Do you know what Arthur Spiderwick was doing?
-He was like the boogeyman. -MALLORY: Please tell me
that that was Lemondrop and Jeffrey.
JARED: I told you that there's something in this house with us.
I know we can catch it.
What's your beef with me, Dr. Brauer?
Psychiatric patients won't lower the property values.
Well, until something bad happens.
Then maybe the state will finally take our proposal
to shut down the Meskwaki Hospital seriously.
Mallory came back.
But like you said, she lacks her aunt's passion.
Keep her on a string and be brutal.
We must be ready for the coming fight.
I have to enter this competition.
Bree and Valentina
have some secret plan to use me
so Bree can win this tournament.
LUCINDA: Find the pages,
put Spiderwick's Field Guide back together.
You found a Field Guide page?
I am so proud of you.
(grunts)
(gagging)
Mulgarath.
(rapid footsteps)
THIMBLETACK: Heh. It's go time.
(grunting with exertion)
Impact.
Okay.
Hate stairs.
(grunts)
(metal rings)
(shouts) Oh, hey.
Jared. Simon.
Oh, so nice to finally meet you.
I was not gonna
stab you with these scissors.
No, these are just for, uh,
trimming loose comforter threads.
You're welcome.
You're gonna tell us how to stop Mulgarath,
and put Spiderwick's Field Guide back together,
you annoying piece of...
CALLIOPE: This is one sad sight.
The shuddersome ogre Mulgarath doing paperwork.
We have to keep up appearances
now that Jared Grace knows the truth.
Foiled by an errant cruller.
It was an oatmeal raisin molasses cookie.
It was a mistake.
Here, you want to help me? Okay?
Find Samuel Fackelmayer's 5-40 patient intake form, okay?
You need to eat something substantial.
What?
Healthy, non-GMO organic human.
(doorbell rings)
Who's that?
We have a guest.
Hey.
-Stacy, good morning. -STACY: Mm.
No, bad morning.
My baby Rhode Island Red, Cordelia,
hasn't laid an egg in days.
She won't wake up.
Whatever you planted in your yard,
it's poisoning everything.
(snoring lightly)
I'm mulching.
-Oh, you're mulching? -Mm-hmm.
Jennifer Miller said her prized pluots
have all withered on the tree.
CALLIOPE: Jennifer Miller buys her pluots
at Nielsen's and lies about them.
Oh, my God.
I notified waste management,
Homeowners' Association President Tanner Kent
and local news personality Chip Williams.
He's a dear friend. We play pickleball every Tuesday.
He got an earful in the kitchen this week.
Look, I'm going to take care of it.
Thank you so much for letting me know,
and I-I deeply regret
any discomfort that dear Cordelia has gone through,
but right now, I-I really must get back to work.
I know we've had our neighborly squabbles of late,
but I do appreciate your effort.
I really do.
And I promise you,
I... I did not do that to your front door.
This neighborhood used to have values.
Don't feel your feelings.
Eat them.
(growls)
(bushes rustling)
BOTH: What are you doing out here?
I asked you first.
You go.
(phone buzzing)
You look like you're making a $30 brunch
at a hipster coffee shop.
Yeah, okay. Well, I think that Thimbletack is a frugivore.
They eat berries, morels and thistle.
I don't know, it's weird though, 'cause...
the leaves are falling super early.
The flowers are dying, too.
Stop being so nice to that thing.
It killed your mice.
It broke my arm.
It was about to stab me with scissors.
If you lost your best friend, you'd be upset, too.
Show some compassion.
Okay? Mulgarath killed Lucinda.
Yeah, and I left a little warning
so everyone can know what Dr. Brauer really is.
No, Jared, if you poke a bear, it'll bite your whole head off.
(phone buzzing)
Who's blowing up your phone?
It's Calliope. She wants to talk.
Don't be such a simp, dude.
I don't know. I mean, she seems nice.
You can't trust these creatures.
We need Thimbletack to help us stop Mulgarath,
find the pages and save everyone.
