Hocus Pocus Page #3

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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 20th 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.

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