Hocus Pocus Page #4

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- 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 wouldnt.|- 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.

Arent 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. Youre just getting everybody worked up.|- Well, listen to him. Listen to him. He's fine!

- Your kids are in danger.|- What do you mean?

30O years ago the Sanderson|Sisters bewitched people.

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