He's not a damn pet.
He's a prisoner.
You two got up early this morning.
Oh, Jared, Dr. Brauer called for you.
Anything I ought to know about?
Yeah, he's an ogre.
You say that about every therapist.
You called Dr. Malone an Amuse Douche.
Mm-hmm.
And Dr. Peyton an Amuse Douche Two, The Sequel.
-Yes. -Mm.
MALLORY: Mom, my registration
for the Firefly Fencing Invitational,
it's-it's not online yet.
I don't control the Internet, sweetie.
Okay, but the deadline is today,
and if I'm not registered, I can't kick Bree's ass.
Try and remember it's a game.
That's what parents say to kids who aren't very good.
-HELEN: Hey. -You know, you can have two broken arms.
(moans mockingly)
I'll resubmit the forms again.
Okay, because if I win this meet,
Valentina will have to train me and then I'll be back on track.
College. Olympics. Paris.
Wow, you just can't wait to get away from us, huh?
No, Jared.
Just you.
Try to remember why you started fencing in the first place.
Yeah, I know. Lucinda's story about Long-Worm, whatever.
You mean Lorengorm?
-Yeah, him. -Come on.
-Mom read us the story every night. -HELEN: Mm-hmm.
You know,
"The yilty burong Lorengorm
was the last good knight of the Elves."
BOTH: "The Ogre King came toring storm
"to tear asunder the kragedon frollip.
"With a sword of peach and heffelee,
"Lorengorm cut him down.
The best lolliroost cheered and danced..."
Come on.
"For I am the yilty burong Lorengorm,
"and I will fight thee valiantly
'til victorious mintheral day."
(cheering)
Yeah, Mallory!
-Whoo! -Yeah!
-(clatter upstairs) -(distant growling)
Did you weirdos rescue a stray?
Um, it's probably just the pipes.
-Hello. -Yeah, yeah, the pipes.
Hey. What are you kids up to today?
Just the usual.
Willful destruction of property,
assorted shenanigoats.
Yeah, so, uh, don't come upstairs.
-Love you. Bye. -Bye. -Bye.
Bye.
Still no registration, Mom.
Ask the yilty burong Lorengorm.
-(sighs) Thanks. -Mm-hmm.
Where's the skillet?
(pans clatter)
We creature-proofed it
to keep the nasties out
and our little pest in.
Yup. Lucinda called it a boggart.
Apparently it's an angry brownie.
I drank an angry brownie once.
It gave me explosive diarrhea.
Dude.
Shall we?
No, no, no. How did he get out?
Wait.
(grunts) When I get out of here,
I'm gonna hide all your matching socks.
How do you like that?
Sneaky son of a bitch.
I don't know why Lucinda thought he could help us.
Because we were the closest of close.
Best friends for forever.
Why do you think I've been so stabby and so awful?
Because without Lucinda, my rage is colossal.
She was generous and faithful,
and you Graces are just ever so ungraceful.
He has bars like an '80s rapper.
Ah! I hate rhyming.
It's a brownie/boggart obsession
that gives me great... sadness.
Bet you guys thought I was gonna say "depression."
Didn't you? Well, I didn't, frickin' flesh-puppies.
Are you gonna keep him?
I could get ten racks for him on the dark web.
Using Firefox to hide cookies from your parents
is not the dark web.
Lucinda said to find the pages
and put the Field Guide back together.
We can't let Mulgarath get it.
Okay, listen up, you freakish hairless giants,
you've got it all wrong. Lucinda's alive.
Somewhere. I have to help save her, but...
I'm-I'm sort of slightly
very m-morbidly petrified
of leaving the safety of Spiderwick. (chuckles)
Aw. I think he's agoraphobic.
Little man's messed up like us.
He's nothing like us.
Look, if Lucinda's out there, shouldn't we try to help her?
Lucinda is dead.
He's using you
and you're too nice to notice.
If he doesn't want to help us find the pages...
...then I guess he can just stew in here forever.
Come on, let's get out of here.
