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.
It may be windy.
Thank you. It's ever so nice.
Paul, have you been
to the bathroom?
- Twice.
- Good.
Charles, put on something warmer.
The bed may travel quite fast.
I'm not going.
I'm staying right here.
But why?
All that rubbish about a travelling 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.
How's a ruddy big bed like that
gonna get out of this room
with those little windows?
I don't know. There's a great many
things about magic that I don't know.
- We'll just have to find out.
- Lovely!
Just leave me out of it.
I don't fancy
making a fool of myself.
What's come over you lately, Charlie?
You're no fun any more.
Help me tidy up. We don't want
to go to London with an unmade bed.
- How old is Charles?
- Eleven, going on twelve.
I see. That's what my father used
to call the age of not believing.
What's that supposed to be?
When you rush around
in hopeless circles
Searching everywhere
for something true
You're at the age of not believing
When all the make-believe
is through
That's Charlie to a tee.
When you set aside
your childhood heroes
And your dreams are lost
upon a shelf
You're at the age of not believing
And worst of all you doubt yourself
Throw that away.
You're a castaway
where no one hears you
On a barren isle in a lonely sea
What's that? Poetry?
Where did all the happy endings go?
Where can all the good times be?
Everyone on the bed who's going.
You must face the age
of not believing
Doubting everything you ever knew
The knob.
Until at last you start believing
There's something wonderful in you
Lovely sentiment, I'm sure.
- Are you ready, Paul?
- Yes, Miss Price.
Repeat after me.
Take us to
Professor Emelius Browne...
Very good.
Headmaster, Correspondence
College of Witchcraft.
...of Witchcraft, London.
When I say go,
tap the knob three times
and turn it a quarter turn
to the left.
- Left...
- That's it.
We'd better hold on tight.
The behaviour of the bed
is something I'm not sure of.
Let me breathe a little.
All right, Paul. Ready? Go.
One... two... three...
- Is this London?
- Course it is!
- Smell that lovely sooty air.
- Marvellous, ain't it?
- Charles, are you convinced?
- Not yet I ain't.
I don't see no Professor Browne.
Neither do I.
You children look after the bed
while I make enquiries for Mr Browne.
- I told you this bed wouldn't work.
- Don't start that again.
It didn't work. It was supposed
to take us to Professor Browne.
- ''Professor Browne.''
- Come on!
Ladies and gentlemen,
gather round, please.
Please note the name:
Professor Emelius Browne.
I am here to divert, to amuse,
and, yes, even to help you.
- There he is!
- It is not what things are...
It is what they seem to be.
Is that not so?
That ain't the kind
of professor I expected.
I'm not sure it's the kind
Miss Price expected, either.
What effect a little smoke is...
with a dash of hocus-pocus
and the scent of burning...
and the scent
of burning sulphur in the air.
And now, for my next trick,
may I draw your attention
to this solid piece
of ordinary window glass,
framed in an ordinary
unprepared frame.
May I also draw your attention
to this perfectly ordinary steel nail.
Now I shall place the framed glass
in this brown, unprepared...
Unprepared, mark you...
Unprepared brown paper bag.
I shall now attempt to drive
the steel nail through the glass
without breaking the glass.
''Impossible!'' I hear you say.
We shall see.
He ain't very good,
even if he is a professor.
I tell you what I'm going to do.
No, please don't go.
Don't