Escape to Witch Mountain

[heavy breathing]

[footsteps approaching]

[distant dogs barking]

[barking getting louder]

[children shouting indistinctly]

Well, here we are!

You're Tony

and you're Tia.

- Ma'am.

- Hello, Mrs. Grindley.

Oh, such

fine-looking children.

I know you're anxious

to see your rooms,

But first we have

some forms to fill out.

Then we'll join the others

for dinner, all right?

Tia, what a pretty case!

Well.

It ain't nothing writing out

those entry forms.

Wait'll she lays one of those

enlightened punishments on you.

"after you watch the 5:00 news,

You can write a 500-word

composition."

Brother!

Tony, what should

I put after sports?

Hmm,

put "spectator."

Dumb pen's out of ink.

I'm finished.

You can use mine.

Hey, I lost one just like this

when I was coming in this barn.

Tia's had that

since Christmas.

Sure she has.

Give it back!

Take it.

Now children, that wasn't

so difficult, was it?

No, ma'am.

Now, then.

Truck, I want you to

wait for me in my office.

We'll read this together.

I keep forgetting

what it feels like to sit down.

Now then, I know how

both of you must feel.

Your foster parents are

the only parents you remember.

Now that they've passed away,

you're just a little bit scared.

We loved them

very much.

Yes, ma'am,

we miss them.

You only remember

your adoptive name? Malone?

Tia was around three

and I was five when

the Malones adopted us.

Did either of you ever receive

a birthday card from a relative?

Or perhaps a phone call

at Christmas?

Something you may have

forgotten.

Oft times the most trivial thing

is important.

Tia?

What is it, dear?

You look as though you're

remembering something.

No. No, Mrs. Grindley.

I'm sorry.

[chuckling] why, there's nothing

to be sorry about, dear.

[children shouting]

[children cheering]

You're out, truck.

[cheering]

Nobody can jump that high,

Malone. You stood on something.

- Great catch!

- How'd you do it anyhow?

You're just trying

to rip me off.

I was safe at third.

Safe. There's something

funny about this.

I'm gonna

teach you a lesson.

Tony...

- [truck groans]

- [children gasp]

[gasps]

Cut it out, all right?

[groans]

Ow!

Tony, why'd you do that?

You don't think we're gonna

get away with it, do you?

You see?

Tony, you promised me

and I promised you.

We wouldn't... You know,

Do the kind of stuff

you did with truck.

You remember how it used to be

When we thought

it was all funny.

Like a game.

All the other kids thought

we were some kind of

freaks or witches.

[whispering] I know, Tia.

We lost all of our friends

until we quit doing

all the spooky stuff.

You should've let

truck beat up on you.

Are you kidding? He's got

five inches and 50 pounds on me.

Then you should've made it

look like he was winning.

I suppose.

Tony?

Do you hear the dogs?

No. How far?

Oh, about 20 Miles.

Big dogs, six or seven.

[distant barking]

Yeah. I can hear them now.

That's awful far. Even for us.

Why are we hearing them, Tony?

I think it means that

we're gonna see 'em some day.

[children chattering]

If the bus is any later,

Mrs. Grindley,

We'll miss the

beginning of the picture.

- [all] yeah.

- I'll see what's keeping them.

All right, truck.

You guys, wanna see

something really neat?

That's my

star case, truck.

And you're his sister.

[Tia] Tony, please,

not another fight.

It's your star case, Tia.

He might smash it.

Give it back

to Tia now.

- I'll fight you with one hand.

- [cat groans]

- I'll fight you with none.

- [cat hisses]

- Come on!

- [snarling]

[children gasp]

- [bus horn honks]

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