Somewhere in this town is my mom's hidden diary.
Hopefully it will tell us what to do with this necklace.
So, what else did this letter from your mom say?
Maps, amulets, hidden diaries, witches…
I mean, some pretty weird stuff is happening.
Um, I don't know how to tell you guys this--
Wait! Look! Up in the corner!
"X-o-beeth-n-i-caj?"
Wait! Look in the mirror!
"Jack in the… box."
Jack-in-the-box!
Look! On the map! Main Street.
That must be our first clue.
You need to find a key That will come in parts of three!
-Whoa…
And be prepared For many exciting surprises!
The key you seek will dissolve Before the full moon rises!
-Wow…
That monkey just talked to us.
-See? Weird things are happening!
"The key you seek will dissolve Before the full moon rises"
Before the full moon rises.
Tonight is the full moon!
That means we need to find her diary before the moon comes out tonight.
Well then, we better hurry.
It looks like they've got some kind of map.
-And a talking monkey?
-No, no, no, no, no!
The idea of those little girls getting to that witch diary,
oh, it really upsets my stomach!
Ah, a classic case of diary-arhea.
Really, Wilma? Really?
I thought it was funny.
If they get the witch book, they'll learn how to use the powers of the amulet,
and if they learn how to use the powers of the amulet, we all know what that means.
Cancellation of our Centipede-of-the-Month food club.
Witch, please!
-We have an amulet to steal!
This looks like the spot.
Remind me again why we're trusting clues from a monkey-in-a-box?
Because he's really cute?
Knock knock! It's clue o'clock!
I have hundreds of legs but only can lean
Dirt and dust are mine to clean
You better hurry or you'll run out of time
The answers you seek are next to the nine!
Toodles!
"I have hundreds of legs But only can lean?"
Hundreds of legs…
Hm….
Oh, is there a marathon today?
I've got it! A marathon…
for janitors!
Nine o'clock? But it's only two p.m.
"The answers you seek Are next to the nine"
"Broom emporium."
Yes! Brooms!
Hundreds of legs, dirt and dust… This is it.
Hm…
Looks like they're headed toward One-Whisker Pete's.
Uh, we can't go there. That place is for good witches only.
Like that's ever stopped us before.
Fink. Sneak. You guys stay here.
-Wilma, let's fly!
Oh!
Wanda!
Wait for me!
-Hello?
Hello?
Is anyone here?
Does anyone else find it odd that there isn't anyone working here?
-Maybe he's the shopkeeper.
Oh my fur and whiskers!
-The day has come!
I've been waiting for you. Come in!
Right this way, you three!
-Is this a test? -We'd have to be cats to fit through that.
Did somebody say cats?
I knew this would come in handy.
The hiding potion. Great idea!
Not to poop on the party,
but are we sure we want to follow that cat through that weird gnome door?
Yeah, what if this is a trap?
My mom wanted us to come here for a reason,
and there's only one way to find out why.
Come on!
Here, kitty kitty kitty!
-No way! -Unbelievable!
What is this place?
Oh my gosh, you guys. A secret, tiny, cat-sized magic shop!
It's like something out of a fairy tale. Are you the owner?
I'm One-Whisker Pete, and--
Well, I used to be, but my whiskers have all grown back. Anyways!
I-I-If you need it, I got it.
Brooms, potions, wands, crystals, you name it!
I see you're already set for hiding potion.
Not a potion you see much these days, but it is a tricky bit of brewing.
What's the deal with this hiding potion? Why do witches hide as cats?
You ever wonder why where there's a witch, there's always a cat too?
Witches learned long ago that it was best to simply hide in plain sight.
Wow.
A cat-only entrance also keeps any normals from walking in off the street.
If only it would keep those evil witches from popping in on me
like they own the place!
-Now.
Let's get down to business, girls. You'll probably want your hands for this.
I hope this works.
When our hiding's said and done
Return the forms that we came from
Whew!
By the way, these are my best friends, Scout and Lucy. And I'm--
Willa Ward!
Oh, I know about you.
Yeah. I knew your mother.
-Woah…
Since you're here, that means you must be on the quest
for the key to your mother's magic book.
Woah…
Wow!
She made you this special broom for if this day ever came.
My mom made me a quilt and your mom made you a flying broom?
You're not afraid of heights, are you?
Actually, I am. And I've never ridden a broom before.
Well, I have once. Kind of.
Terrific! Then this should be easy.
Let the broom take you where you're meant to go!
And a word of advice, uh, you may want to lose the backpack.
Thanks.
What's happening? Where am I going?
Where is this taking me?
Wow. You really didn't want your diary in the wrong hands, did you, Mom?
-Hello? Anybody home?
Aw, it's those witches again.
Yoo-hoo!
Quick! Hide!
Don't make a sound!
The table!
What's the weird on the street, One-Eyed Pete?
One-Whisker Pete. Look, I have two eyes.
The whiskers thing is a very funny story, though it was seven mystical moons--
Yeah, sure, whatever.
Speaking of eyes, have you happened to see, oh, I don't know,
three cute little girls walk by?
Oh, not that I'd tell you, but no. Now, I suggest you leave.
If there are no little girls around, how come I smell little-girl stench?
Mind if we check in the back?
Perfect!
Children? Hello, little girls! Anybody?
If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times,
this shop is for good witches only!
Now, kindly leave before I turn you both into toads!
We're not afraid of you, but the girls aren't here anyway. Let's split.
I hope Willa's okay.
-Woah! Where am I going?
-A willow tree.
Just like Mom.
Just because you are mine doesn't make you a witch.
Believing in magic does.
