Matilda Page #3

Was it magic, or coincidence?

We only use

a tiny portion of our brains.

The events of the following day

made Matilda discover her strength.

- I need a car. Can you service me?

- Yes. Welcome to Wormwood Motors.

- Harry Wormwood, owner and founder.

- Agatha Trunchbull, Principal.

I want a tight car,

because I run a tight ship.

My school is a model of discipline.

"Use the rod. beat the child."

Do you have brats?

- A boy, Mikey, and one mistake.

- They're all mistakes, children.

- I'm glad I never was one.

- I'm gonna make you a great deal.

You had better.

Thank you. Enjoy it.

Thank you. Enjoy it.

Hey, you.

You're going to school.

You'll get a real education

at this place.

Matilda had always wanted

to go to school.

She tried to imagine

what her new school would be like.

She pictured a lovely building,

surrounded by trees and flowers.

There was a building. And children!

Regardless of how the school looked,

she was happy to be there.

After all, any school is better

than no school at all. Isn't it?

You... detention.

You're too small. Grow up quicker!

Heads up! Shoulders back!

- Sorry.

- It's better than being out there.

- Is that my teacher?

- No, that's the principal.

The principal likes to snap a whip

in here to see who's hiding.

- I'm Matilda.

- Lavender.

- I'm Hortensia.

- Does she really hit children?

No. What she does is worse.

Like yesterday, in the second grade.

She makes weekly visits to show

the teachers how to handle kids.

- Julius ate two M&Ms.

- And she caught him?

- Julius ate two M&Ms.

- And she caught him?

Of course!

- Was Julius okay?

- He lived, if that's what you mean.

She used to be in the Olympics.

Shot-put, javelin, hammer throw.

So she does this all the time?

- It's better than the Chokey.

- Chokey?

It's a tall hole in the wall.

a drippy pipe with jagged edges.

The walls have nails sticking out.

Get in, you festering bowl of pus!

I've been in there twice.

- Didn't you tell your parents?

- Would your parents believe it?

You must obey Miss Trunchbull.

No. Here she comes!

Ah! Fresh meat!

- Amanda Thripp.

- Yes. Miss Trunchbull.

What are those...

hanging down by your ears?

- You mean my pigtails?

- Are you a pig?

- No. Miss Trunchbull.

- Do I allow pigs in my school?

- My mommy thinks they're sweet.

- Your mommy is a twit!

- Chop them off by tomorrow, or...

- But...

But?

Did you say "but"?

- Hammer throw.

- Definitely.

I'll give you "but".

- Good loft!

- Excellent release!

Think she'll make the fence?

Get to class before I throw you all

in the Chokey.

- Lavender, what's my teacher like?

- Run. run. run!

Faster! Get in!

Matilda's teacher, Miss Honey,

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