♪ 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 wanna stay with you ♪
♪ On Summer Camp Island ♪
Oof!
Susie, my sweet, make sure you're home by sundown.
We've got some exciting news to tell you.
Okay, Mum! Just a little longer on the heathers!
Of course, my dear.
Abba-cadaba!
Hmm. Hocus pocus?
Abba-cadaba? Isn't that adorable?
She can't read the words, so she's just making them up.
That's our little witch.
I don't have the heart to tell her
that that one's not a spell book.
Hocus cadabra?
Susie, that's enough magic for tonight, dear.
Your father and I have some wonderful news to tell you.
Get this, my sweet.
Soon you'll have a new brother or sister
to play with among the heathers.
We shall be a real family.
No more shall your father and I wander the globe
on our adventures,
but rather live forever henceforth --
whoop!
Among the windswept moors of England.
Oh, joy!
I do so love to fly my broom
amongst the soft grey heathers
of the windswept moors of England.
Blockus levti-tah-toe.
- Bluckus levti-tay-toe?
Hmm.
- Hurry, Miss Dillard! - Oh, mercy me!
Susie, I want you to meet your new sister, Mildred.
Now go in and see you mother, Susie.
She wishes...to...
Susie! Huh?
Oh! I knew I could do it, Papa!
Impossible.
Ha, ha. You flatter me, Father.
But you know what they say -- practice makes perfect.
Ah!
It's all right, Mildred.
I've been outside to play lots of times.
Let me show you the most exciting place
in all of England --
the Heathers.
Always keep at least one hand on your broomstick, Mildred,
so it doesn't get away from you.
That's an important rule.
Low-flying birds!
Don't be afraid of the birds, Mildred.
They won't hurt you.
Here's a big rock.
Fly over the big rock, Mildred.
Give it all you've got.
Mildred!
Muuuuum!
Uh-oh. Rogue toddler.
Oh! Oh!
Ohhh.
Am I the only one who's going to say this?
I'm the older sister, and Mildred is already
outdoing me at flying.
Oh, Susie, most people have to build up their magic,
but some people are born with so much magic
inside of them that it overflows
and they end up making things they didn't even intend to,
like these frogs.
Everyone develops at a different pace.
But what if I'm not ready in time
for my Gibbous Rite Ceremony?
Oh, that's not until your 15th birthday.
You'll be smashing.
And then you'll be the most magical mage of the moors.
Orbus Ortis.
Orbus Ortis!
Orbus -- aw, nuts.
I can't play.
I'm trying to learn a spell to make the orb levitate.
Like this? Done.
Can we go play now?
Boo-boo, you know you're not supposed
to play outside anymore.
The townspeople are afraid of your powers.
You know, if you would just try to rein in your magic a bit,
I'm sure everyone would calm down.
And you might be able to start casting spells
without frogs in them.
I guess I can try, but my magic works.
And besides, free frog. It's a win-win.
Come out and play.
You're going to be 15 soon.
You'll be a full witch.
You won't have any time for me.
Ahh-mm!
A crown of heather for the heather queen.
Oh, Mildred, you know my soft spot.
Come on, then, you little scamp.
Isn't the heather lovely, Mildred?
Susie, don't you ever wish you could live in the big city?
Bristol or Norwich...
or London!
I suppose you'd have us being little hot corn girls,
selling hot cobs of corn to passers-by on the busy street.
Oh, yes, let's!
♪ Come and buy my sweet hot corn ♪
♪ Nibble, nibble, nibble-oh! Sweet hot corn-oh! ♪
I have no desire to go to the city.
I want to take my rightful place
as the most magical mage of the moors.
Oh, why didn't you say so?
Oh, I simply adore your magic, Susie.
Shall we dance?
For I am a dashing young lieutenant
who chanced upon your coven in the graveyard.
Wouldn't it be wonderful?
Our whole lives spent here on the moors?
Sounds predictable,
like living on a desert island.
Ha-ha!
Mildred, stop. You're scaring the horses!
They're fine. See?
This is not reining it in.
- Susie! - Susie!
- Mildred! - Mildred!
- We're here! - We're here!
We were worried about you.
You've got a date with a wash basin, young lady.
It's a fair cop, Mum. I'm tuckered out.
Sorry, Poppa Woppa.
We had to give Nancy and Bold Pete
some extra oats and water.
And they had a ballroom-dancing contest
with a rabbit and a red squirrel.
Sounds like some Mildred magic.
Oh! Great-Great-Great-Grandma Agnes!
Whatever are you doing here?
It's not my every other birthday.
How nice to see you and all your wonderful oldness.
Oh, our trunks are packed?
Are we going for a weekend in Slough?
No, pip, you and Mildred are going to stay with
Great-Great-Great-Grandma Agnes.
What?!
Come and sit down for a bit, little pip, and we'll talk.
Mum and I are going away for a while.
We're going to find something that can help Mildred
learn how to channel those powers.
Some adults are getting a bit upset.
What adults? Gimme some names, Mother!
Now, Susie, put down your dukes.
I said put down both of your dukes.
Look, people don't want to wake up every morning
wondering what it's going to rain today.
First it was feathers, then it was straw,
and those things were okay, but ironically,
I think the frogs might have been the last straw.
The sages of the Frozen North
are said to have a special oil that can help Mildred
channel her overactive magical glands.
But you swore your exploring days were over.
Y-you have to be here or -- or I can't do my Gibbous Rite.
Oh, honey, we'll be back in time.
Now, promise us you won't tell Mildred
we're going away because of her.
That's our secret.
And as leader of the household
and your sister's guardian, you must keep it forever.
I promise.
- Bye! - Goodbye!
- We love you! - We love you!
- Don't be naughty to Granny! - Be nice to Grandma!
We'll be back soon! - Bye!
Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad. We'll miss you!
Bye, Mom. Bye, Poppa Woppa.
Goodbye. See ya.
Miss you already.
All right, enough with the tears.
I'm about to puke.
Yes, that's right. This is the real me.
I can't stand kids.
Now, off to bed with you, you little snots!
What the?! No, no, no!
You snots sleep in the barn.
Whoa! Not that barn!
That's the good barn.
I'm hungry, Susie.
What've we got to eat?
You mean besides those cookies from Mum you turned into a frog?
Yeah, besides those.
You know what? Let's go find Mum and Dad.
I bet if we leave now, we could still catch their boat.
- Yeah! - We're young.
- Yeah! - We're strong!
Yeah!
Aaaannd we can do this with our thumbs!
Ugh!
Hey, Granny!
Yo, wake up!
Eh? What's going on out here?
We hate this place, and we're going to London!
Okay. And...?
And, uh, we'll write you when we get there?
Fine. Whatever.
Um, excuse me, sir? Oof!
Ma'am, could you tell me where we could get tickets
to the Frozen North? We're trying to find our parents
but we missed their boa-- aaaahh!
Ow.
You okay, Susie?
Yeah, I...
What do we do now?
We can't go back to Granny's.
Whatever we do, we can't stay here.
This place could be...
dangerous?
I know what you girls need.
- Uh... - Uh...
Hot corn!
Oh, uh, no. No thanks.
W-We're not really hungry.
Not to eat, silly. To sell!
Oh, well, I don't think we --
Hot corn! Get it while it's hot!
Mm.