to her.
- She don't frighten me.
She can't even ride a proper broom.
Excuse me, Charles.
Filigree, apogee,
pedigree, perigee.
Oh, Charlie!
That's better than a toad!
That's a rabbit!
Bother! I never seem
to be able to manage toads.
Stop! Leave him alone!
- Don't let Charlie get hurt.
- My spells don't last very long.
I'm just an apprentice witch.
Look out, Charlie!
You flaming brute!
I'll teach you to do that to me!
Let Cosmic Creepers alone.
Weren't his fault.
I'm afraid it's my fault.
Bad enough not being able
to manage a broom.
I can't perform
a simple, basic spell.
You dared her to do it.
I don't see why we can't all be friends.
Maybe she's not a wicked witch.
Of course I'm not!
- See?
- If only I could trust you.
You see, the work I'm doing
is so important to the war effort.
- How do you mean?
- I mean exceptionally important.
Most secret.
What do you say, Charlie?
We can keep a secret.
Yeah. If someone
made it worth our while.
I don't follow.
Simple. You give us something
valuable to seal the pact.
Oh, Charlie,
don't try to be clever again.
It's for our own protection,
ain't it?
If we broke the pact, we'd have
to give back the valuable object.
I think it's an excellent idea.
I wonder what I could give you.
Would you settle for one of my spells?
Bet that's not worth much.
Come with me.
- I like you better as a rabbit.
- Shut up, you.
Well, I never had a rabbit.
Careful what you touch in here.
Rum sort of place, ain't it?
When I signed for my witchcraft
course there was a free bonus,
a marvellous travelling spell
if you paid in advance.
I think I'll give you that one.
- Is it valuable?
- Certainly.
Poisoned dragon's liver?
You mean you poison the dragon
or just the liver?
It comes prepared.
It's part of the school equipment.
Here we are. The travelling spell.
Everybody gather round.
All right now. Let's see.
Does any one of you have
a bracelet or a ring?
- Something that you can twist.
- No, Miss Price.
- What about you, Paul?
- Always carry a few things around.
Never know when they might come
in useful. Piece of blue glass.
Lovely bit of string.
Horseshoe nail.
What's that?
Knob from the bed upstairs.
- It twists, don't it?
- Yeah. Twisted right off.
Yes, I think that will be all right.
Carrie, turn the light down
a little bit, will you?
Hellebore, henbane, aconite...
glow-worm fire, firefly light!
There. Isn't that pretty?
Is that all we get?
This knob will now work
the famous travelling spell.
And what's
the famous travelling spell?
- How does it work?
- 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!
- Will it really?
- I see no reason to think otherwise.
Thank you for the lovely gift.
Sorry, but it belongs to Paul. He's the
only one who can work the spell.
- Me?
- Yes.
That's right. My knob, weren't it?
That's the way the spell works.
Nice mess he'll make of things.
Oh, bother.
You children run upstairs.
Don't try anything with the bedknob
till I get back.
''Dear Madam,
it grieves me to inform you
that 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.''
- What's 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?
- I need the bedknob back.
- I must get to London.
- No. I want to go to the jungle.
Come with me, Paul.
Now, Paul.
Ridiculous as it may seem
to have to explain this
to a six-year-old,
- 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