♪ Magic is real here ♪
♪ Far away from home ♪
♪ Anything can happen ♪
♪ When witches make the rules ♪
♪ Monsters are cool ♪
♪ The moon is our friend ♪
♪ I want to stay with you ♪
♪ On Summer Camp Island ♪
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[ Thunder rumbles ]
[ Sighs ]
Attention, Campers.
It's Head Counselor Susie.
There's a storm coming.
OGs and parents to the library.
So, I've been thinking about how we can get magic back,
and I can't get that thing that The Miracle Rabbit said to me
out of my head--
"Listen, friend, time preserves magic."
It seems like it might be relevant,
but I don't know why.
- Thoughts? - I don't know, Oscar.
It sounds like a bunch of rubbish to me.
Okay.
We'll regroup on this later.
Alright, everyone, first things first.
It's time to batten down the hatches.
What does that phrase mean, "batten down the hatches?"
I feel like it's pretty self-explanatory--
"Batten," from the root "bat,"
meaning "small, winged creature."
And "ten", from the Latin "ten," meaning "ten."
Are you sure you're doing this right?
Oscar, I attended Hatch Battening 101
at Camp Counselor University.
[ Inhales through teeth ]
Honey?
Why don't you let my parents help you with that?
You've got bigger pajamas to fold--
I mean fish to fold.
I mean, fish to, uh...
[ whispers ] you've gotta save magic.
Yes, Oscar I know.
But right now, my duty is to batten
all the hatches in this joint.
Here, hun.
That's... hmm.
Okay, all we need to do is board up the windows,
and get our provisions stacked.
Yes. Kick off your boots.
we'll make PB, and tell spooky stories.
Okay. Okay.
Relax, Susie.
Just kick off your boots, and put your mind elsewhere.
[ Straining ]
Come off!
[ Straining ]
I'll just be a minute.
Old wellies, older feet.
Just go on.
Leave me to it.
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As soon as Susie has those boots off,
she's gonna wanna focus on the task at hand--
[ whispers ] saving magic.
♪
Hey, maybe you and I could get a head start on that.
We are the best friends who are gonna save magic.
Oh, yeah. Whatcha thinking?
- What happened? - Why are the lights out?
Maybe a monster cut the lights?
Uh, the monsters are at their duplex.
Kooky kids.
Alright.
Let's try a ghost story.
Huh?
Betsy!
What's the matter, Betsy?
Did you see a ghost?
Worse-- I think I saw my ex.
Um, I mean my "X"--
the missing X from my encyclopedia set.
Um, I'll be right back.
Well, I'm sure glad I got the rest of the windows
boarded up before we lost power.
Wonder where the breaker is in this place,
so I can get it back on.
What's up, Hedge? Your ears are perking.
Something your mom just said gave me an idea.
What if there's a breaker for magic?
A master switch.
If Susie clapped off magic, maybe we can switch it back on.
We just have to find the island's schematic.
How do we do that?
By ditching these snacks, and heading to the stacks.
Stupid boots, mocking me.
You'll be sorry once I use my wand.
Oh, right.
You're just a stick now.
That doesn't matter.
What matters is getting off these boots.
Ah!
[ Gasps ] It broke!
Whatever. It's not like it could do anything anymore.
Ooh!
Where'd this stick come from?
Oscar, that's not a stick. It's Susie's wand.
[ Gasps ]
Wait. I know what'll cheer her up.
Hey, Susie, guess what?
Hedgehog and I have a plan to save magic, and--
Oscar, the only plan I am interested in
is how to get my boots off.
Now, shoo. You're stinking up my air.
Come on, Oscar. Let's go to the stacks.
[ Straining ]
Mildred!
That has to be Ghost the Boy.
Average float.
As emotionally transparent as he is physically transparent.
Uh, hello?
[ Gasps ] Ahh!
Oh. I'm so sorry if I scared you.
I've been reading a lot of books about pants lately.
I-- I get so absorbed learning about the tailoring,
the bespoke options-- the whole nine yards really.
You really are Ghost.
Yeah, I think so.
