let's see.
Does any one of you have a bracelet
or a ring or something...
that you can twist?
- No, Miss Price.
- What about you, Paul?
Always carry a few things
around with me.
Never know when they
might come in useful.
Piece of blue glass,
lovely bit of string.
Horseshoe nail.
- What's that?
- Knob come from the bed upstairs.
- It twists, don't it?
- Yeah, it twisted right off.
Yes, I think that
will be all right.
Carrie, turn the light
down a little bit, will you?
Hellebore, Henbane, Aconite.
Glowworm fire, firefly light!
There. Isn't that pretty?
Is that all we get?
This knob will now work
the famous traveling spell.
And what's the famous
traveling spell?
How does it work?
Well, you take this knob
and put it back on the bed upstairs,
then turn it smartly
a quarter turn to the left.
Then in a firm, clear voice,
tell it where you want to go,
and the bed will take you there.
- Go on!
- Miss Price, will it, really?
Well, I see no reason
to think otherwise.
Oh, thank you
for the lovely gift.
Oh, I'm sorry, but it does belong to Paul.
He's the only one who can work the spell.
- Me?
- Yes.
That's right.
Mine, weren't it?
- That's the way the spell works.
- Nice mess he'll make of things.
Oh, bother.
You children run upstairs.
But mind you don't try anything
with the bedknob until I get back.
Good morning, Miss Price.
I was just admiring the sound
workmanship of your lovely house.
- Yes?
- I was in the village...
and as I was taking
my morning constitutional,
Mrs. Hobday asked if I might...
deliver this letter to you.
Oh, and I must say I did welcome the opportunity
of having another chat with you.
- I always find them so refreshing.
- Thank you very much.
Dear Madame,
it grieves me to inform you...
that due to the war we have been forced
to close down our college of witchcraft.
This means that we shall not
be sending you the final lesson...
in which you expressed
so much interest.
We were wondering what was keeping you.
- I've had some very bad news.
- Is there anything we can do?
No. No, thank you.
Yes.
- Yes, there is something that Paul can do.
- Me?
Paul, I need the bedknob back.
I must get to London immediately.
No, I want to go
to the jungle.
- Oh, I know, but-
- Wait a moment.
- I'll handle this.
- Charlie, be careful.
What you're saying, Miss Price,
is you now wish to take the object...
which you gave
to an innocent child...
and get him mixed up
in some kind of witch's hanky-panky.
Well, yes, in a way, but-
Well, a few odd shillings
might fix matters up, as you might say.
No, Charles.
Money has got nothing to do with it...
and, as a matter of fact,
neither have you.
Come with me, Paul.
Now, Paul, ridiculous as it
may seem to have to explain
this to a six-year-old child,
- but I do need your help.
- Go ahead.
I was expecting
a very important spell in the mail...
from my teacher, Professor
Emelius Browne, and it hasn't come.
What's that got to do
with my knob?
I must go to London immediately
and see Professor Browne.
With his help, we may be able
to bring this war to a successful end.
That is why I need the knob.
What is your decision?
Thank you, Paul.
I brought this for your hair, Carrie.
It may be windy.
Thank you.
Oh, it's ever so nice.
Paul, have you been
to the bathroom?
- Twice.
- Good.
Charles, you better put on something
warmer. The bed may travel quite fast.
I'm not going.
I'm staying right here.
But why, Charlie?
All that rubbish about a traveling bed.
It won't work.
- That's why.
- Carrie, help me to pull the bed out.
We don't want to scratch the wall
when we take off, do we?
Now, how's a ruddy big bed
like that gonna get out of this room...
with those little windows?
I don't know, Charles.
There's a great many things
about magic that I don't know.
We'll just have to find out.
Lovely. Just so's
you leave me out of it.
I don't fancy
making a fool of myself.
What's