(footsteps receding)
If Lucinda is really out there,
help us find her.
Please.
THIIMBLETACK: Okay, truce.
For Lucinda.
(doorbell rings)
Hey.
Thanks, I will come in.
I thought we were just sparring.
We're training a little differently today.
Working on your motivation.
HELEN: Hello, ladies.
Hi, Ms. Grace. I'm Bree Kent.
I think you know my dad, Tanner.
Oh, yes. Henson's number one realtor.
You've seen the ad.
It's on every bench in town.
Well, Mallory and I hoped we could have some people over.
Nothing big.
I wanted to introduce her around.
HELEN: Well, I-I think, uh,
some light to moderate socialization sounds perfect.
(both chuckle)
Great. Come on.
(sighs)
Kids used to come to Spiderwick to party all the time.
Yes. Okay, try these.
Hey, so I saw a photo
of Valentina with a young Lucinda,
but the maestro looked the same exact age she is now,
which obviously is impossible.
So was it her mother or what's going on?
What's Valentina's issue with me?
Uh, Valentina thinks you're talented.
But tragically uptight.
When was the last time
you had a for real party?
Mmm, watchingLove Island
with friends over Zoom doesn't count.
Okay. I'm focused.
You're a proficient fencer,
but there's no passion in your game.
So desperate to win. Where's your fun? Huh?
I also needlepoint.
(scoffs) It's summer.
Let's have a good time.
There's gonna be hot boys
and hot girls,
and one hot non-binary person,
but I think they're boo'd up.
Now get your butt over here.
Oh, no, I don't do makeup.
Only because you don't know how.
I've put on mascara before.
Uh-uh.
Mascara isn't "put on."
It's finessed with poise.
(scoffs)
May I?
Fine,
but I still think that makeup
is a corporate cash grab
that plays on women's insecurities.
Yes, it can be a magnifying lens for the male gaze.
But it's also a weapon,
and I choose to wield it with the same precision
as my sword.
I read once that it's actually a survival mechanism
to hate your own face.
(scoffs)
Whoever said that
didn't know how to use primer.
I amplify the features I like.
The flecks of gold in my eyes.
And hide my self-perceived unflattering attributes.
Like contouring my philtrum.
You wouldn't put on a name tag and leave it blank.
This is my mission statement.
It's just some eye shadow.
I am doing this for your own good, Mallory Grace.
Boop.
CROWD (chanting): Save our kids!
Save our town!
Save our kids...
TANNER (over loudspeaker): A patient just escaped.
This institution is not safe!
Save our kids! Save our town!
Now, what is this? Tanner!
Peacefully demonstrating.
CROWD: Save our kids! Save our town!
What's going on? What are you doing?
They're disturbing the patients.
Sick and violent patients
who constantly threaten the community.
-These people are dangerous. -They're not dangerous!
My son has seen countless therapists
and is finally thriving because of Dr. Brauer.
You're the only one who thinks so.
Look, I just took the job here as librarian,
and I have not seen one single example
of a patient being dangerous
or causing trouble.
Your aunt just escaped.
Okay, did she harm a soul?
This guy is such a hypocrite.
You think these patients are dangerous?
This guy is the only one here who's been suspected of murder.
We have 10,000 signatures. That's enough to get a hearing
at the next city council meeting,
and I will shut you down.
Don't let him fool you.
I know some patient here killed my wife.
Oh, my God. Let me see. Are you okay?
Does it hurt? Oh, you're bleeding.
-I am? -Yes.
Here, I got something.
Hey.
Hey. There.
Come here, come here. Come here.
It's okay.
Sorry.
You really care, don't you?
Yeah, he's a bully and you're doing
everything you can to help.
All this attention
could ruin everything I'm trying to do here.
I just want to make this town better.
Hmm.
You are.
Come on.
Let's get you cleaned up.
(film projector whirring)
It's a perfect elf circle.
Cortinarius violaceus.
The violet webcap.
(chuckles) In Germany, they believe the rings
are caused by witches celebrating Walpurgis Nacht.
