The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Edmund! Get away from there!

Peter! What do you think you're doing?

Peter, quickly, the shelter. Now!

- Come on!

- Wait...

Come on, leave it!

Mommy!

Lucy, come on!

- Come on, quickly!

- Run!

Run!

- Hurry!

- Mum!

- Wait! Dad!

- Ed!

- Edmund, no!

- I'll get him!

- Peter, come back!

- Ed! Come here!

Edmund! Get down!

Come on, you idiot, run!

Get out!

Come on!

Hurry!

Why can't you think of anyone

but yourself? You're so selfish!

- You could've got us killed!

- Stop it!

Why can't you just do as you're told?

You need to keep this on, darling.

All right?

You warm enough? Good girl.

If Dad were here,

he wouldn't make us go.

If Dad were here, it'd mean the war

was over and we wouldn't have to.

You will listen to your brother,

won't you, Edmund?

Promise me you'll look after the others.

I will, Mum.

- Good man.

- All aboard! All aboard!

Susan.

Be a big girl.

All right. Off you go.

Hey, get off. I know

how to get on a train by myself.

Get off me!

May I have your tickets, please?

Tickets, please.

Peter.

Come on, Lucy.

We have to stick together now.

Everything's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be fine.

- Bye-bye, dear.

- Bye! We'll miss you! See you soon.

The professor knew we were coming.

Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled.

Come on, hup!

And whoa. Whoa.

- Mrs. Macready?

- I'm afraid so.

Is this it, then?

Haven't you brought anything else?

No, ma'am.

It's just us.

Small favors.

Come on.

Good girl. Come on. Come on.

Professor Kirke is not accustomed

to havin' children in this house.

And, as such, there are a few rules

we need to follow.

There will no shoutin'.

Or runnin'.

No improper use of the dumbwaiter.

No touchin' of the historical artifacts!

And above all,

there shall be no disturbin'

of the professor.

The sheets feel scratchy.

Wars don't last forever, Lucy.

We'll be home soon.

- Yeah, if home's still there.

- Isn't it time you were in bed?

- Yes, Mum.

- Ed!

You saw outside.

This place is huge.

We can do whatever we want here.

Tomorrow's going to be great.

Really.

"Gastrovascular."

Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular.

- Is it Latin?

- Yes.

Is it Latin for

"worst game ever invented"?

We could play hide and seek.

But we're already having so much fun.

Come on, Peter, please.

Pretty please?

- One, two, three, four...

- What?

...five, six, seven, eight,

nine, ten, eleven...

...24, 25, 26...

I was here first!

Were you hiding from me?

No.

Uh, well...

I just... I...

No. No. I-I-I just...

I was just, um...

I didn't want to scare you.

If you don't mind my asking...

what are you?

Well, I'm a...

Well, I'm a faun.

And what about you?

You must be some kind of

beardless dwarf?

I'm not a dwarf! I'm a girl!

And, actually, I'm tallest in my class.

You mean to say that

you're a Daughter of Eve?

Well, my mum's name is Helen.

Yes, but you are in fact human.

Yes, of course.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was hiding in the wardrobe

in the spare room, and...

Spare Oom? Is that in Narnia?

Narnia? What's that?

Well, dear girl,

you're in it.

Everything from the lamppost

all the way to Castle Cair Paravel

on the Eastern Ocean,

every stick and stone you see,

every icicle is Narnia.

This is an awfully big wardrobe.

War Drobe? I'm sorry.

Please allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Tumnus.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tumnus.

I'm Lucy Pevensie.

- Oh, you shake it.

- Uh... Why?

I... I don't know.

People do it when they meet each other.

Well, then, Lucy Pevensie

from the shining city of War Drobe

in the wondrous land of Spare Oom,

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