonder how it's changed.

Grandma says things in Halloweentown

are always changing.

I know nothing has changed at our house.

Mom and Grandma are fighting again.

(female computer voice)

What's going on at your party?

Ehh... I'm avoiding it.

Why?

What's the matter?

(Sophie) Marnie,

Grandma wants you to come down.

([music] rock)

One per customer, please.

Yes, we have hats for everybody.

Everybody, now, don't...

Don't fight. No fighting.

Witches don't fight.

Oh, now, if you're going to be

real witches and warlocks,

we need brooms, too, right?

Here we go.

Ooh! Magic, magic, brooms, brooms.

There you are, dear.

You got here just at the

right time, Marnie.

Now, perhaps you'd like

to take our little partygoers

for a little spin around the house.

Grandma, I don't think

this is a very good idea.

What? Oh, fiddle.

I can't let your mother

spoil my fun every day of the year.

- Mother.

- Oh, hello, dear.

I spend all of my time

trying to keep you

from turning my own daughters

against me.

Now you're gonna corrupt

all the children in the neighborhood.

Mom, we're not turning against you.

My dear, if you want to reject your

heritage, that's your business,

but someone has to take my place

as head of the Cromwell line,

and I know Marnie is just the stuff.

Or me.

I'd be good, too.

- That's right. That's right.

- All right, dress-up's over.

We've got bobbing for apples

right over there.

- (children groaning)

- Oh, yes, it's fun. It's fun. Go play.

Well, I hope you're happy.

Oh, ecstatic.

I'll take Grandma.

(woman) Hey. Gort. Are you home?

- (gruff voice) What do you want?

- Hi. Gort.

I'm asking everyone for a small donation

for the Halloweentown school.

Forget it. Astrid.

I don't give to charity.

Astrid, you're forever the optimist.

That's Gort, right?

He's the one who steals the socks?

Oh, he doesn't steal them.

He's more like a junk magnet.

Everything in the

universe that gets lost...

that other sock,

the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle,

the earring you put down

for just a second...

they all end up in Gort's front yard.

Not that he's willing

to part with any of it.

(jingling sound)

(Sophie) Oh, look, there's Benny.

Why don't you go back to Halloweentown

tonight while the portal's open?

I know you miss Astrid and Benny

and all your friends there.

(chuckles)

After a year away,

going back for just a few hours...

is harder than not going back at all.

No, I'll just wait till next Halloween,

and then I can take Marnie for the year.

But won't a year in Halloweentown

feel like 100 years to her?

Oh, becoming the head of the Cromwell

witches takes commitment, Sophie.

She can't live in both worlds.

She has to choose.

Ohh, look, look, look.

There's Luke.

Oh, he's becoming a fine young goblin,

hasn't he?

Look, look. H...

- What's the matter, dear?

- Somebody's coming.

Who?

I don't know.

- Come on.

- Well, I... I...

Do you think it could be someone...

I didn't invite anyo...

Come on, Grandma. Hide.

And do the thingy with your door.

It's not supposed to be there

when we have guests.

Ohh, your mother's rules.

- Mom.

- What?

I... I'm not turning against you.

I love you.

But I'm a witch.

I can't just not be.

I'm sorry that I got mad at you.

It's just so frustrating.

I want you to learn what I know, too.

Magic can give you

whatever you wish for,

but nothing's worth anything

if you can get it just by wishing.

- That's what your dad taught me.

- But I don't use magic for everything.

I don't use it on tests.

All right.

There was that one algebra test...

Marnie, you can't pick and choose.

If you go to Halloweentown for a year,

that's gonna become your life.

You're a stranger

in this world after that.

Knock, knock.

The bomb.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Dad, I found 'em.

Hi, I'm Alex.

This is my son Cal.

We just moved in down the street,

and we heard about your party.

Oh, well, welcome to

the neighborhood. I'm

Gwen, and this is my daughter Marnie.

Hi.

If all witches were as pretty as you,

they'd have a better reputation.

Oh. Thanks.

Can I put those in the freezer for you?

Whatever you want.

They're for you. Uh, for the party.

I hope you like lime.

Green's my favorite color.

OK.

Is the rest of your family coming, too?

Oh, it's just me and Cal.

Oh. Well, lime is good.

- Good.

- I've got some scoops over here.

(Alex) Let me help you.

(whispers) Rrarr!

That's Cindy.

Yeah.

Well, it's a little crowded in here.

You wanna give me a tour?

Sure.

Let's go this way.

This is it.

- So, um, when did you move in?

- Just tonight, actually.

Really? And your dad let you come

to our party? Don't you have to unpack?

No. My dad doesn't waste his breath

on stuff like that.

He lets me figure it out myself.

Uh, so has anyone

asked you to go with them

to the costume party at the high school?

Why?

Did you want to ask me?

Well, that depends on whether or not

that would be ridiculous.

Dylan, you're not even

wearing a costume.

Oh. Well, I'm not really into

the whole Halloween thing.

But that's the whole point of the party.

Most disgusting costume wins a prize

after the unmasking at midnight.

- Might that prize be a kiss?

- That's disgusting.

(laughs)

(Marnie) When we moved in last year,

I finally got my own room.

- Huh.

- What?

Oh, I don't know. It's just,

usually people's rooms look like 'em.

Yours doesn't.

What do you mean?

Well, you strike me as unconventional,

but in a good way.

Yeah, well, my room is kind of ordinary.

My mom likes ordinary, I guess.

Oh, she's the boss, huh?

Well, there is my grandma's room.

Why?

What's hers like?

I'll show you.

Was that there before?

Shh.

This is a secret.

Wow.

This is so cool.

Does she do it like

this every Halloween?

She's very into the whole witch thing.

Um, stories, I mean, about witches.

(Cal) Yeah, I guess so.

"Hair of werewolf."

- This must not be easy to get.

- It wasn't, believe m...

Um, I mean, in the old

days of fairy tales.

Oh. So you know about

this witch stuff, too.

- A little.

- Do you know any magic spells?

Well, sure,

but they're pretend ones, of course.

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