On the Faroe Islands, they tell tale
that if you step in the circle,
you'll be cursed to dance until you die of exhaustion.
The most common lore is the circle
is the only way to enter
the hidden pasturages of the elves.
I hope the curses aren't true.
SIMON: Okay.
Thimbletack told me he thinks this is where Lucinda went.
She made some deal at the Goblin Market
and now she's stuck with the elves.
(phone buzzing)
-I'm sorry. -JARED: Wait, wait.
And we're supposed to believe Humblebrag because why?
Because Thimbletack told me
where four vaults are hidden in Henson.
Check it out, there's four spots
around Henson to investigate.
That's Meskwaki.
Mm-hmm. And the old auto-factory.
HATCHER: And that's Joey Shuham's house.
How do you know where Joey Shuham lives?
G-ma's in Joey's mom's book club.
I thought G-ma just watched Jeopardy.
They just readLittle Fires Everywhere. I've--
Okay, guys, guys, listen.
One of these vaults
has Spiderwick's page on elf circles.
If we can grow one, then we can find Lucinda.
It's so obviously a trap.
You can't be suspicious
of everyone and everything all the time.
That's Claire River Bridge.
That's where Arthur Spiderwick said his brother
was eaten by a troll.
Jared's pessimism is my jam.
Damn it! Simon, I told you,
if you won't ghost Calliope, I will.
Jared...
It was Dad.
I was trying to ask him for advice,
but you know, he's always busy rehearsing his play.
(exhales) Okay.
We need to find the pages before Mulgarath.
We have the four vaults.
We have to at least try.
JARED: We should split up. Groups of two.
If one group gets eaten, or cursed...
...the other will be able to carry on.
(dance music plays)
-(laughter, chatter) -■ Divided by nothing ■
■Don't want a second chance ■
■You pull me under ■
■Hey, oh, hey, oh, oh ■
■Sinking through for hours ■
■When you get closer ■
■Hey, oh, hey, oh, oh ■
■Tracing my fingers down you ■
■Memorize your body ■
Whoa.
You have crap all over your face.
Does Mom know you're having a party?
Nope, not like this.
I heard rumors about big kid ragers
when Spiderwick was abandoned,
but it's actually happening in real life.
What's up?
What?
JARED: All right, well, we have to go.
I call Emiko. You can take Hatcher.
We'll meet up after, all right?
■When you get closer ■
■Hey, oh, hey, oh, oh ■
■I know ■
■You pull me under ■
■Hey, oh, hey, oh, oh... ■
Are you okay?
I'm-I'm... I'm fun, right?
Yeah. Yeah, you're 4th of July fireworks on the daily.
(chuckles)
-You're a terrible liar. -Okay, yeah.
You used to be the best time ever.
What, like when I pretended to be Lorengorm?
(laughs)
Do you remember when we used to walk home from school?
The three of us?
Sneaking slices from Antonio's.
-Yeah. -(laughs) Yeah.
(sighs) Man, you made me feel like I was so cool,
like-like we could do anything together.
I think you look rad.
(singer vocalizing)
■Making the world go, making the world go ■
■Making the world go round ■
■Making the world go, making the world go ■
■Making the world go round ■
■Love and sound ■
■We don't needthe tick to tock ■
Guys. Guys, this is Mallory.
She just moved to Henson.
Mallory, this is everyone you need to know.
Especially Thalia, Hind.
Hey.
And... Oh.
■We keep it flowin', flowin' ■
-This is Chris. -■Love and sound ■
■Making the world go, making the world go round ■
-Hi. -Hi.
■Making the world. ■
See, it's a nazar.
I knew I saw this before.
So, how do we open it?
Ring the doorbell?
What are you doing?
Drawing a way in.
EMIKO: Whoa!
Got it.
EMIKO: Awesome.
Come on, let's get the hell out of here
before Mulgarath finds us.
HELEN: Jared Adam Grace.
Why does it always have to be so difficult with you?
