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

and holds the current record

for time spent upside down.

There were those

who called Magorium a genius.

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

for another story to begin.

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,

but she never could find

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?

What Mahoney needed was the

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.

You think I should get

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.

I would never have

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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