Bridge To Terabithia Page #4

Ahh!

We shouldn't be in here.

This isn't our land.

- Not so loud. They'll hear you.

- What are you talking about?

Hey! What's that?

Whoa. Jess, look at this. Wow.

Too bad for them.

They got so close.

- What are you talking about?

- To the kingdom.

- What's that?

- What?

That sound. I've heard it before.

Someone's out there.

That's the sound of the prisoners

rattling their chains.

What prisoners?

The prisoners of the Dark Master.

- We should go.

- Wait, Jess, look.

What is it?

Look at this.

Wow. This is amazing.

Wow.

This is it.

Warriors.

- Try dragonflies.

- No. They're warriors.

From the treetop provinces.

- I don't know this game.

- What game? This is for real.

This is the ruins

of a once great fortress

whose people have been imprisoned.

Jess, you and I have been

sent to free them.

Prisoners of the Dark Master, hear me!

We have come to free you.

Do you hear us?

Show me that you hear us!

You got lucky timing. The wind's

been blowing off and on all day.

Can't hear you!

- Go straight home. I'll see you soon.

- OK. See ya!

Hey, don't you think

we should give her a hand?

Uh... She's... She's fine.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

...forget. There are four of us.

OK.

Remember to bring your bag.

Why would anyone

want to wear that?

Janice!

- You OK?

- What's the problem?

- Jess Aarons tripped me.

- Uh...

On purpose.

OK, Aarons. Hit the road.

- But he didn't do anything.

- Go.

- It was definitely him.

- I know.

- What happened to you?

- Janice is a very talented person.

She can shoot ketchup packets

over four rows of seats.

Jeez.

Can I wash up at your house?

My mom sees this, she'll be all over

the principal and everybody,

and my life will be over.

Why would Dad do this?

- Oh. Hello.

- Oh.

Mom, this is Leslie.

- Hi, Leslie.

- Hi.

- It's nice to meet you.

- Thank you. You too.

So are you and your family

getting settled in OK?

- Yes, ma'am.

- That's nice.

- Come on. See ya later.

- Not too late, OK, honey?

- Weird and weirder.

- Hey. Be glad he's found a friend.

- Where's your dad work?

- At home. Same as my mom.

- They're writers.

- Writers?

- What do they write about?

- Fiction.

That explains you.

- What do you mean?

- Well, you like to make things up.

And that's what your parents

do for a living.

You know a lot about hardware?

No. Why?

Well, your dad works

at a hardware store.

OK.

All I'm saying is that

you are who you are...

...not your parents.

If they work at your house, you must

get to hang out with them a lot.

Not really.

What's that?

- Grenade.

- There're no grenades here.

Come on!

- Squirrels!

- Part squirrel, part Scott Hoager.

- Squogre.

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