Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium Page #6

all day at the store...

I thought you said you were leaving.

Certainly.

Excuse me. See ya.

Well, Mahoney...

Don't go.

My darling.

I'm not ready.

I'm not ready for it to end.

I'm sorry.

When King Lear dies in Act 5,

do you know what Shakespeare

has written?

He's written, "He dies. "

That's all, nothing more.

No fanfare, no metaphor,

no brilliant final words.

The culmination

of the most influential work

of dramatic literature is:

"He dies. "

It takes Shakespeare, a genius,

to come up with "He dies. "

And yet every time

I read those two words,

I find myself overwhelmed

with dysphoria.

And I know it's only

natural to be sad,

but not because

of the words "He dies,"

but because of the life we saw

prior to the words.

I've lived all five

of my acts, Mahoney,

and I am not asking you

to be happy that I must go.

I'm only asking

that you

turn the page,

continue reading...

and let the next story begin.

And if anyone ever asks

what became of me,

you relate my life

in all its wonder,

and end it with

a simple and modest "He died. "

I love you.

I love you, too.

Your life is an occasion.

Rise to it.

Good-bye, my love.

L- It's... not that bad.

We can bring it back.

Right, Mahoney?

Mahoney?

Let's just run the store and...

see if it picks up.

- I'm sorry, Eric.

- I'll help you.

Just don't leave.

- Eric...

- Mahoney, don't leave.

I'm sorry.

It just needs a little magic.

I know.

I don't have any.

This chapter is called

"A New Beginning. "

Eric?

What are you doing?

I'm playing "JenniferJuniper. "

Why?

Because someone requested it.

No, why are you here?

Because I have to make money, Eric.

Then run the store.

I can't.

Look.

I would love to run the store,

but I can't.

I'm not Mr. Magorium.

Is that why it's for sale?

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to let you down.

Is this what you want?

No...

No, but I don't know

how to do anything else.

Stop saying that.

Eric, I understand

this is hard for you.

This is really hard for me, too.

But I cannot be a kid anymore.

That's why Mr. Magorium

gave you the store.

My Lord...

no wonder you're

going out of business.

It's... depressing.

Can I play over there?

- Sure.

- What? No...

Jack, please don't touch anything.

Actually, ma'am, it's okay.

He can play with anything he likes.

Let me show you the

spiral staircases here.

Do you know how it works?

Okay, I'll show you.

Cool. That's neat.

Yeah...

It's a magnet.

How does a magnet work?

I don't know.

It's, uh...

Is it magic?

Well...

I believe it is.

...leads to the apartments upstairs.

They're an excellent

source of income.

Those planets and the rocket...

I have to say-

the use of this space is

completely impractical.

It...

it wasn't built for practicality.

Oh.

Well, it certainly is a large

enough space for the price.

Are the fixtures included?

Yeah- the cash register...

the slide, the tree,

the planets,

the rocket ship,

the Door of Rooms...

Okay!

Great.

Well, I'll let you know.

Okay, Jack, honey?

- Come on, we're leaving.

- Mom, you gotta see this!

You know what?

I don't have time for this.

Mommy's got a lot of

other properties to see.

Rub that in.

Okay.

We'll be in touch.

Mommy, it's magic!

Eric?

I'm here to make you a

substantial offer for the store.

What?

Although I am unable to offer

the full amount and I'm nine,

I think you may be interested

in my proposal.

The following simply states

that I can offer Mahoney

a down payment

of $237 in pennies,

nickels, dimes and a Christmas

check from my grandma.

And then I am willing

to pay you

my allowance

and a hefty percentage

of the store's profit

on a weekly basis.

Keep in mind that my age

works as a benefit,

as it means that I have

more weeks left

in my life than

the typical buyer,

which means more allowances.

Why are you doing this?

I...

want to get into

the real estate game.

Flip a few properties,

make my mark on the city.

Eric...

The only thing we can invest in

- is the future.

- Buddy...

- I want to...

- Eric.

Stop.

I don't want someone else

to have the store, all right?

I don't want it to change.

Okay. All right.

I'll throw in my hat collection.

Don't throw in your hat collection.

But there has to be something.

Please.

She's about to make

a terrible mistake, Mutant.

We can't let her do that.

As my friend...

...help me... please.

- Hi.

- Hello.

Wow.

What happened in here?

I don't think you'd understand.

Well, I've got news.

Yeah?

You've got an offer on the store.

It's a good offer.

Cash offer.

From the lady earlier today.

Wow.

I know it's late,

but the woman's very aggressive.

I thought you should

look it over tonight

and come up with a decision

by tomorrow morning.

Okay.

Do you think I should take it?

Well...

Do you think I should take it?

In my professional opinion,

it is a very unique offer

and it's a lot more

than we expected.

I- I... I think

you'd be a fool

not to take it.

But I am not here as a professional.

I'm here as your friend.

And I think

you should keep the store.

You don't even believe

in this store.

- No, but...

- I... I can't.

I want to, but I just can't.

You "just" can't.

Yeah. I guess not.

What do you got there?

Oh, it's the Congreve Cube.

It's supposed to help me unlock

some great mystery or something.

- Looks like a block of wood.

- It is.

Are you supposed to unlock

a mystery with a block of wood?

It's a magical

block of wood, Mutant.

It's a block of wood that

probably, in the right hands,

would reveal some greatness that...

we can't even imagine.

That's impossible.

This is what you don't understand.

What you have somehow missed.

Every minute

of every day in every corner

of this store,

what happened was the impossible.

Do you honestly

believe all that stuff?

- Yes!

- That this store was magic?

You never saw it.

That that block of wood is more

than just a block of wood?

Absolutely.

I believe it with my entire heart.

But the disheartening truth

is that only Mr. Magorium

could make it so.

- Um...

- It was his Emporium, not mine.

- J-Just, uh...

- Look, I appreciate

- you coming here, but it's over.

- Say that thing

about that block of wood

that's not magic.

It is magic.

- What is wrong with you, Mutant?

- Say it one more time,

that that's more

than just a block of wood.

It is absolutely more

than just a block of woo...

Well, it moves, for one thing.

Move.

Come on, you can

do better than that.

Move!

All right.

Don't worry.

If you fall, I'll just

pick you right back up.

Move.

No way.

This chapter is called

"You Have to Believe It to See It...

Or Messing with the Mutant. "

MAHONEY Mutant.

Mutant.

You gotta wake up, Sleeping Beauty.

There are people here.

Mm... What?

Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.

Hi.

Morning.

I'm sorry

to wake you up,

but you've slept long enough.

What's wrong with your head?

It hurts.

I hit it pretty hard.

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