You tagged Dr. Brauer's car?
It was me. I tagged the Prius.
I know my son's work, Emiko.
No, see, um, I was scamming this guy Eli,
saying that I could get him 15,000 Instagram followers
in swap for a Prada fanny pack,
and when my moms found out,
Dr. Brauer told her to suspend all my socials.
So I tagged the car and I was gonna blame it on Jared.
I mean, have you seen his art on Instagram?
This kid's got skill.
Elephant. What was it saying?
-Uh, "I'm-I'm not irrelephant." -Yeah.
Jared was actually taking me here
to apologize to Dr. Brauer.
Yeah, yeah.
Okay. Well,
go and find him.
(sighs)
Huh.
-Ah. -(cheering)
Attention, everyone!
It's time to play rock the house.
Okay, I don't think I know that one.
It's kind of a Spiderwick thing.
It's basically our version of seven minutes in heaven.
You pick a name and go into one of the bedrooms...
And we see if you can make this old piece of crap rock.
We came up with the name before we knew you lived here.
No disrespect.
No. No-no disrespect found.
-Sounds fun. -Well, since you're our host,
you have the honor of playing first.
■I been on my turbo, too fast ■
(laughs softly)
Okay.
(clears throat)
■Too fast, too fast ■
■Too fast, I been on my turbo ■
■I came to the place for the race ■
■So I can't slow down... ■
■I came to the place for the race ■
■So I can't slow down. ■
We don't have to kiss.
You are an unwitting accomplice in Bree's, uh,
utterly wrong idea that I need to have fun.
(laughs softly)
Bree can be intense.
She draws a crowd, eating all my freeze-dried strawberries.
Well, no one wants to get on her bad side.
She made Dan Yang cry with a look.
(exhales) Poor kid.
He's the assistant vice principal.
(chuckles) Geez.
What is her deal?
Um...
Her mom was killed when she was ten.
Shut up.
Yeah. Uh, they thought her dad did it for a while,
but they never found a body.
That's when she started fencing.
She's an amazing fencer.
-She said the same about you. -(laughs softly)
I know she didn't, though.
She's told me what she really thinks of me.
I'm not nearly good enough.
Inadequate.
Well, I think you're plenty fun.
(laughs softly)
Hey. I have an idea.
Why don't we jump up and down,
give those sycophants something to talk about?
So, you've been up here before, huh?
It's the best way to get Bree
to take her foot off your throat.
I can think of a better way.
(door opens)
HATCHER: The auto factory's been abandoned for decades.
My dad used to be on the line, but after it closed,
he couldn't find any work.
Yeah, I don't know how we're gonna find a nazar
under all this rust and junk.
I mean, what is this, a...
Hatcher?
(gasps, stammers)
Geez.
Easy there, Turbo. (chuckles)
I'm sorry. (panting)
-I could've really hurt you. -Pretty unlikely,
but that iron is giving me some serious fits.
Right, sorry, sorry.
Um...
We shouldn't talk.
You knew I wasn't human.
Okay, yeah, sure, but you didn't say that your dad was Mulgarath.
(scoffs) He's not my dad.
Yeah, well, then what is he to you?
This whole area used to be a forest,
with 600-year-old conifers that kissed the sky.
But humans replaced it with concrete
and iron that burns fairy folk.
(laughs softly)
Imagine sticking your face into a tailpipe
and sucking air all day.
That's what this place is for us.
And when the factory wasn't useful anymore,
people just left its cancer here to sit and rot
and continue to poison us.
I guess I thought...
(speaking secret twin language)
(laughs softly)
H-Hey! Get away from him.
Hatcher. It's fine, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine!
-(sizzles) -(gasps)
Like I said.
Calliope, wait...
Sorry for leaving you alone,
but I found the vault. Come on.
I've been gathering all the facts
about how essential Meskwaki is to Henson.
I refuse to allow Tanner to shut this place down.
-And then I saw this. -(sighs)
The founding of Henson?
Do you know the true story?