And you are?
I knew it.
You've forgotten all about me.
I did?
Well, something did happen to my memory a while ago.
I'm sure I didn't forget on purpose.
Okay, well, why don't we go for a walk,
and I'll tell you how we used to know each other.
Sounds great.
Shall we?
Oh. Right. I used to just...
I like your pants, by the way.
Hmm?
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!
Sorry!
Usually, a strong twist of the cap works.
Ever since I gave up my magic,
my knowledge is mostly jar-based.
It's probably for the best.
It didn't exactly work out great when I did use my magic.
It took me a while to adapt,
but at least I've been staying out of trouble.
But I know everyone else is excited for you
to get magic back, so -
Uh, whoops, my foot slipped.
[ Betsy and Ghost laughing ]
Who's Betsy giggling with?
No.
How, in a world without magic,
has the ghost of my grief survived?
And then, you were all,
"I'll get it. Be right back."
Then, poof.
Nothing for 50 years.
We never even got to finish our tennis game.
Well, maybe we can pick up the ball where we left off.
Yeah. Okay.
But I'll pick it up this time.
You had a bit of trouble.
Whoever wiped my memory sure must've been an awful person.
Ghost, I couldn't agree more.
Susie?
Mil, I need some space for a second.
These gosh darn boots.
Oscar: I hope those boots aren't giving Susie too hard of a time.
I wish I could be more useful.
Osc, you're killing it as a bookmarker.
Wait. This looks promising.
This map is written in, like, 12 different magical languages.
Everything's leading to whatever this is.
I think this might be the master switch?
This would be a lot easier if we had someone
with a bit more knowledge of the island.
Why don't I go check on Susie?
I'll probably perish with these boots on.
At least everyone's stopped bothering me.
Oscar: Hey, Boss.
Taking a break?
Taking a break from talking, too, huh?
That's cool.
Let ol' Osc take a crack at these puppies.
Now, let's see.
These beauties sure are a piece of work.
[ Laughs nervously ]
Oh, speaking of work, Hedgehog and I
have been working on a solution to the magic outage,
and I think we're really on to something.
So, we could really use your encyclopedic knowledge
of the island.
I'm sure, once magic is back,
you can just magic these boots right off.
I'm dying to see Pajamas' face again.
I can't imagine being without her any longer.
Well, I don't have to tell you.
You probably feel the same way about Jimjams.
What's the first thing you're gonna say to him
when he comes back?
Nothing, because he's not coming back.
I didn't catch that. Can you repeat that?
I said, "Nothing."
I'm going to tell him nothing, because he isn't coming back!
Magic isn't coming back!
What? What do you mean?
You think I can save magic, Oscar?
I can't even get my own boots off.
I couldn't save magic.
I separated Betsy and Ghost.
I hurt Mildred.
It's all my fault!
It's all because of me!
Susie, it's okay.
Mom.
I heard some shouting.
I can't calm Susie down.
Susie, honey, what's going on?
I couldn't.
It's my fault.
And my boots.
Okay. Okay. Let's breathe.
Can I have a look at one of your boots?
Oh, Sweetheart, you're all tense.
I tried everything.
I'm stuck, and I'm never getting out.
It's scary when you're feeling stuck
in a difficult spot, isn't it?
But pulling away, you may find yourself
in an even tighter spot.
And that creates a lot of anxiety and tension
that makes it harder to navigate ourselves free.
Instead, let's come back to that original spot.
Though difficult and painful, it's much less damaging
confronting it than when we pull away.
Give yourself room to move, breathe,
and let go from it.
Wanna try the other boot yourself?
[ Gasps ]
My hatches!
Oh, my gosh. Kids, it's not a storm.
It's...
It's my tornado?
What do we do?
Attention, Campers.
I need everyone to the basement.
There's a tornado coming.
Suze, you coming?
Oh. Yeah.
I'm just gonna board up the door real quick.
Okay. Be safe.
Susie, if you don't make it back,
I just wanna say I love--
[ Scoffs ] Now, it's easy.
Hello, old friend.
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