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(drumroll)

(rousing orchestral fanfare playing)

(fanfare ends)

(birds twittering)

(liquid burbling)

(children shouting happily)

(drum beating rhythmically)

(gentle, noble theme plays)

(whimsical theme begins)

♪ ♪

(clock ticking quietly, man snoring)

BOY: This is one of my favorite stories ofall time,

even though it begins in a basement.

(snoring continues)

l'm gonna tell it the way it was written

- by this guy— Bellini— - (bell ringing)

who lives underneath the amazing, the remarkable...

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium.

- (doll squeaks) - And, yes...

he sleeps with a dolly.

(mechanical whirring)

(quiet moan)

BOY:: Bellini'sjob is to build all the books

for all the kids who come to the Emporium.

But it is also to chronicle the life of Mr. Magorium himself.

Mr. Magorium once made toys for Napoléon,

beat Abraham Lincoln at hopscotch

and holds the current record for time spent upside down.

There were those who called Magorium a genius.

My mom called him an eccentric.

And this one guy from Detroit

inexplicably called him "Steve."

But Magorium's story

was reaching its final chapters.

That's okay— all stories, even the ones we love,

must eventually come to an end...

...and when they do,

it's only an opportunity for another story to begin.

So the beginning ofthe end begins with a chapter called,

"Molly Mahoney's First."

(piano playing elegant melody)

Molly Mahoney was the manager ofthe Emporium,

Mr. Magorium's apprentice, and my only friend.

ln the mornings, Mahoney would play her piano,

attempting to finish hervery first concerto,

but she never could find the right notes.

♪ ♪

When she was younger,

everyone thought she was a musical genius,

a brilliant pianist,

and she believed them.

But now, as she became a grown-up,

- (music stops) - she wasn't so sure.

(playing "Chopsticks")

(plays discordant notes)

l don't know why grown-ups don't believe what they did

when they were kids.

l mean, aren't they supposed to be smarter?

(piano playing gentle melody)

What Mahoney needed was the opportunity to prove to herself

that she was something more than she believed.

(gentle melody continues)

And that opportunity was about to appear.

And so that's how this chapter begins...

with my hat getting stuck.

MAHONEY: Eric.

Hi, Mahoney.

You're back.

Yeah.

I thought camp was four weeks.

No, no...just the one.

Uh-huh.

My hat's stuck.

Huh.

Looks like you're gonna need a ladder.

Nah.

I just need tojump higher.

Eric, that's seven feet, at least.

Seven feet?

- Really? - At least.

You think I should get a running start?

Yeah.

So, did you make any friends at camp?

Yeah.

Uh...Jeff.

IsJeff real?

Yeah. Sure.

Is he an animal?

He was a squirrel.

(laughs)

(grunts)

(bell jingling)

(all clacking in various rhythms)

(clicking, whirring)

(bell dings)

(squeaking)

(whirring)

Good morning.

- (toys clicking, dinging) - ERIC (distant): Gotcha.

(squeaking, creaking)

Uh-oh.

(train whistle blowing)

That's a good way to lose a train.

(man singing indistinctly in other room)

MAN: ♪ I love to sing. ♪

Mahoney.

Morning, sir.

Already?

Drat. Come in, come in.

How did you sleep?

Upside down. Made my feet tingly.

Mortimer, get offthe couch.

(sputters)

Do you like turnips?

Nobody likes turnips.

So you probably wouldn't like turnip pudding.

Probably not.

It's a shame because I made some.

Sir, I was hoping to talk again

about what we spoke about last week.

About how paper really shouldn't beat rock?

No, sir.

About me possibly finding a newjob.

That's what I was saying.

What?

I stayed up all night making turnip pudding,

and thinking, and it occurred to me

that I've owned the Emporium for over 1 1 3 years.

(needle scratches, music stops)

That's a very long time, Mahoney.

Yes, it is.

It's almost 1 1 4 years.

And not once have I even

looked at a receipt, so l have absolutely no idea

what the store is worth.

Well, that's probably not very good.

Exactly.

Mortimer... fetch.

(ball squeaking)

- (Mortimer sputters) - Stupid zebra.

I'm hiring an accountant.

- A what? - An accountant.

