Halloweentown II: Kalabar's Revenge Page #2

This is it.

- So, um, when did you move in?

- Just tonight, actually.

Really? And your dad let you come

to our party? Don't you have to unpack?

No. My dad doesn't waste his breath

on stuff like that.

He lets me figure it out myself.

Uh, so has anyone

asked you to go with them

to the costume party at the high school?

Why?

Did you want to ask me?

Well, that depends on whether or not

that would be ridiculous.

Dylan, you're not even

wearing a costume.

Oh. Well, I'm not really into

the whole Halloween thing.

But that's the whole point of the party.

Most disgusting costume wins a prize

after the unmasking at midnight.

- Might that prize be a kiss?

- That's disgusting.

(laughs)

(Marnie) When we moved in last year,

I finally got my own room.

- Huh.

- What?

Oh, I don't know. It's just,

usually people's rooms look like 'em.

Yours doesn't.

What do you mean?

Well, you strike me as unconventional,

but in a good way.

Yeah, well, my room is kind of ordinary.

My mom likes ordinary, I guess.

Oh, she's the boss, huh?

Well, there is my grandma's room.

Why?

What's hers like?

I'll show you.

Was that there before?

Shh.

This is a secret.

Wow.

This is so cool.

Does she do it like

this every Halloween?

She's very into the whole witch thing.

Um, stories, I mean, about witches.

(Cal) Yeah, I guess so.

"Hair of werewolf."

- This must not be easy to get.

- It wasn't, believe m...

Um, I mean, in the old

days of fairy tales.

Oh. So you know about

this witch stuff, too.

- A little.

- Do you know any magic spells?

Well, sure,

but they're pretend ones, of course.

See, there are common spells

that every witch knows...

I mean, supposedly...

and then there are the

really secret ones

that are only known

to the witch who made them up.

Or warlock.

That's what male witches

are called, right? Warlocks?

So you've been doing some reading, too.

Just movies and stuff,

but they're not really that educational.

Well, Grandma feels like

witches are misunderstood,

so she likes to teach us about them.

Whoa. Is that supposed

to be a book of spells?

No.

I mean...

yes, that's what it's supposed to be.

But you can't touch it.

Oh, come on.

It's just pretend, right?

Well, sure, but it's still

my grandma's stuff,

and we really shouldn't be in here

when she's not here, so I...

OK.

- So, you like ice cream?

- Sure.

All right.

- Oh, thanks.

- Do you want some, son?

Actually,

I think I'm gonna head home, Dad.

I think I'll stay around here

and help out... If that's OK.

Oh, I never turn down help.

Hey, Marnie, I'm not enrolled yet,

but I hear there's this really big

costume party at the high school.

I figured if my costume's good enough,

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