Creepers.
That's the name he came with.
You will sleep in here.
This was my father's bedroom.
I want you to be very careful
of everything in it.
- You boys take the bed there.
- All right, miss.
- What was your name?
- It's Carrie, miss.
- You sleep on the sofa in there.
- Thank you, miss.
Is that all you brought?
We ain't exactly burdened down
with frillies.
Travel light, that's us.
I don't think this arrangement
is going to work,
but it seems that
I have no alternative.
We'll do our best, miss.
Really, we will.
Thank you, Carrie.
The bathroom is along the landing.
Supper is at six.
You'll wash thoroughly...
Wash?!
You will wash yourselves
otherwise there will be no supper.
Is that clear?
A house of horror.
That's what we've come to.
I'll get your clothes.
Please don't bother to whisper.
I'm exceptionally keen of hearing.
You are planning
to run back to London.
Please do your plotting elsewhere
where I shan't have to listen to it.
I don't know much
about what children eat.
You'll have to make do as I do.
Is there anything in particular
that you fancy?
Sausage and mash,
bubble and squeak,
toad in the hole, fried fish...
Anything at all.
I'm afraid you won't find
any fried foods in this house.
No fried food?
How do you keep your health?
Cabbage buds, rose hips,
hyssop seed, elm bark,
wattle yeast and stewed nettles.
"Dear Madame, with this shipment
the Emelius Browne Correspondence
College of Witchcraft
sends you its congratulations
on qualifying
for the first degree
of your chosen calling.
You may now call yourself
'apprentice witch'.
Yours faithfully, Emelius Browne".
My first broom.
Time to go. Everybody up.
Wake up, Paul.
We're going back to London.
Let's see how we fly this thing.
Here we are.
"Clasp the broom with both hands".
Yes, of course.
"Never astride the broom".
"Technically, a witch is always a lady
unless circumstances dictate otherwise.
"Take an easy, graceful
sideways position".
Of course, that's much better.
An easy, graceful sideways position.
There we are. How's that?
"To start up the broom,
your basic formula:
"La kipo necriff scrumpet leech".
I wasn't ready!
"La kipo necriff scrumpet leech".
Now watch this.
Here we go.
La kipo necriff scrumpet leech!
It's going to be
a little different this time.
All right. I know it's not ladylike.
La kipo necriff scrumpet leech.
What's the matter?
- How does she do that?
- 'Cause she's a witch.
That's the sort of thing witches do.
She don't fly good, do she?
- She's crashed.
- Now's our chance to hop it.
- Suppose she's hurt?
- Go on. You can't hurt a witch.
Look out!
She's proper cross now.
Let's get away from here.
Hang on. I'm having a bit of a think.
A witch she is, says you.
Then let's use the old loaf, says I.
- Let's get back to London.
- What we have is an opportunity.
She don't want anyone
to know she's a witch, does she?
- Not ruddy likely.
- That's the opportunity.
And I intend to make the most of it.
Come on.
- Bran porridge.
- Thank you, miss.
Very healthful, I'm sure.
- Hurt your foot, Miss Price?
- Just twisted my ankle.
- Sorry to hear that.
- Thank you. It's nothing serious.
Lovely weather for flying last night.
Why did you say that, Charles?
Game's up, Miss Price.
We know what you are.
I see.
Don't worry, Miss Price.
No one's gonna peach on you.
Thank you. I should be most grateful
if you didn't tell anyone.
'Course there have to be one or two
little changes made around here.
I mean, I'd like to see an occasional
sausage on the table here.
- A bit of strawberry jam.
- Charlie!
Let me handle this.
And another thing, Miss Price.
There'll be no more of this wash,
wash, wash, morning and night.
Anything else?
Now you mention it,
I could do with a bit of lolly.
Lolly?
Cash. Cold, hard cash.
You must have buckets of it.
The most accomplished of witches
can't make money out of thin air.
Have you ever heard of a