Well, I grew up in Carlsbad, near San Diego,
but I believe it has something to do
with the feast of the Pentecost?
When Henson was founded in 1873,
the native Meskwaki Tribe warned them not to settle here.
-Mm. Hmm. -The land belonged to a demon.
A wendigo.
A beast with an insatiable need to consume.
Hmm.
-(soft tap) -(sighs)
Well, they, uh, they obviously didn't listen.
(chuckles) No.
Like you said, they celebrated the feast of the Pentecost.
Also called "feast of first fruit."
They gathered apples and cherries
and peaches and Juneberries.
-Ooh, I love Juneberries. -(laughs softly)
HELEN: They hunted elk and caribou.
But when the meal was-was over, the people just kept on eating.
They couldn't stop.
They kept on consuming until their stomachs burst.
-Over 200 people died. -Huh.
HELEN: Some think it was mass hysteria.
Others claim a local baker poisoned the fruit tarts
-in order to eat the dead. -Hmm.
HELEN: And, uh, some say it was the devil.
HELEN: The Meskwaki intervened
and saved hundreds of lives.
And they founded the hospital in their honor.
-This story isn't on the plaque. -Hmm-mm.
The city council should hear this,
and how this hospital has saved so many people.
The best way to fight Tanner's fears and lies is with facts.
So, you're doing all this for me?
You need help.
And I'm really sorry about your car.
(laughs softly)
I already told you, I don't care about the car.
But I do genuinely care about a good friend.
(laughs softly)
I hope Jared and Emiko's apology was sufficiently contrite.
What apology?
(creatures chittering)
JARED: All right, there it is.
Yeah, I'm good here, kid.
I figured out the last vault.
Yeah, and I got your back.
You know you didn't have to do that before, right?
Lie to my mom.
You were facing 30 years to life.
Hey, I had it under control.
Please, you're still bowling with bumpers.
No one fibs like me.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
You are the worst. (chuckles)
We all know you're not friends with Drake.
-Hundo percent sure? -You're a no one from nowhere
who crushes Flamin' Hot Cheetos on her mango.
(sighs) You see, the secret to telling a great lie
is leaving a hint of truth.
If you go too big-fish,
then people can practically see your nose grow.
Like Hatcher telling that story about Joey Shuham.
Wait, he was lying?
Hatcher thinks it hurts me to know that he has other friends.
Does it?
Hatch can't help it.
-He's ridiculously charming. -Hmm.
Think it offends me more that he thought I wouldn't notice.
(phone chiming, buzzing)
Simon found the elf circle page.
All right, let's, uh, let's get the hell out of here.
■ ■
(knocking on door)
-Come in. -(door opens)
-Hey. -Hi.
I got your message.
Oh, you know, I just felt so sorry
about the whole chicken fiasco.
I hope you like Linzer tarts.
Oh, I-I don't eat processed sugar.
Oh. No, no, this is...
(clears throat) ...this is all organic stuff.
I, uh, macerated the Juneberries myself.
They look lovely.
-Maybe just one. -(chuckles)
It's an old recipe.
150 years old, to be precise.
-Mmm. -It was the simplest way
to poison everyone in Henson
during the feast of the first fruit.
They just ate
-and ate and ate... -Mmm.
-Mmm. Mmm. -...and ate and ate
and ate and ate.
Until... they died.
Back then, I transformed myself
-into the baker's wife. -Mm.
-Gretchen Laurent. -Mm?
-I gathered up... -Mmm.
...all of those overstuffed bodies...
-Ah. -Mmm. (laughs softly)
...and ground them into the most succulent meat pies.
It's been a long time since I've had a meal like that.
I'm hungry. Practically starving.
-(grunts softly) -Now, I could use
this same recipe for my next feast,
but the problem is, it only killed 200
of those corrupt souls.
And this time, I've got my sights set on everyone.
No one's gonna stop me.
Not you, not Tanner,
not local news personality Chip Williams.
(moans)
This time, I'm growing dragons.
You see, dragons poison the earth...
