all this war business
is over.
I see.
And then, perhaps, I shall
realize my fondest dream-
Eglantine and Emelius,
illusionists extraordinary.
Just think how that'll
look on the poster, huh?
Uh, the children
are going to miss you.
- You really think they will?
- Yes.
Well, I shall miss you-
all of you.
If I don't go now,
you might never get rid of me.
Good-bye, Carrie.
Must you really go?
Yes, I- I think it's best
for everybody. Good-bye, Paul.
I still think you
should be our father.
Good-bye, Charlie.
- Do you want me to come down
to the station with you?
- No.
No, you stay here
and look after everybody.
- Good-bye, Miss Price.
- Good-bye, Mr. Browne.
No one to miss
if he's gone too long
No one to comfort
if things go wrong
That's how
I want it to be
Nobody's problems for me
No one who needs me
to ease his pain
No one to call me
his ball and chain
Nobody's problems for me
And that's how
I choose it to be
No troubles and strife
in this life that I lead
No tempers to humor
No hungers to feed
No one to warm
when the winter's cold
No one to pamper
No hand to hold
And that's how
it always will be
No
Nobody's problems
For me
When is the next train
to London, please?
Lord bless you, sir.
There ain't no train.
Nothin' 'til milk job,
4:00 a. m. tomorrow morning.
- Mind if I waited here?
- You suit yourself. Good night, sir.
Good night.
Out you go, Cosmic.
Hello? Hello!
Hello!
Hello?
Emelius Browne, do you know
you could be warm and cozy...
in that house
at this very moment?
For once in your useless life,
you really seem to have been needed.
You're a failure, Emelius Browne,
and a coward.
No, fraulein, this is not the invasion.
Just a little exercise.
A minor raid to induce panic
and to spread a little mischief.
When you English
get it through your head...
that the German forces can land at will
whenever and wherever we please,
perhaps you will consider
a reasonable peace.
Not bloody likely!
Go on, Miss Price.
Do it to him.
I must say,
it's very tempting.
Colonel, how would you feel about
being turned into a nice, white rabbit?
I said, how would you feel about being
turned into a nice, white rabbit?
Be quiet, please!
Filigree, Apogee, Epigee-
Not again!
Your memory, Miss Price.
Charles, would you kindly fetch
my notebook from the workroom, please?
Righto.
Let go of that child this instant!
Silence!
Fraulein, we have work to do.
I am sorry, but I must send
all of you someplace...
where you will no longer
be a nuisance.
As the words sell the tune
And the moonbeams the moon
All I need to succeed
in my plan
Is a champion rare
With a flourish
and a flair
Oh.
Eglantine.
Where's the spell for rabbits?
Easiest of all, she says.
Confound it. Can't women ever learn
to file things properly?
Ah, here it is.
"Filigree, Apogee, Pedigree, Perigee".
That's it.
Filigree...
Apogee, Pedigree, Perigee.
Now, come along, my boy.
Just for once in your life,
you've got to believe in something.
That's it.
Good lad.
Filigree, Apogee,
Pedigree, Perigee.
Now, what's the use of putting the children
and me in that drafty castle?
It's quite chilly, you know.
Because, fraulein, the colonel believes when
the British female decides to become a nuisance,
she can become
the greatest nuisance in the world.
And I'm inclined
to agree with him.
You need a lesson in manners, Sergeant.
If I only had my notebook,
I'd make certain you'd learn a few.
Jumpin'Jehoshaphat! MoreJerries.
- Take it easy, can't you?
- Try holding your breath.
I am holding it.
We could strip him down
and grease him with soap.
No, it's no good.
He can't do it.
I could've told you that
in the first place.
If we can't get Paul out to give the alarm,
we'll just have to think of something else.
- What about that spell that
makes things move about?
- Oh, but I need weapons.
How 'bout all these things?
I'm afraid they're
a bit ancient.
Where did