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- We're stronger together.

- Nice.

- Come on.

I wish there was something I could do.

The celebration's about to begin.

No one's seen

the Sinister girls or Dylan.

- Have you checked the pound?

- That is not funny.

- Ethan's out searching for him.

- Let me see this prophecy again.

OK, the first millennium,

Halloween moon...

- "Will find peace under her dominion. "

- The Dominion!

That's what they call themselves,

and Dr. Goodwyn is one of them.

I trusted her. All of this...

The nice dorm room, the scholarship.

- How could I have been so stupid?

- You are not stupid, Marnie.

You are 18.

- Do you have a witch's glass?

- Yeah.

Grandma gave it to me

so I could multitask.

OK. Let's use this and find Dylan.

Illumina obscuratio.

- Oh, Dylan.

- Where is he?

Oh.

What's that on the lock?

- It's an "S."

- As in "Sinister. "

What?

Marnie!

Dylan.

- Where did you find him?

- We had help.

Marnie, I'm sorry.

- You're working with them?

- No!

Oh, yes, he was.

He just didn't know it.

Ethan found your brother,

and we found Ethan.

- Let them go.

- Oh, I will.

As soon as Marnie agrees

to work with us.

- What do you want from me?

- It's quite simple.

Do what your silly grandmother

would not.

Wear the amulet.

Use the Cromwell Gift.

You mean turn all those

inferior creatures into slaves

so the Dominion can rule?

You make things sound

so sinister, Marnie.

We'll bring order to this place.

Together, we'll use the power

to make things run much more smoothly.

It will all be so much easier for

everyone when the Dominion is in charge.

- You want me for your queen?

- Only for one night.

- One night?

- Tonight, at the celebration,

you'll use the Gift to cast a spell,

establishing the rule of the Dominion

over Halloweentown.

A spell which will, of course, become

permanent at the stroke of midnight.

- After that we won't need you anymore.

- Well, I won't do it.

Insolent girl.

Do you want your brother to lap water

from a toilet for the rest of his life?

All we have to do

is keep him that way till midnight,

and he will be

in the doghouse... permanently.

- Fine. I'll do it.

- Marnie.

But I'm going to need time

to get ready.

After all, a girl's only queen

for a night once.

I want my best friend, Aneesa,

to be my royal dresser.

I will hang out in her room,

do my hair, and I will wear a dress,

so I can act the part.

It is my wish.

Absolutely, my queen.

Ethan, make sure Dylan is

in the courtyard before midnight.

We'll be there.

Beam me up, genie.

Come on, Dylan.

We've got three minutes.

I know. It's gonna be fine.

- Do you see them anywhere?

- No.

Dylan!

Dylan! Hi, sweetie!

Oh! I promise you

we will get you out of this mess.

It's almost midnight.

Prepare to receive the Gift.

Change Dylan back now

or no deal.

Yes, my queen.

By the power of three!

Opposable thumbs.

- Thank you.

- Are you OK, honey?

I'm fine, Mom,

but I think I'll just sit.

- And stay.

- OK. Just don't roll over.

Not yet.

Marnie Piper,

granddaughter of

Splendora Agatha Cromwell,

Take on your Gift

and fulfill the prophecy.

After tonight you'll be free

to use your power as you wish.

You will be the greatest witch

in the world.

Isn't that what you've always wanted?

Isn't that why you came here?

Yes.

I am ready to receive the Gift.

Citizens of Halloweentown, behold.

I give you... your queen.

Queen Cromwell,

grace us with a display of your power.

Use your Gift.

Citizens of

Halloweentown, I now possess the power

to make you my slaves

and bend you to my will.

Exis imperium principia.

Yes, my queen!

Did I just say that?

By the power of the Dominion,

do as I command.

For you, my queen.

Now, Aneesa.

By the power of three I command you

to destroy the Gift forever.

No!

Extiendo aterus!

Happy Halloween!

Yeah.

Good job, boys.

This is ridiculous.

- Persimmon Periwinkle.

- It's Agent Periwinkle.

Of the Halloweentown

Anti-Dominion League.

Preposterous!

What's preposterous is how long

I've been undercover. Ten centuries!

You are all hereby stripped

of your magic powers

and are under arrest for treason!

Get me out of here!

So your Gift is gone forever.

No, it's not.

My gift is and always will be you.

Oh.

Man, this family is so mushy.

Just don't lick my face.

- Sorry about your lamp.

- I was gonna redecorate anyway.

You know, I'm looking for a roommate.

- Really?

- Yeah, I have a really big room.

It was originally built

for a queen, you know.

- Hey.

- Hey.

You know, I'd really hoped

you two had moved past monosyllables.

I think I'll go help...

What you did,

giving up that power...

You probably think it was stupid.

Stupid?

I think it's amazing.

Power isn't important to me.

What kind of warlock

doesn't like power?

The mortal kind.

When my dad tried to steal

your family's magic,

the Council took his powers

and I renounced mine.

I can't do magic,

I can't fly on a broom

or any other cleaning instrument.

Those flowers I gave you, that was just

a trick I learned from some book.

I'm a mortal now, Marnie.

I should have told you. I'm sorry.

Ethan Dalloway?

- Yep.

- What's up, man?

- He's mortal now.

- Oh.

I knew there was something I liked

about that kid.

Hey, Scarlett.

I, uh, think you owe

my boy, Dylan, an apology.

Excuse me? If anything,

he should apologize to me.

I wasted a whole month of college

on that toad.

Ooh. Join me in

a little Sinister magic, sisters?

My magic! It's gone!

Uh, yours, your father's,

your whole family's, actually.

- I don't get it.

- We're mortal, dumbbell!

We might as well be... ugly.

It is comforting to know

that you will have such good friends

- for the next four years.

- So you're saying I can stay?

Clearly, I don't control you.

Just promise me

that you will call home more often.

- I promise.

- OK.

I love you, Mom.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Mom? Are you watching them?

What? Oh, uh, no!

'Cause then, that would be spying.

- Something on your mind?

- Yeah.

The amulet.

I can't believe

Marnie actually destroyed it.

Well, you saw the fireworks.

But it was a precious Cromwell heirloom.

- It belonged to Grandma Aggie.

- And knowing Marnie,

she probably would have done

something more interesting with it.

Like what? Hid it someplace?

Or gave it to someone

that she trusts absolutely.

Oh, boy.

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