According to the word,

it must be a cross between a "counter" and a "mutant."

And that may be precisely what we need.

That's great, but...

I'm pretty sure that word is pronounced...

l placed a call into one ofthose agencies

and they said they'd send over one oftheir best mutants

sometime today, hmm?

So consider the matter settled.

(bell dings)

How is the matter settled?

Quite perfectly in my opinion.

- Come with me. - Sir?

- Hmm? - I'm serious.

What?

I'm stuck.

Ooh! To my floor?

(laughs): No, sir.

Then what?

Like as a person.

You remember when I was a little girl,

and l could play Rachmaninoff's 2nd Piano Concerto

and everyone was talking about my potential?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I am 23 now,

and everyone's still talking about my potential,

but ifyou ask me to play the song I know best...

I'll still play Rachmaninoff's 2nd.

May I suggest you stun the world

with Molly Mahoney's First?

I want to.

But I am stuck.

Come with me.

(steam hissing)

This, my lovely, is foryou.

Thankyou.

(gentle chuckle)

What is it?

It's the Congreve Cube.

It looks like a big block ofwood.

It is a big block ofwood.

But now, it's your big block ofwood.

Thankyou.

I wasjust saying last night

I don't have enough big blocks ofwood.

(giggling)

Unlikely adventures require unlikely tools.

Are we going on an adventure?

Well, my dear, we're already on one.

All I will say is this:

With faith... love...

this block... and a counting mutant,

you may find yourselfsomewhere you've never imagined.

And with that... let's open the store.

Wait, sir...?

Mortimer, I'm way ahead ofyou.

Stay out ofthe refrigerator.

Sir...

Yes, my honeycomb?

You're wearing your pajamas.

Flapdoodle.

(children shouting happily)

BOY: Fore!

Whoa!

Whoo-whee!

(shouting, laughing)

(twittering, whirring)

(crackling, buzzing)

(applause)

BOY: Whoosh!

(kids laughing)

Eric, may I borrow your hat?

Sure!

WOMAN: Oh, excuse me. Hello.

Uh, how much are you asking for that fish mobile up there?

- Oh, that one. - Yeah.

Well, that's $50.

- Fifty! - Mm-hmm.

50— don't you think that's a little high,just for a mobile?

Well, ifyou'll notice, they're fresh fish.

(squeaking, gibbering)

Uh...

lfyou don't want to spend that much,

we do have that fish mobile over there for only $1 7.

But those are not fresh.

And they're high in cholesterol.

(bell dings)

(piano glissando playing)

Molly? Molly Mahoney?

Yeah.

It's Dave. Dave Wolf.

I was in your physics class in college.

Oh, hey!

Hey! Holy... cow. You still work here?

Yeah!

I mean, well... yeah.

So, uh, what about you? What are you up to?

I'm an engineer.

Congratulations.

You know, it's funny.

I would never have recognized you

if it wasn't for that finger thing.

Hah— comes in handy on the cash register.

Do you still play the piano?

I do. Every day.

Well, I'm here for a week. Where are you playing?

My apartment.

Oh, I-I thought...

Yeah— do you want me to wrap any ofthese foryou?

Oh, no. Thanks.

Uh... you know, it was really nice to see you.

I always wondered what happened to you.

It's good to see you.

Yeah, you too.

Wait, I'm... l'm sorry.

Bouncy Balls— always trying to escape.

Okay, out.

Out.

And you.

You, too.

Sorry about that.

Take care.

Okay.

(humming)

Ooh!

Aha...

(kids giggling)

Hiya.

Just, uh... uh, shopping.

Shopping.

Just, uh... shopping.

No matterwhat they tell you,

you don't have to stay in the lines.

WOMAN: Pardon me, miss.

Could you help me, please?

I can certainly try.

My grandson wants a fire engine for his birthday,

with a ladder that goes up

and a hose that squirts water.

And l can't find one.

This sounds like a job for the Big Book.

This has all the toys we have in stock.

Now, "E" for engine or "F" for fire...?

Let's try "F."

- (pages thud) - (siren wails, bell clangs)

Wow!

How did you do that?

I didn't do it.

You must have done something.

Surprisingly, no.

