Halloweentown II: Kalabar's Revenge

(Marnie) Two years ago.

Before I even knew I was a witch.

That was the last time

I was in Halloweentown.

My mom Gwen.

My grandma Aggie. My sister Sophie

and my brother Dylan and I

all had to join together

and use the power of the Cromwell

witch family to defeat Kalabar.

An evil warlock who's had a thing

for my mother since they were teenagers.

Halloweentown

was always a happy place

where creatures of different sizes

and shapes and species...

some of them downright weird...

could live apart from the real world

in peace and harmony.

So. After we saved Halloweentown.

Grandma decided

to leave her comfy house there

and live with our family

in the mortal world.

Now it's Halloween night again.

The only night we can pass freely

between Halloweentown and our world.

I'm thinking about Halloweentown.

I wonder how it's changed.

Grandma says things in Halloweentown

are always changing.

I know nothing has changed at our house.

Mom and Grandma are fighting again.

(female computer voice)

What's going on at your party?

Ehh... I'm avoiding it.

Why?

What's the matter?

(Sophie) Marnie,

Grandma wants you to come down.

([music] rock)

One per customer, please.

Yes, we have hats for everybody.

Everybody, now, don't...

Don't fight. No fighting.

Witches don't fight.

Oh, now, if you're going to be

real witches and warlocks,

we need brooms, too, right?

Here we go.

Ooh! Magic, magic, brooms, brooms.

There you are, dear.

You got here just at the

right time, Marnie.

Now, perhaps you'd like

to take our little partygoers

for a little spin around the house.

Grandma, I don't think

this is a very good idea.

What? Oh, fiddle.

I can't let your mother

spoil my fun every day of the year.

- Mother.

- Oh, hello, dear.

I spend all of my time

trying to keep you

from turning my own daughters

against me.

Now you're gonna corrupt

all the children in the neighborhood.

Mom, we're not turning against you.

My dear, if you want to reject your

heritage, that's your business,

but someone has to take my place

as head of the Cromwell line,

and I know Marnie is just the stuff.

Or me.

I'd be good, too.

- That's right. That's right.

- All right, dress-up's over.

We've got bobbing for apples

right over there.

- (children groaning)

- Oh, yes, it's fun. It's fun. Go play.

Well, I hope you're happy.

Oh, ecstatic.

I'll take Grandma.

(woman) Hey. Gort. Are you home?

- (gruff voice) What do you want?

- Hi. Gort.

I'm asking everyone for a small donation

for the Halloweentown school.

Forget it. Astrid.

I don't give to charity.

Astrid, you're forever the optimist.

That's Gort, right?

He's the one who steals the socks?

Oh, he doesn't steal them.

He's more like a junk magnet.

Everything in the

universe that gets lost...

that other sock,

the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle,

the earring you put down

for just a second...

they all end up in Gort's front yard.

Not that he's willing

to part with any of it.

(jingling sound)

(Sophie) Oh, look, there's Benny.

Why don't you go back to Halloweentown

tonight while the portal's open?

I know you miss Astrid and Benny

and all your friends there.

(chuckles)

After a year away,

going back for just a few hours...

is harder than not going back at all.

No, I'll just wait till next Halloween,

and then I can take Marnie for the year.

But won't a year in Halloweentown

feel like 100 years to her?

Oh, becoming the head of the Cromwell

witches takes commitment, Sophie.

She can't live in both worlds.

She has to choose.

Ohh, look, look, look.

There's Luke.

Oh, he's becoming a fine young goblin,

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