(groaning)
...seeping their way into the water system.
Soon, everyone in Henson
will take a nice long nap.
Just like your chicken.
And guess what, Stacy?
Hmm?
You get to be my amuse-bouche.
-(hip-hop music playing) -(lively chatter)
It has to be in the circle...
EMIKO: Yeah, b-but...
-JARED: He got out? -Oh, hey, Jared.
-(shouts) -SIMON: Jared, no, no, no!
THIMBLETACK: What is your problem, tooth flosser?
You know, I can't really do much to help Lucinda
-from under a basket. -Let him go.
-Okay? Only Thimbletack can help us grow the elf circle. -(shouts, grunts)
-(Thimbletack grunting) -He translated the page?
No. I did.
Do you remember how we based our twin language
on all those words from Spiderwick's Lorengorm Story?
Yeah, yeah,"Yilty burong?Kragedon frollip?"
(Thimbletack shouts)
Okay, well, they're not nonsense.
All right? They're Faery.
Jared, this whole time, we were speaking
a pidgin version of the language.
HATCHER: Simon's almost done translating the page.
It looks like some kind of potion.
(Thimbletack grunting)
And Thimbletack taught you how?
THIMBLETACK: I-I didn't get to go to what you would call school.
And because of that, I can't read Faery words.
-It's really sad. -I'm the same way, kid.
Functionally illiterate in Japanese.
So how'd you figure it out?
After Mom reminded us this morning, it just clicked.
The elf circle's almost done, okay?
We have, uh, cocoa shells, cotton seeds,
worm castings and bee pollen.
Let him out. Trust me.
THIMBLETACK: Jared, please.
Please. For Lucinda's sake.
There is nothing to fear.
All we need is one human tear.
(exhales)
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("Pixie Lost" by Circuit Shaker playing)
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
■Oh ■
■Oh, why'd you go? ■
■I never saw it coming ■
■I never thought you'd go ■
■I know, I know, I know ■
■I know ■
■Hey, hey ■
■Hey ■
■Oh, oh why'd you go? ■
■Hey ■
■Hey, hey ■
■Oh, oh why'd you go? ■
(chatter continues)
Hey, have you seen Bree?
(Bree giggling)
(indistinct chatter)
What is wrong with you?
Huh?
Why would you set me up to kiss your boyfriend?
We're not getting married. I have bigger plans.
Okay, Chris is hot,
sweet and the best kisser in Henson.
Believe me, you didn't want to pull Dante Hirshlag.
I'm looking out for you.
No.
-You're manipulating me. -Oh, please.
-(lighting fixtures clinking) -(clamoring, gasping)
-(electronic buzzing) -What's happening?
EMIKO: Guys, look. It's working.
I can't believe how quickly they grew.
THIMBLETACK: Wow. It's happening. Look.
-Whoa. -Look. See? She's coming.
She's coming.
(gasping)
It's Lucinda.
She's smaller than I thought.
EMIKO: That's not Lucinda,
-idiot. -(chattering)
-(buzzing) -What's going on?
-Whoa. -(lights clack off)
(crowd clamoring)
THIMBLETACK: Well, that did not work to get Lucinda
at all. (laughs)
Look, I hope you make it out alive.
Uh, good luck with that sprite, by the way. Bon voyage. (laughs)
Thimbletack's escaping.
I told you. Lock the doors. Go, go, go!
-Okay, okay, okay, all right. -(indistinct chatter)
(scared chatter)
Hey.
Why are you doing this to me, huh?
Okay, can we please do this later?
No. Now. I heard you in the salle.
I heard you and Valentina talking about some plan for me.
Well, I can't tell you about that.
You have a mouth and a tongue,
and they make words and sentences.
Valentina won't let me tell you.
(sighs)
You're not ready to know.
Thimbletack might be invisible, but now,
he's locked in here with us.
-Whoa. -Whoa.
-Whoa. What the...? -(chattering)
Little derk is trying to murder us.
(high-pitched, indistinct chatter)
-Whoa. -Ow.
