Bridge To Terabithia Page #5

- Squogre!

The sneaky foot soldiers

of the Dark Master.

- They're attacking!

- We need ammo!

This is not good.

- See them? Up there?

- Yeah.

- Do you? Really?

- Yeah.

Les...

Leslie?

Leslie. Leslie!

Come on. You can see

the whole kingdom from up here.

Isn't this cool?

We can do anything here.

Look at it.

It's all ours.

From the mountains to the oceans.

- What am I looking for exactly?

- You'll see.

Just close your eyes...

...but keep your mind wide open.

Wow.

What do we call this place?

Terabithia.

Shh.

Everybody tiptoe. OK, ready?

Happy birthday!

Make a wish.

- Yay!

- What'd you wish for?

- This is cheap junk.

- No, it isn't.

- I love it.

- How? It doesn't even work.

I don't think we have

the hang of it yet, Dad.

You know what? Keep the box.

We'll see if we can take it back.

Daddy, there's something

in the greenhouse.

That's the last thing I need,

some animal chewing it's way in here.

What are you going to do

if you catch it?

These vegetables are our livelihood.

Can't afford to share them

with animals that get in here.

- So, you're gonna kill it?

- Have to.

Well, he's not gonna

get in here now, right, Dad?

Hope not. But if he does,

you just let me deal with it.

Is there anything else

I can help you with?

No, why don't you go on and do

your homework, I'll clean this mess up.

Under the seat.

I heard it was

your birthday yesterday.

- Like it?

- Wow.

It must've cost a fortune.

What's it matter what it costs?

I don't know.

Well, I can take it back

and get a cheaper one, if you want.

Thanks... a lot.

Look.

The squogre and the vulture.

Hey, here he comes.

And a guy who can stand up to a squogre

is scared of a Hoager?

Ms. Edmunds?

- He speaks.

- Can I help you with those?

You sure can.

And you just made my day.

- Great.

- I'll get that one.

Thank you.

- Hey, guys.

- Oh, hi, boys.

How come you're so good at that?

- Good at what?

- Building stuff.

You're good at it for a girl.

Same way I'm fast... for a girl.

You know what I mean.

You're pretty good at art... for a boy.

OK, OK, truce.

Don't your parents notice

this stuff's missing?

Not when they're in

the middle of writing a book.

What's that?

Show yourselves!

It's a giant troll!

No, it's a giant tree

that almost killed us!

You think that tree

just fell all by itself?

Come on.

When the Dark Master saw

the squogres weren't scaring us away,

- he sent a giant troll.

- How big?

That's how big its feet are.

- You really think so?

- What else could it be?

What should we do?

If we had a troll hunter, we could

track its scent and sneak up on it.

Hey, look at that! Come on!

I think it went that way!

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