The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

All right, that's it.

One, two, three.

Are you sure you're 18?

Why, do I look older?

Alberta Scrubb?

That's a typographical error.

It's supposed to be Albert A. Scrubb.

Edmund...

you're supposed to be helping me

with the groceries.

Better luck next time, eh, squirt?

Squirt!

He barely had two years on me.

I'm a king! I've fought wars

and I've led armies.

Not in this world.

Yeah, instead I'm stuck here,

doing battle...

with Eustace Clarence Scrubb.

If anyone so deserved a name.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Come on then.

Dear diary, it is now day 253...

since my wretched cousins

Edmund and Lucy invaded our house.

Not sure how much longer

I can cope living with them...

having to share my things.

If only one could treat relatives

like one treats insects...

all my problems would be solved.

I could simply put them in a jar

or pin them to my wall.

I'm home. Hello!

Note to self,

investigate legal ramifications...

of impaling relatives.

That concludes

the war news from the Western Front.

Hello, Uncle Harold.

I tried to find some carrots...

but all they had were turnips again.

Shall I start making soup?

Aunt Alberta's on her way home.

Uncle Harold?

Father. Edmund's making faces at you.

Why, you little...

Father, he's gonna hit me!

Edmund, look!

It's from Susan.

I do wish you were here with us.

It's been such an adventure,

but nothing like our times in Narnia.

America is very exciting...

except we never see Father.

He works so very hard.

I was invited...

"...to the British Consul's tea party

this week by a naval officer...

who happens to be very handsome.

I think he fancies me."

Hmm.

"It seems the Germans have made

the crossing difficult right now.

Times are hard.

Mother hopes you both won't mind

another few months in Cambridge."

Another few months?

How will we survive?

You're lucky...

at least you've got your own room.

I'm stuck with mullet mouth.

Susan and Peter

are the lucky ones.

Off on adventures.

Yeah, they're the eldest

and we're the youngest.

We don't matter as much.

Do you think I look anything like Susan?

Lucy...

have you seen this ship before?

Yes. It's very

Narnian-looking, isn't it?

Yeah.

Just another reminder

that we're here and not there.

There once were two orphans

who wasted their time

believing in Narnian nursery rhymes...

- Please let me hit him.

- No!

- Don't you ever knock?

- It's my house. I'll do as I please.

You're just guests.

What's so fascinating

about that picture anyway?

It's hideous.

You won't see it

from the other side of the door.

Edmund, it looks like

the water is actually moving.

What rubbish!

See?

That's what happens...

when you read all those fanciful novels

and fairy tales of yours.

There once was a boy called Eustace

who read books

full of facts that were useless

People who read fairy tales...

are always the sort who become

a hideous burden to people like me...

who read books

with real information.

"Hideous burden"?

I haven't seen you lift a finger

since we've been here.

I have a mind to tell your father

you stole Aunt Alberta's sweets.

- Liar!

- Oh, really?

Edmund, the painting.

I found them under your bed,

and you know what?

I licked every one of them.

Ugh! I'm infected with you!

What's going on here?

- Lucy, do you think...?

- It's some kind of trick!

Stop it or I'll tell mother.

Mother!

Mother!

I'll just smash the rotten thing.

No, Eustace! No!

We can't stop it!

Get off me! Get off!

Let go of it, Eustace! Put it down!

- Get off it!

- Let go!

Edmund!

Edmund!

What's happening?

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