Bridge To Terabithia Page #6

We rule Terabithia,

and nothing crushes us!

I'll race you to the rope.

I love this place!

Go on, get out of here.

And don't come back.

What do you think you're doing?

- I took care of it for you.

- Did you, now? Now, how'd you do that?

I took him into the forest.

He's not coming back, promise.

Did he tell you he's gonna

stay the hell out of the greenhouse?

No, he went out there

and he's not coming...

Jess, you need to understand

something, OK?

This is not one of your cartoons. This

is just a pest that eats up our food,

money we earn and time we don't have.

- OK.

- Get your head out of the clouds

and do as I say.

OK.

Good night, sweetheart.

Sweet dreams.

Lights out, Jess.

Night, Dad.

Are we slaying the giant troll

after school today?

You've got your head

in the clouds, Leslie.

- Huh?

- There is no giant troll, all right?

Well, you better not let

the Terabithians hear you.

They thought you were their king.

Alexandra, my daddy gave me Twinkies!

Neither one squished, 'cause I

didn't put them next to my drink.

I'd shut up about those Twinkies.

You're just mad 'cause I

got some and you didn't.

Whatever. Don't cry to me

when you lose them.

I'll eat them, not lose them.

Jess! Jess!

Janice Avery stole my Twinkies!

Janice Avery stole my Twinkies!

- I told you, keep your mouth shut.

- She's there. What are you gonna do?

And she makes you pay to pee!

It's a dollar, shorty.

But I don't have a dollar.

That's not fair, is it?

Peeing's definitely supposed to be free.

Free to pee!

Free to pee! Free to pee! Free to pee!

Let's go.

I want my Twinkies, Janice Avery.

What Twinkies, Twinkie?

You're supposed to beat her up.

You're my brother!

Do you know what would happen

if I were to pick a fight with her?

You'll get your butt kicked.

No, I'd get kicked out of school for

fighting a girl. What's that prove?

She stole my Twinkies.

Come on.

It's all right, May Belle.

We'll get her back. Won't we, Jess?

Don't let

the Terabithians hear you.

They thought you were their king.

Jess! Jess!

Oh... Hi! Look at you!

That is your very own, certified,

purebred, giant troll hunter.

- He's for me?

- Yeah,

he just took a giant

pee all over my sweatshirt.

Wow, Jess. Thank you.

I name you Prince Terrien,

giant troll hunter extraordinaire.

P.T. for short.

Hey! I think he smells a troll.

Come on.

Oh, no! We've got company!

Dead meat! Dead meat!

- Dead meat! Dead meat!

- Hairy Vultures!

What's that?

It's a giant troll.

Nice feet.

Run!

Oh, my gosh!

I think we lost it.

Leslie...

- What's its weak spot?

- Does it have a weak spot?

I don't know!

Just making it madder!

P. T!

That's it! That's its weak spot!

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