♪ 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 ♪
Mornin'.
We know something.
Today's lesson is really gonna sweep you off your feet.
Uh, okay. See ya.
We hang out all the time, andI still don't get their humor.
Those busy bodies didn't spoil the surprise, did they?
'Cause I will have a cow right here
and now if they did.
I don't think so. Ok, phew.
You're getting your broom today.
My wand?!
Listen with your ears, not your heart, knucklehead.
You've got a wand-track mind, you know that?
Uhh, wait. You've had my broom
in your fridge this whole time?
No, dummy. I've had your broom order
in my fridge the whole time.
Yes, I can use my fridge as a closet.
Basic holding spell.
Map. Order form.
I hate filling out paperwork, so do not lose them.
Nice.
Actually, this will be super un-nice.
The broom maker is very unpleasant to be around.
You'll need to be on your best behavior
if you want to leave his workshop broom-in-hand.
I'm a very inoffensive presence.
That may be, but you need to bring a trusted someone
as a spotter, and Oscar is not an inoffensive presence.
I know you're just being you, Susie,
but I am very excited about this,
and I'm happy we know each other.
Ew. Go.
I'm a little nervous.
It sounds like the broom maker is a real prickly-pear.
I've got your back Hedgehog. I'm your trusted spotter.
Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow.
This must be the place.
This is a little self-indulgent.
He must live alone.
As a matter of fact, I do.
Oh, dear. Sorry about your friend.
No. No. He's fine. He pretends to faint when he's scared.
You can tell because he keeps one eye slightly open.
He's really committing.
Give him a minute. Anyway.
H-Hello, sir.
I'm H-H-Hedgehog. I'm here for --
Your broom, yes.
Hello, Hedgehog. Hello, Oscar.
You've no need for nervousness.
Oh, Susie said you're... unpleasant to be around.
Susie just finds it unpleasant to be around gentleness.
Come. Let's get you fitted, unless you know
what type of broom your mother used.
Uh, my mom's a professor.
She basically never uses a broom.
Well I only ask because a witch's magical traits
are passed down through the matriarch.
It could have saved us some time, but to be honest,
I live for the fitting process.
Flying is all about balance -- cosmic balance.
So, when I make someone a broom,
I use a wood that compliments who they are.
If you'd step onto the platform,
I can take your precise measurements.
Foot in the stirrup there, finger in here,
and I'm just gonna lightly lick this stick
and put it in your ear.
And where would you like me?
Don't need you just yet, eager child.
You can take a seat in the waiting room right over there.
Okay.
I just need your midday temperament,
you midnight temperament,
the distance between each tragus,
and if you'd bit down on this for me please...
Hey, what's a four-letter word for the time it's been
since you've cast a spell?
Gape.
Nope that's wrong.
Mm, that just means you have a letter wrong somewhere else.
You know what? I'm just gonna do "spot the difference."
Your measurements reveal you're particularly hard-shelled.
Is that bad?
I keep thinking the hands have
different numbers of fingers, but they don't.
It isn't bad or good.
It's your truth.
Come with me.
The next step is to collect the wood for your broom, Hedgehog.
A hard-shelled girl needs the softest wood --
cedar, fir, and pine.
I'm going to step into your family tree forest for a moment.
It's a most sacred place.
Do you prefer cleaning your belly button with cotton swabs
or just going right in with a finger?
You're right, Hedgehog.
Your mother wasn't a witch.
Your family tree hasn't been touched
in a couple of generations.
Does that mean my great grandma might have been a witch?
Hedgehog, I don't know.
I've got to get this broom made
while the wood is still fresh.
Let's meet at the test block in half an hour.
I had this test block outfitted to replicate
a real-world flying experience.
I'm not one to brag, but my brooming strip
is state of the art.
Mm, I don't know if that's still --
Well, Hedgehog, ready to fly?
Yes, sir. You may not be a wand, but --
What was that, Hedgehog?
Uh, I love it.
Well, give it a go.
What's this? What're you doing?
Uh, I don't know. My body's just doing this.
Hmm. Well, baby-broom steps.
Do a small one. See how it feels.
Uh, uh, oh! Aah!
Ohh, okay. Let's have a look at you.
Hoo. You have a fearver of 101 Dull Mooshions.
Not a fearver!
Neither of us know what that means.
Well, it means you have this fear inside of you
that you inherited from your mom.
But it's not her fear, either.
She got it from her mom,
and her mom from her mom, and so on.
This lineage of moms is often referred to as a "moom".
There's an old story about it.
The chicken leg story.
There was a girl about your age
who wondered why her mother always tied the chicken legs
together when she made a chicken.
So, the girl asked her mother why she tied the legs together,
and her mother replied, "That's the way my mother did it."
When the girl asked her grandmother why she did it
that way, her grandmother said, "That's how my mother did it."
When she asked her great grandmother
why it was important to tie the chicken legs together,
her great grandmother replied,
"That's the only way it would fit in my pot."
I'm not following.
And also hungry. I follow.
All you need to do now is enter the Hall of Mooms
and find out which of your ancestors
started this hubbub inside you.
All my female ancestors.
Yeah, I had to fight a real messed up
horse demon for this baby.
Do you want to know how I lost me eye?
The new blood is nigh.
And this is from your mind's eye,
or did you just feel the draft?
Hi. I'm Oscar. Are you the strongest ancestor?
Advanced placement macroeconomics
and theoretical statistics should be on the syllabus.
Why should that matter that she's in the seventh grade
if she isn't being challenged?
Mom? What?
Hedgehog, I'm busy.
Can you, um, get on this broom?
Why would I get on a broom?
For fun.
Hedgehog that is incredibly dangerous
and a complete waste of time.
Can you hold it then, please?
Why are you holding it like that?
I don't know. It just feels safest.
Safest?
Hedgehog, don't you have homework to finish?
Uh, yes, hello.
Grandma!
Oh, my hedge baby.
What's that you've got there?
Wow. How old are you?
And what traits of Hedgehog do you think you have?
And who do I talk to about
getting a copy of the key to this place?
Oh, I have to go.
Bye, Grandma.
Hedgehog.
Hi. This is Esther.
She has your ears.
I'm your great grandmother, dear.
Um, Esther, would you mind holding my broom, please?
Ohh.
Esther, why do you sit like that?
This is how you fly.
Well, i-it's how I was taught.
Who taught you?
My mother.
Can you point her out?
There she is.
Thank you. Come on, Oscar.
And my mother was taught by her mother,
and her mother by her mother before her.
And before her, her mom's mom.
Um, thank you, Margaret.
Ugh, we're never gonna find her. There are too many Mooms.
How are we supposed to find the one that started this?
I'll never ride a broom.
Spot the difference.
Hm.
No. Eh?
Hm.
One is not like the others.
Hello? Hello.
Um, I was wondering -- Could you, uh, hold this broom for me?
She's magnificent.
Why do you sit like that?
Because my hair is red.
If I fly sitting up everyone will see me,
and I'll be a sitting duck for witch hunters.
Witch hunters? Ohhh.
That makes total sense.
But I don't need to be afraid of that.
Seems you found the source.
Do you want to try again?
Whoa. Whoa!
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa!
That was some pumpkins.
You want to go for it and fly home?
Come on, sleepyhead.
I spotted too many differences.
Thank you, broom maker.
Of course, Hedgehog.
Hey Mooms!
What? Hey Hedgehog.
No, I said "Mooms."