Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium
This is one of my favorite
stories of all time,
even though it begins in a basement.
I'm gonna tell it
the way it was written
by this guy- Bellini-
Who lives underneath
the amazing, the remarkable...
Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium.
And, yes...
he sleeps with a dolly.
Bellini's job
is to build all the books
for all the kids
who come to the Emporium.
But it is also to chronicle the
life of Mr. Magorium himself.
Mr. Magorium once made toys
for Napolon,
beat Abraham Lincoln
at hopscotch
There were those
My mom called him an eccentric.
And this one guy from Detroit
inexplicably called him "Steve. "
But Magorium's story
was reaching its final chapters.
That's okay-all stories,
even the ones we love,
must eventually come to an end...
...and when they do,
it's only an opportunity
So the beginning of the end
begins with a chapter called,
"Molly Mahoney's First. "
Molly Mahoney was the manager
of the Emporium,
Mr. Magorium's apprentice,
and my only friend.
In the mornings,
Mahoney would play her piano,
attempting to finish
her very first concerto,
the right notes.
When she was younger,
everyone thought
she was a musical genius,
a brilliant pianist,
and she believed them.
But now,
as she became a grown-up,
She wasn't so sure.
I don't know why grown-ups
don't believe what they did
when they were kids.
I mean, aren't they supposed
to be smarter?
opportunity to prove to herself
that she was something more
than she believed.
And that opportunity
was about to appear.
And so that's how
this chapter begins...
with my hat getting stuck.
Eric.
Hi, Mahoney.
You're back.
Yeah.
I thought camp was four weeks.
No, no... just the one.
Uh-huh.
My hat's stuck.
Huh.
Looks like you're
gonna need a ladder.
Nah.
I just need to jump higher.
Eric, that's seven feet, at least.
Seven feet?
- Really?
- At least.
a running start?
Yeah.
So, did you make any friends
at camp?
Yeah.
Uh... Jeff.
Is Jeff real?
Yeah. Sure.
Is he an animal?
He was a squirrel.
Good morning.
ERIC Gotcha.
Uh-oh.
That's a good way to lose a train.
# I love to sing. #
Mahoney.
Morning, sir.
Already?
Drat. Come in, come in.
How did you sleep?
Upside down.
Made my feet tingly.
Mortimer, get off the couch.
Do you like turnips?
Nobody likes turnips.
So you probably wouldn't
like turnip pudding.
Probably not.
It's a shame because I made some.
Sir, I was hoping to talk again
about what we spoke about last week.
About how paper
really shouldn't beat rock?
No, sir.
About me possibly finding a new job.
That's what I was saying.
What?
I stayed up all night
making turnip pudding,
and thinking, and
it occurred to me
that I've owned the Emporium
for over 113 years.
That's a very long time, Mahoney.
Yes, it is.
It's almost 114 years.
And not once
have I even
looked at a receipt,
so I have absolutely no idea
what the store is worth.
Well, that's probably not very good.
Exactly.
Mortimer... fetch.
Stupid zebra.
I'm hiring an accountant.
- A what?
- An accountant.
According to the word,
it must be a cross between
a "counter" and a "mutant. "
And that may be precisely
what we need.
That's great, but...
I'm pretty sure that word
is pronounced...
I placed a call
into one of those agencies
and they said they'd send over
one of their best mutants
sometime today, hmm?
So consider the matter settled.
How is the matter settled?
Quite perfectly in my opinion.
- Come with me.
- Sir?
- Hmm?
- I'm serious.
What?
I'm stuck.
Ooh! To my floor?
No, sir.
Then what?
Like as a person.
You remember
when I was a little girl,
and I could play Rachmaninoff's
2nd Piano Concerto
and everyone was talking
about my potential?
Mm-hmm.
Well, I am 23 now,
and everyone's still talking
about my potential,
but if you ask me to play
the song I know best...
I'll still play Rachmaninoff's 2nd.
May I suggest
you stun the world
with Molly Mahoney's First?
I want to.
But I am stuck.
Come with me.
This, my lovely, is for you.
Thank you.
What is it?
It's the Congreve Cube.
It looks like a big block of wood.
It is a big block of wood.
But now, it's your
big block of wood.
Thank you.
I was just saying
last night
I don't have enough
big blocks of wood.
Unlikely adventures
require unlikely tools.
Are we going on an adventure?
Well, my dear, we're already on one.
All I will say is this:
With faith... love...
this block... and
a counting mutant,
you may find yourself somewhere
you've never imagined.
And with that...
let's open the store.
Wait, sir?
Mortimer, I'm way ahead of you.
Stay out of the refrigerator.
Sir...
Yes, my honeycomb?
You're wearing your pajamas.
Flapdoodle.
Fore!
Whoa!
Whoo-whee!
Whoosh!
Eric, may I borrow your hat?
Sure!
Oh, excuse me. Hello.
Uh, how much are you asking
for that fish mobile up there?
- Oh, that one.
- Yeah.
Well, that's $50.
- Fifty!
- Mm-hmm.
50- don't you think that's a
little high, just for a mobile?
Well, if you'll notice,
they're fresh fish.
Uh...
If you don't want
to spend that much,
we do have that fish mobile
over there for only $17.
But those are not fresh.
And they're high in cholesterol.
Molly? Molly Mahoney?
Yeah.
It's Dave. Dave Wolf.
I was in your physics
class in college.
Oh, hey!
Hey! Holy... cow.
You still work here?
Yeah!
I mean, well... yeah.
So, uh, what about you?
What are you up to?
I'm an engineer.
Congratulations.
You know, it's funny.
recognized you
if it wasn't for that finger thing.
Hah- comes in handy
on the cash register.
Do you still play the piano?
I do. Every day.
Well, I'm here for a week.
Where are you playing?
My apartment.
Oh, I-I thought...
Yeah- do you want me to wrap
any of these for you?
Oh, no. Thanks.
Uh... you know, it was
really nice to see you.
I always wondered
what happened to you.
It's good to see you.
Yeah, you too.
Wait, I'm... I'm sorry.
Bouncy Balls-
always trying to escape.
Okay, out.
Out.
And you.
You, too.
Sorry about that.
Take care.
Okay.
Ooh!
Aha...
Hiya.
Just, uh... uh, shopping.
Shopping.
Just, uh... shopping.
No matter what they tell you,
you don't have to stay in the lines.
Pardon me, miss.
Could you help me, please?
I can certainly try.
My grandson wants a fire engine
for his birthday,
with a ladder
that goes up
and a hose that squirts water.
And I can't find one.
This sounds like a job
for the Big Book.
This has all the toys
we have in stock.
Now, "E" for engine
or "F" for fire?
Let's try "F."
Wow!
How did you do that?
I didn't do it.
You must have done something.
Surprisingly, no.
It's the Book.
It's magic.
Come on, guys.
Bring it up higher!
Higher!
That's it!
Hey, get that bird
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