Original subtitles

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The Scary Antiquarium

Screenplay: Chiaki Konaka

Director: Harume Kosaka

Anyone around?

Potpourri!

Hey Natsumi!

Potpourri, Potpourri! I read a book at the kindergarten today!

Really? What kind of book did you read?

Um, um, it was The Bear in the Forest.

I know that!

That's the one where a girl gets lost in the woods and goes into the house where the bears live.

I really like that story too!

So nostalgic!

♪One day♪

♪In the woods♪

♪I met a bear♪

♪On the road lined with flowers♪

♪Is where I met the bear♪

Now I want to read that book again.

I wanna read it too.

I bet they have that at the bookstore.

Yeah!

It's not here.

It's not...

A picture book; "The Bears In the Forest."

I've had one since I was little!

She's had one!

Well we don't have it now.

What a shame.

A shame.

But the antiquarium near the shrine might have it.

Really?

Let's go, Natsumi!

Hey lady, that store is kinda...

Oh, that's right.

I wonder if that was a bad suggestion...

There it is!

Anyone there?

Potpourri, I'm scared.

Amazing. It's so full of books.

It smells kind of moldy in here.

This smells like an old storage room.

Amazing!

One time I thought I'd like to own a bookstore.

I mean, wouldn't it be pretty great?

To have more books than you could ever even read around all the time.

But it looks like all the books here are really difficult ones.

Potpourri!

Oh, here's something, an illustrated encyclopedia of insects.

Potpourri?

I messed up.

I'm sorry!

You idiot!

What are you doing?

Sorry, I'll put them back right away!

Don't touch anything!

Natsumi!

Get out!

This is no place for children!

But, but!

Get out!

It's okay, Natsumi.

Good grief.

This is why I can't stand children.

That was way too mean.

He shouldn't have said it like that.

And isn't this called the Smiling Ginza because everyone's smiling?

That kind of store being here ruins it all.

Oh my, Potpourri.

You're quite angry at him, aren't you?

I'm not just angry.

I can't forgive him for getting so angry when we're just kids.

Thanks, Miss Fukiko.

Wow, that's so cute!

There's a rose floating in it!

The scent of a rose calms the nerves.

Why do you think the antiquarian got so angry, Potpourri?

I think he just hates children.

Wouldn't even let me touch the books.

If they're that important, why is he even selling them?

That's a good question.

What's this book, Miss Fukiko?

Oh! This smell!

I know it.

It's the same smell as that antiquarium.

But this one seems a bit less moldy.

As long as you air them out every now and then you can keep old books for a very long time.

I wonder if that antiquarian doesn't ever do that.

That could be.

I wonder why.

Who knows?

I bet the books get like that because they don't get any sunlight.

Magic, magic, come out, come out.

Nikka nikka nikka!

Nikka nikka nikka nika!

What's that?

What is this light?

Hey Mister!

This must be the first time it's been so bright in the store.

The books are saying they want to be aired out sometimes.

Can't you hear them?

Oh, this is terrible!

Stop! Please stop, the books will be ruined by the sun!

What?

This isn't how you air out books!

You need to fan out the pages and let the wind through!

This kind of strong light will fade the pages!

S-Sorry!

Rick!

Nikka kaa...

Nikka!

I'm sorry, Mister.

I guess I didn't really know how that was supposed to be done.

These books only need to be here as long as I live.

There's no need to air them out.

I think that's sad.

I think these books want to be read by lots of people.

I wonder...

But all the books here are like me.

Old, crusty, and shunned by everyone.

Nobody wants to read them.

Even if the books want to be read, with no one to read them they're as good as garbage.

I'm just collecting old books like that out of pity.

That's not true. After all, I love reading books!

I know I'll want to read the books here too someday!

What would a child understand?

You kids prefer ruining books to reading them.

Drawing in them, swinging them around recklessly, spilling food on them, and leaving them in tatters.

As if a child could ever understand how much I care about these books!

You're wrong.

That's not how it is. Kids end up ruining books because they really love them.

Because they want to always have them with them, and read them over and over.

But kids can't do everything properly like adults.

That's why books end up dirty and broken.

I still remember. The Bear in the Forest.

A long time ago a long way away, there lived a girl.

One day the girl went to a walk in the forest.

She was picking flowers and listening to the birds chirping.

But she got tired along the way,

so she started walking back home.

But no matter how far she went, she couldn't get out of the forest.

She had ended up lost.

So she just kept getting deeper and deeper in the forest.

Taking the place of the happy voices of the birds from earlier,

a whispering like the rustling of leaves startles the girl.

And at that very moment...

Nikka nikka!

Wow! There it is!

Wow, it's The Bear in the Forest!

I didn't think there were any children's books here.

Their hou...

This is hard to read.

Their house.

That's an old way of writing "s".

Wow! That's amazing! Could kids back then really read this?

Is this from your childhood, Mister?

I suppose it is.

May I have this?

I was looking for this book, Mister.

This is what I wanted when I came here before.

I never thought I'd see kids come to the store again.

I don't do packaging or anything. You can just take it like that.

Thank you!

Well then, I have some cleaning up to do. If your business here is finished, hurry on home.

Okay. Is it okay if I come again?

There are no more children's books here.

Then I would like you to get some children's books.

Bye bye.

Thanks, Mister.

Bye bye! See you again!

Mister!

Don't forget to air out your books, okay?

Those books will last a long time.

She's a strange one...

hitoribocchi hitotsu wasurerateta ki no mi

A lone fruit, from a forgotten tree.

furikaette futatsu kinou fuita kaze yo

Turn around and there's two, with the wind from yesterday.

mikazuki ni mittsu omoide o uta

Three with the crescent moon, singing of reminiscence.

Fourth is joy, of that small life.

yorokobi o yottsu chiisakatta inochi

One day, it will be told. One day, gently.

itsuka tsutaete itsuka yasashiku