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- You mean permanent-permanent?

- Indeed.

And, for many years,

it was a fine deterrent.

Until we had a small mishap.

How small?

A simple magical housekeeping lesson

went horribly wrong.

Half the freshman class

had to be sent home as teacups.

I'm just disappointed. I mean, I came

here to learn how to be a great witch.

- Like you.

- Marnie.

You will learn more about yourself here

than you ever imagined.

We are late for your next class.

"We?"

Good. The class is all here.

But, uh, no classroom.

Adaperio perplaceo.

This is the old castle dungeon.

It's usually off-limits, but this year

we've selected a few of you

for a very special

educational opportunity.

You will spend this semester

unearthing the treasures

of a millennium of Halloweentown history

buried beneath this castle.

Three-quarters of your grade will be

based on your personal discoveries.

You will be supervised in your work by

our own expert in all things historical,

Dr. Ichabod Grogg.

The fossil himself.

Hmm.

He's right behind me, isn't he?

- Yeah.

- A thousand years ago

this school was built on the ruins

of Miss Piper's ancestral home,

Cromwell Castle.

I will instruct you all

in the manual art

of archaeological recovery

and identification.

I expect great things.

Please gather round.

At any archaeological site these are

the tools of the trade you will use.

First the...

Boo.

You must be so curious

what's down there.

- What?

- What?

Priceless family heirlooms...

Buried treasure...

I'm just here to learn,

like everybody else.

But we're not like everyone else.

You heard what Goodwyn said.

What we find here determines our grade.

We're witches. We have powers.

Which would be unfair to use.

What's unfair is having our magic

bottled up like this.

I don't know about you,

but my fingers are just itching

to zap some nasty old Cromwell antiques

out of that hole.

...and paintbrushes...

Ew.

Dr. Grogg, look what I found.

- "S. Cromwell?"

- What's in there?

Gadzooks.

- How do I open it?

- Use a key?

Where is the key?

Don't look at me.

- You just had to show off.

- What?

You used magic in class.

It's all over school.

You could be expelled.

I didn't use magic.

Tell him, you guys,

I didn't use magic to dig up that box.

Sorry, Marnie, but it didn't look good.

Yeah, the whole earth-shaking

beam of light thing.

The box landed right in your hand.

But I didn't do anything.

It just came to me

like it wanted to be with me.

Like it... belonged to me.

And now,

a reading of the prophecy.

"And it shall come to pass,

at the close of the first millennium,

at the rise of the Halloween moon,

a Cromwell of great power

will embrace the Gift

and all the world will find peace

under her dominion. "

Marnie Piper is the Cromwell

of the prophecy,

the one we have waited for.

And I am happy to report

the child has found the ancient box

which contains the Gift.

Soon we will rule Halloweentown.

- Or not.

- Girls.

- Hi, Daddy.

- Come in, come in.

You have made me so proud.

I heard how you lured the Piper girl

into using her magic

to bring forth the box.

Well done.

Now you must get her to open it.

Uh... yeah.

Well, listen,

that's not gonna be so easy.

- This Marnie chick is super tough.

- She's just so goody-goody.

Why don't you just open the box?

Everybody knows you're super-powerful.

Silence!

Only a Cromwell may unleash the power!

Grogg. Please.

Honey, Marnie Piper has to open the box

for the prophecy to be fulfilled.

- Oh.

- Yeah, but if she has to use magic,

- there's no way.

- Goody-goody, remember?

Yeah. She, like, follows the rules.

Then we must work together, girls.

We must tempt her to break the rules.

She must use her own magic

to open that box.

Do you understand?

Whatever.

This is gonna take forever.

Maybe I could just...

Nah.

- Don't do that to me!

- I'm sorry. I just...

I hadn't heard from you, and I wanted

to make sure you were all right.

I'm fine, Mom.

Dylan's Dylan, but he's fine too.

Oh, good. I'm fine, really.

- I'm fine.

- You can't do this to me.

If I get caught using magic

I could be expelled.

What? Expelled?

I'm sorry.

I just knew that I'd find you here.

You knew I'd be doing my laundry?

- Are you spying on me?

- No.

When I was in college I did laundry

on Wednesdays too.

Great. I'll be expelled

for being predictable.

Mom, do you know anything about

a family heirloom, some silver box?

- Silver box?

- It's ancient, filthy...

- Man, does it need washing.

- Marnie! Wait.

I love you!

Yup. I love this plumbing.

It's really good plumbing.

I can't get enough of it.

- Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?

- Yes.

You've spotted the elusive guy

doing his own laundry.

A rare creature, indeed.

So, uh, you want to

just zap this stuff clean

and go get a cup of coffee with me?

Mmm... I was just accused

of using magic when I didn't.

I'm not about to be accused

of using magic when I did.

I have no idea what you just said,

but you looked really cute saying it.

- Why don't you just use your magic?

- What magic would that be?

You know.

We're not talking about laundry?

Marnie Piper,

meet the chancellor at the dig site.

Sorry.

Chancellor really needs

to get a cell phone.

- Rain check on the coffee?

- And the magic.

Oh, it's beautiful.

- Let's open it.

- Small problem.

- There's no key.

- Piffle. That's what magic is for.

- Are you kidding?

- I'm chancellor of this university.

If I say it's OK, then it's OK.

Is this a trap?

Marnie, you're young.

You're a witch.

- Have a little fun.

- You don't have to tell me twice.

Or three times.

Open sesame?

Oh, well, that was a bust.

- Goodwyn actually asked you to...

- Shh!

...use magic to open the box?

Yes. I couldn't believe it,

but nothing worked.

- Nada.

- Why didn't she open it?

She said it belonged to a Cromwell,

so only a Cromwell could open it.

If only I had the key.

Hey, you think, maybe,

you could do that smokey smokey thing

and just take a peek inside?

That only works with my own lamp.

Shoot.

S. Cromwell would know where the key is.

I wonder what

the "S" stands for, anyway.

My grandma would know. She knows

everything about Halloweentown.

I wish I could talk to her.

I don't know where she is.

I don't know when she is.

So what do Shakespeare's characters

in Midsummer Night's Dream

teach us about love?

Well, Helena knew

her boyfriend was a jerk,

but she loved him anyway.

Only because that freaky little fairy

cast a magic spell on them.

Fairies are not freaks.

Sorry. I'm just saying it's not love

if he's forced to like her.

Maybe she likes controlling him.

But you don't control someone you love.

That would be a nightmare, not a dream.

Wonderful discussion.

All right, we'll pick this up Monday.

Have a lovely weekend, all.

- Professor Periwinkle?

- Yes, dear?

Do you think I could talk

to you sometime?

- This is your office?

- It's larger than it appears.

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