Mary And The Witch's Flower

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Close the valve!

Before the fire comes!

There she is!

She has the seeds!

Get her!

Don't just stand there!

Go get her!

Mary and The Witch's Flower

I'm so bored!

Mary, have you finished unpacking?

I'm working on it!

Oh, no...

I've only made things worse...

Hello, I'm Mary Smith.

I just transferred here.

I hate my hair.

Lunch is ready!

Come on down!

Coming!

I wonder if she's all unpacked.

Oh, I doubt it.

The boxes were still

stacked high this morning.

Good morning, Great-Aunt Charlotte.

Good morning.

Miss Banks, please let me help.

It's all right.

Thank you, the tea was delicious.

I can take that.

Oh, my.

I... I'm sorry.

Like I said, it's quite all right.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, Great-Aunt Charlotte.

Thank you.

Isn't there anything

I can help with?

Maybe that embroidery...

is too difficult for me.

You must be bored being with old folks.

Well, I didn't mean that...

There's no TV, no video games here.

But we do have a TV.

It's broken, though.

Oh my, it really is broken.

We'll get it fixed soon.

That'll be nice.

Say, your dad and mum

called last night.

Really? They're coming soon?

Their work isn't finished,

so it'll be a while longer.

Oh...

Good thing you came here early.

f you'd come with them,

you would've been late for school.

There's still a week left.

Wu fly by.

Once summer is over,

the village will be teeming with kids.

I'll probably die of boredom first.

Perfect weather for a picnic today.

Thank you.

I'm sure the funeral

will be over by evening.

Okay.

It's Zebedee.

I'm going to the garden.

Don't get in the way of his work.

I know.

Confucius, come along.

I guess you wouldn't.

Off I go.

Have fun.

She sure is a spirited little miss.

She leaps at everything she sees.

That's what I love about her.

Zebedee!

Huh, where did he go?

Zebedee.

What is it?

You startled me.

I didn't notice you there at all.

A gardener is part of the landscape.

Wow.

Let me help with that.

Thank you!

Be careful with them.

I will.

Um, uh... I'm sorry.

I should've known.

Children and dogs aren't

cut out for gardening.

A broomstick?

All right!

See, I knew I could do it.

But this is a bit big...

and hard to use...

So you're a person.

Thought you were a monkey.

A little red-haired monkey

covered in leaves.

Hey, that's no way to talk to a lady!

Oh, I almost forgot.

Hey!

Hello, Miss Banks!

Why Peter, good to see you.

Peter...

Mother asked me to deliver these.

Ah, thank you.

No vacation for you?

No, I've got work.

Is your mother well?

Yes, she'll come to the mayor's

funeral after work.

Then I'll see her later.

Zebedee, will you bring

the car around?

Right here, right here.

Later!

Want some?

Good? I'm glad.

It must be awful being a black cat,

everyone calling you bad luck.

I can relate, though.

I've got this frizzy red hair

and no friends to eat lunch with.

I end up failing at everything.

I doubt anything good will

ever happen in my life...

Hey!

Wait, I'm not finished talking!

It's grey now?

Now it's black again?

I've never been in the woods before.

Wait, I'll get lost without you.

Hey, I said wait for me.

It's all dried up?

There's two of you!

I see, you're a couple!

What's wrong?

How pretty.

I'm only taking one.

I wonder what it's called.

I'll ask Zebedee later.

Pretty, isn't it?

I found it in the woods.

The cats took me there.

A black cat and a grey cat.

I wonder where they're from.

The black one is Tib,

the grey one is Gib.

They're both Peter's.

Peter...

Oh, that boy's?

Not that cats ever belong to anyone.

We only assume they do.

But to think you found this

on your first trip to the woods...

She's called Fly-by-Night...

"Fly-by-Night"?

A rare flower, she is.

I've never seen a real one before.

She only grows in these woods

and only blooms once in seven years.

They say even witches once

sought after her.

Witches?

That's right, the Witch's Flower.

The Witch's Flower...

What could that be?

Tib!

What's the matter?

Did something happen?

Have a fight with Gib?

Tib?

There, there.

There's nothing to fear.

We'll go look for Gib tomorrow.

Tib?

Where is he?

Maybe he went after Gib by himself.

Mary.

Good morning.

Morning. I have a little favor

to ask, if you don't mind.

A favor? Yes, of course!

Would you deliver this?

Sure.

I wrote down the name and address.

Okay, I'm leaving now!

Oh, and there's an awful mist today,

so don't go into the woods!

I know!

Take care.

51 Village of Redmanor.

To Peter.

Peter?

Of all people, it had to be him.

Hey there, red-haired monkey.

My name happens to be Mary Smith.

So, you're called Mary.

Huh? What's this?

It's from Great-Aunt Charlotte.

Raspberry jam!

I love the raspberries from Redmanor!

Brilliant!

I better go thank her.

Ahem.

See you, I have to go look for Tib.

Tib?

Oh, so Tib went to your place?

He disappeared, though.

Is Gib there, too?

She's been missing since last night.

Gib, too?

Maybe they went back to

that place in the woods...

Stay away from the woods.

With all this mist, it's dangerous.

Don't follow me.

I'm looking for Gib, too.

And of course Tib...

Don't do it! We can't go

into the woods on misty days!

Oh, so you're afraid?

Coward.

Hey, I said wait!

Red-haired monkey!

Be quiet!

I didn't choose to have

frizzy red hair!

I wish...

I could change!

Mary...

Leave me alone.

But you shouldn't...

Don't you dare follow me!

Fine, I won't!

I'll never, ever, ever, ever forgive him!

Look at that mist.

Tib!

I knew you were here.

Tib, that flower...

Ow...

This isn't where we were yesterday...

Tib!

What's the matter?

Why'd you bring me here?

A broomstick?

What's a broomstick doing here?

It looks awfully old.

There's something written on it,

but I can't read it.

Look, Tib. It's the perfect size.

Now I can help Zebedee.

Tib, what are you up to?

What's going on?

The flower juice...

Wait, wait...

Huh? What is...?

I'm floating!

No, no, no, no, no!

What is... happening?

We're going to crash!

I'm sure this is just a dream...

What a large building.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Ow...

What just happened?

Why so many broomsticks?

Well well, you've made quite a mess.

I'll have to clean it up later.

But it looks like you'll be

needing a few lessons.

Poor broom deserves a better dismount.

There, there, there...

That's a good boy.

Hey, that tickles.

Here's your spot.

Get yourself some good rest.

Good boy.

Have you no love for your broom?

And brooms always go here!

That's a very strict rule.

I don't understand.

Where exactly am I?

Me? Flanagan's the name.

I used to teach broom riding,

and now I'm the stable master.

No, what I meant to ask was...

I know, I know.

You must be a new pupil, eh?

New pupil?

What do you mean?

"What do you mean," you ask,

with that fine cat as your familiar!

A familiar?

No, his name is Tib, and...

Ho! That's the first bell! Hurry!

They're strict about tardiness!

Hey, wait for me!

What a terrible dream.

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