It stung me. Ow! Ow!
Go! Go! Go!
(glass breaking)
Little booger.
-Oh! -It's not Thimbletack.
It's the fairy reacting to the iron.
-Open a window. Let it out. -On it!
No, no, no, no. Do not open anything.
If you do, Thimbletack will escape.
-R-Right. Duh, duh. -SIMON: Hatcher.
-Open it! -Hatcher, don't open it!
(chattering continues)
I don't do confrontation!
There! It's on the table. Watch out!
Someone do something!
(chattering)
(pan slides off, clinks down)
Why would you do that?
It was walking into my hands. I could've helped it!
JARED: It was about to attack you and ruin the pages.
These things are all monsters.
I stand up for you... all the time.
I tell people that they don't know you,
that you're nice and that you're just misunderstood,
but everybody's right about you, Jared, okay?
-You're awful, you're cruel... -Shut up. Shut up.
-...and you're crazy! (groans) -Shut up!
Simon, I'm so, so sorry. I didn't...
(footsteps retreating)
(sighs)
HATCHER: Jared?
Emiko's unconscious. I can't wake her up.
(indistinct chatter)
Hey. Simon. What is going on?
What did you and your idiot friends do?
-Nothing. -What nothing? We...
-No. You're bleeding. -It's Jared, okay?
All right? It's always Jared.
Okay? And I'm so sick of it.
All right, we were happy in New York.
I was happy. We were with Dad,
and everything was fine, okay?
I hate Jared. I hate him.
Simon...
Hey. Where-where you going?
What's wrong with your brother?
-(low, bellowing whoosh) -(lighting fixtures clinking)
(gasps)
-DORIAN: Everyone in Henson... -Oh, my God.
...will take a nice long nap.
■Broken sleep ■
-(siren whoops) -(garbled radio transmission)
■All too human ■
■A malady ■
■It's gazing through when I ■
■Dream me a dream... ■
They're all unresponsive,
even though their vital signs are okay.
It's just like they're all asleep.
I'll let you know if there's any developments.
Thank you.
■Dream me a dream, dream me a dream... ■
Are you sure no one took anything?
You know exactly who did this.
You've barely been here a month,
and it always comes back to Spiderwick.
First, it was Lucinda, and now, it's Jared.
Do not accuse my son.
Hey, I didn't do anything, all right?
You poisoned your therapy group.
No, he just put iron in some baked goods
to see if we were faeries.
-What are you doing here? -I'm looking for my daughter.
The question is...
what areyou doing here?
-Excuse me? -All right, look,
I didn't see Bree leave
so she must still be inside. I'll check.
-■I would like to fall... ■ -(Tanner scoffs)
■Will you level me with a dream? ■
■If I will fall ■
■Fall ■
-■I would like to fall ■ -■ Fall asleep ■
■Silence ■
■Would you level me with a dream? ■
■If I will fall ■
■I will fall ■
■Twisted rope ■
-■Defies all I know... ■ -■ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh... ■
Rest up, my dragons.
Hey.
We have a guest.
Simon.
Perfect timing.
I just made dinner.
You'll love it.
Come on in.
(door opens)
Meat pies. (chuckles)
Tastes like chicken.
■Do you see it too? ■
■I don't know what to do ■
■Call me on the telephone ■
■Because I'm feeling all alone ■
■So where do you want to go? ■
■We can hit the road ■
■We canhit the road ■
■We'll find the sun out there ■
■No need to run out there ■
■Another fire, I'm not afraid ■
■To see new worlds come off the page ■
■I'm not a hero but I can see ■
■There's something specialin you and me ■
■There's something magic in the sky ■
■And no one gets it like you do ■
■There's something magic in your eyes ■
■And no one gets me like you do ■
■Ooh ■
■Ooh-ooh ■
■There's something magic in the sky ■
■There's something magic in your eyes ■
■There's something magic in the sky ■
■And no one gets it like you do ■
■There's something magic in your eyes ■
■And no one gets me like you do. ■
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