The first piece of the key!
Not to brag or anything, but I rode that broom like Harry Potter.
-I got the first part of the key! -I knew you could do it, Willa.
-We're so glad you're okay. -The witches were looking for you.
How did they know where we were?
-There goes another one of my nine lives. -Zappo!
Thanks!
Just the box?
Anything to add?
Some people love it And some people fear it
But you won't learn a thing If you never go near it
School!
Come on!
Toodles toodles, hunky doodles!
It's locked.
I guess it is a Saturday.
So…
Who wants to be a cat-burglar?
This cat thing is so awesome.
What are they up to now?
Willa! Scout! Lucy!
-How did you get in here? -Hi, Ms. Juniper!
Funny meeting you here.
Well, Willa, it is my classroom,
and if you students handed your assignments in on time,
I wouldn't be spending my Saturday playing catch-up.
Sorry, Ms. Juniper. We're just visiting--
Oh, I know why you're here.
You do? You knew Willa's mom sent us on this wild…
-…magical treasure hunt, and two witch--
Nothing!
We're just visiting.
Were you about to say witches?
-No. -No.
Yes, you were! I knew it!
I knew it when I saw your new necklace. You three are witches, right?
No.
Uh, wait… You're not a witch, are you?
Don't tell me Piggy can talk.
Although, at this point, I wouldn't be surprised.
No, I'm not. Unfortunately.
And Piggy can't talk. I don't think.
-Ah, darn.
But I am a leading witchstorian.
Yeah. So if you ever need any help with anything to do with magic,
I am your out-of-the-ordinary extraordinary resource.
Well…
-Can you tell me what this is? -Oh, yes.
Willa, this amulet appears in many witchstory books.
This special charm has been the source of many battles between good and bad witches.
I mean, for centuries.
-And now it's mine. Wow.
How about this?
Well, I'll be.
This has been in the lost and found for years, and I could never open it,
but I always thought maybe I should hang on to it.
I guess I know why now.
Wow! Thank you!
Woah.
Magic in action?
Best. Day. Ever!
I guess we gotta go. See you soon!
Oh! Okay, well, uh, yeah. I'll be right here if you need me.
Really anything to do with magic, I-- Did I mention I'm a leading witchstorian?
-Where's it going?
This is so cool!
Here!
Where's it going?
"793.08."
What kind of clue is that?
Of course. We're in a library.
Come on, it's the indexing system.
-School is in session!
Can we stop at the cafeteria first?
No. Open the door.
793.08. It's somewhere in these books.
Look for something that doesn't belong.
Well, that's definitely not very magical.
What's a yearbook doing here?
A ribbon.
Mom?
Woah.
The handle of the key!
-Oh, girls?
Oh no. How do they always know where we are?
-They're witches!
-Hide!
I can smell them here.
-Where are they? Smell harder!
-Girls! Hello? -Quick! Come on!
Go, go, go!
Those kids are smarter than we thought.
I'm gonna go check the cafeteria.
-We gotta get out of here!
-Poof, a clue! -Every time!
"A bright light divides the night The last piece you seek will be found
One puzzle remains where wisdom's the game In a place where you run out of ground"
-The ocean! -What?
A place where you run out of ground. The ocean!
Lucy, you're right! Let's go.
The light that divides the night…
Hm.
The old lighthouse!
-The light that divides the night! -Hurry!
-Quick! Before the moon rises! -Hurry!
My mom and dad!
"When the light shines on My greatest earthly treasure
The last piece of the key Will be yours with my pleasure"
Over there!
Come on!
-The light! It's here!
Look everywhere!
-Do you guys see anything? -I can't find anything.
The clue said the lamplight would shine on her greatest treasure.
Woah! Willa, it's you!
You're her greatest treasure!
-Wow!
-The key!
-We did it!
Nice one, witch sister!
Hey, guys?
I have to tell you something.
My mom was a-- Well--
A witch?
And the worst kind of witch, too. A good witch!
All you were good for was leading us to her amulet.
-So…
Hand it over and we'll hand over your little friends.
Get over here!
-Stay still!
Okay. Deal.
It's in this special box. I'm keeping it safe.
Willa.
Don't do it. Your mom will never forgive you.
We will sacrifice ourselves!
No. I must do this.
Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?
Run away before we turn you into crustaceans!
-We got it!
I'm sorry I didn't just come right out and tell you guys that…
That your mom was a witch?
-It was obvious, right? -You think?
I mean, she made you a flying broom.
We figured we'd talk to you about it when you were ready.
And, you know, when witches weren't chasing us.
I thought you guys wouldn't want to be my friends anymore
if you knew I had a witch for a mom.
Are you kidding? My mom's a dental hygienist.
Everyone's afraid of her.
So we're still friends?
Duh! And even better, we're wisters!
We fly on brooms, turn into cats, we have cotton candy chairs.
I don't have any other friends more fun than that.
And even without all those things,
we're besties and we'll love you no matter what.
Now we just have to figure out what this key is for.
Woah.
Where is it going?
-Woah!
Woah.
This must be my mom's secret witch stuff.
Wow!
Oh this is good, yes!
Time to open the box and get my hands on our pretty little amulet,
and then we'll put an end to good witches everywhere!
Can I hold it?
Yes, sister. You may hold it.
-Surprise!
Look at all this stuff!
-Potions! -Wands!
This is so cool!
My mom's witch book!
We did it! We found it!
"There be witches good and bad With powers to make the world happy or sad
With this book of spells you decide
To dance in the light
Or in shadows to hide"
Wait…
Does this mean--
You're a witch too?
Wow.