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- This is wonderful.

- Yes.

So you obviously don't adhere

to the no magic rule in here?

Oh, heavens, no.

I refused to sign that pledge.

What is it you kids say these days?

"Not gonna let the man

keep me down?"

We kids haven't said that for awhile.

What is it, dear?

It's just, you remind me of someone

I really miss right now.

Well, you're welcome here anytime.

- So how is your grandmother?

- You know my grandmother?

Our families have been friends

since before Halloweentown existed.

Well, do you know an S. Cromwell?

- A Susan or a Sara or a...?

- Splendora.

I wondered when you were

going to ask about her.

- I haven't heard that name in years.

- So you know her.

Oh, yes, I knew her.

A very long time ago.

You're not about to tell me

Splendora is you, are you?

Because I'm having

a very strange Star Wars moment.

No. Splendora was my friend.

We met in the early days

of Halloweentown.

- Well, what can you tell me about her?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

- I've said too much already.

I made a promise

to keep Splendora's identity a secret.

But you can tell me.

I can keep a secret.

No. It's too soon.

- You're simply not ready.

- Not ready for what?

When you can answer that yourself,

you'll be ready.

Now, I'm sorry, Marnie.

I can say no more.

Amo. Amas.

Amat.

Scarlett, mei amate.

I gotta change that ringtone.

- What?

- Dylan, I need your help.

What took you so long?

I was in the middle of something.

I have a date tonight.

Is that cologne?

- Too much?

- Just a tad.

- Where are we going?

- This way. Just stay downwind.

You ever wonder

about our family history?

Here's the place

to find out about it.

History of the Cromwell's,

Little Cromwell Women,

Cromwell's Inferno.

All of these books

are about our family.

Uh, yeah, I caught the theme.

One of them has to tell us

who Splendora Cromwell was,

and what she locked in that box.

- Just give me a minute.

- A minute?

- I know you're fast, but I mean...

- I'm more than fast.

- I'm magic.

- Did you just use the "M" word?

I use magic to speed read, OK?

- Not here, but in high school.

- No wonder you skipped a grade.

It's the only thing

I use my powers for, I swear.

- But the rules...

- Oh, OK.

I won't use magic to read.

OK. Just do it.

I know what's in the box.

What? What's in the box?

- Power.

- What kind of power?

- The magical kind.

- That's my favorite kind.

Inside that box is power

called the Gift, capital "G."

It's a magical power

no other witch in Halloweentown has.

A thousand years ago Splendora Cromwell

locked the Gift inside that box

and buried it.

- And?

- And nothing. That's all I know.

There were... pages missing.

Mei amo.

Hey. Hi.

Scarlett.

- We had a date, remember?

- Sorry, it doesn't ring a bell.

Oh. If you don't remember that's OK.

Um... I'd like to buy you dinner.

And I'd really like a unicorn

for a pet, but...

...that's not gonna happen either,

is it, toad?

Hey, you can't talk

to my brother like that!

Uh... yes she can.

Talk to me like that

or any way you want, actually.

Maybe I can help you and your sisters

with your homework.

- Scarlett.

- Mmm.

Let's go, baby.

In a moment she will appear

in the cauldron.

- Don't say anything.

- Dylan.

- I don't want to talk about it.

- Something needs to be done.

She's using powers

to terrorize the school.

That's what people with powers do.

They wield them.

Just leave it alone, Marnie.

No. After what she did to you,

I want to crush her into a fine powder.

Relax. It's Mom.

You gotta change that ringtone.

- Dylan, you're there.

- Where else would I be?

- Are you all right?

- I'm the same.

Still a dork, still dateless.

Dylan, hang on a sec.

Now, sweetie, your father and I thought

you and Princess could share a room.

- Princess needs her own room.

- OK, cupcake.

We'll just keep looking.

After all, this is just a two bedroom.

I'm sorry. Did I say two-bedroom?

Oh. No, this is a large three-bedroom.

Go look.

Dylan, how's Marnie?

She sounded a little distracted

when I talked to her.

- Um, she's um...

- She's there with you now, isn't she?

Yep. Put her on.

Hey, Mom. I've got a ton of reading

to do, so I gotta run. Bye!

You shut the pumpkin on Mom!

- I can't tell her what's going on here.

- Why not?

The last thing Mom wants me to have

is more magic.

Marnie, whatever's in that box

was buried for a thousand years,

and I've got a feeling

it's supposed to stay that way.

Time is running short

and her brother is becoming a problem.

Then we must use him,

- make him part of the solution.

- But he's her family.

That just means

she will do anything to save him.

Trust me.

Hey, Rapunzel!

Too bad. I just cut my hair.

How's studying going?

I wasn't studying.

I was doodling.

Popular class, doodling.

Yes, it's very difficult.

Dexterity and all that.

Think you could take

a doodling break tonight?

- Say, like, 8:
00?

- I don't know.

I have a doodle final on Monday.

- But... OK.

- Great.

I'll see you tonight, then.

- Hi, Kelly.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I thought we were past that.

- We are. Definitely.

So... it's a beautiful night.

Yeah. Perfect for flying, right?

- Too bad we don't have a broom.

- Yeah, I love flying.

It's my favorite thing

about being a witch.

Mine, too.

Ethan, it's beautiful.

It was a gift from my dad,

from before.

We couldn't... could we?

Technically, we would be off campus.

- You're right.

- You first.

- Get on.

- I don't know.

OK.

I'm gonna regret this.

- Hold on.

- Tree! Tree, tree!

I got it.

Yeah!

Hey, look at that!

Whoo!

- Wow. That was great.

- Fun.

- Ice cream?

- Sure. Sounds great.

- We'll share it.

- Good. I'll get it right now.

Banana.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Healthy appetite.

- I like that in a girl.

- Thanks for getting me out.

Somebody needed

to save you from doodling.

Yeah. I've been kind of obsessed

with that box I found in Grogg's class.

- So smart.

- And handsome.

- Oh, great.

- Like, scary handsome.

And super-scary handsome.

- Thank you.

- You're super-welcome.

So my physics test is like, take home.

Lucky, huh?

And my psych essay has to be 500 words.

I already have the title.

Mortals:
Why Are They so Totally Boring?

Marnie, wait.

- Clever.

- You're cute when you're thinking.

I can almost see the little tiny gears

grinding in your head.

- Get away from my brother.

- No. Don't get away.

Relax, "Mom. "

He's just doing some tutoring.

Did you just call me "Mom?"

Yes, she did, so stop acting like her.

- Dylan, get up.

- No.

- You tell her, Dillie.

- Dillie?

Maybe you should start

on my book report now.

- Yeah, Dillie.

- OK. What did they use on you?

A love potion?

An adoration amulet?

He offered to help us, remember?

OK, hexed pens are one thing, but how

could you use magic on my brother?

We couldn't risk using our own magic

to do homework.

Besides, I wouldn't call this magic.

Really? What would you call it?

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