It's the Book.

It's magic.

Come on, guys. Bring it up higher!

Higher! That's it!

Hey, get that bird out of here, will ya?

Hey. Whoa. Okay, that's right.

All right, bring it up, bring it up, bring it up.

(toilet flushes)

(clanks)

MAN: Hello, excuse me, miss. Hi.

Oh, hi.

Um... hi.

Um...

Hello. (nervous chuckle)

Um... I believe Mr. Magorium sent for me.

Oh. Wow.

You're really well-dressed for a shadow puppeteer.

(laughs nervously)

No, no... I'm Henry Weston, the accountant.

Here for an interview.

Ah... hello.

My name is Mahoney.

I am the store manager.

Pleasure to meet you.

I have to admit, when the agency sent me,

I had no idea that this was a toy store.

Shh!

Ifthese kids found out this was a toy store,

we'd have a madhouse on our hands.

That was a joke.

I know.

Okay.

Uh... you probably want to speak

to Mr. Magorium.

Why don't you give me a second.

BOY: Hi.

What is it?

(whispers): What?

It's not real nice to stare at people, you know?

Why don't you just

go ahead and... (grunts in pain)

This happens every time.

Ah, greetings. Edward Magorium—

toy impresario, wonder aficionado,

avid shoe-wearer.

You're here for the accounting position.

Yes. Henry Weston.

Mm-hmm. Name the Fibonacci series

from its 1 1 th to its 1 6th integer.

Hello? Grandma?

Uh... 89,

1 44, 233,

377, 61 0?

Perfect.

The number four— do we really need it?

Ifyou like squares, you do.

Oh, I like squares.

Good. Now,

the hot dog to hot dog bun ratio—

why, for the love of mustard, are there never enough buns?

Extra hot dogs.

Yes, but why?

In case you drop a couple.

What kind of insufferable fool drops a hot dog?

Anything can happen, sir.

Anything can happen, hmm?

How absolutely true.

You're exactly the mutant I'm looking for.

You're hired.

What?

- You're hired! - That's it, huh?

- That's all I need. - Uh, sir...

- Don't you agree, Mahoney? - No, not exactly.

Perfect. I've heard great things about you.

Really?

No, not yet, but I'm sure I will. Oh!

I see you've brought your abacus along. Top-notch.

Come along.

I'll showyou the store.

♪ Bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ The store and then I'll show you my office... ♪

GIRL: Duck, duck, duck...

- (goose squawks) - goose!

(excited squawking)

We sell almost every kind ofwhatnot imaginable, Mutant,

from ant farms to zeppelins.

I've owned this store for 1 1 3 years,

ever since I came to this country,

although l've been inventing toys since the mid-1 770s.

- Wha... Excuse me, sir? - Yes?

Did you say 1 770s?

Yes, sir. So, as you can imagine, accounting

is a brand-new concept to me.

You know, that would make you at least 240 years old, sir.

You're already hired, Mutant. There's no need to show off.

Now, follow me.

Here we are.

I haven't thrown anything away.

Yeah, yeah, I can see that.

Are-are all these receipts?

Mostly. Some are important documents.

Others might be doodles I never framed.

I can't tell the difference.

So you've obviously never kept an account ofyour income.

No.

Or filed a tax return?

No.

Renewed your city business license?

Renewed my...?

Renewed your... Eh, forget it.

You realize to determine the worth

ofthis store out ofthis, um... fire hazard, really,

is an insurmountable task, and ifyou have...

somehow managed to keep from going bankrupt

or being evicted,

sent to prison for tax evasion, uh...

Oh-ho.

...why do you want to do this now?

Ah, yes. Can you keep a secret?

The firm holds a very strict exclusivity policy.

Don't worry.

But can you keep a secret?

Yes, sir.

I'm leaving.

The store?

The world.

You see these shoes?

I found these in a tiny little shop

in Tuscany

and fell in love with them so entirely,

I bought enough to last my whole life.

(chuckles)

These are my last pair.

(chuckles)

So, ifyou'll excuse me, I have a pressing marbles match,

and I must warm up

my thumbs.

(rumbling, creaking)

(rumbling, creaking, crackling)

(mysterious breathing, rumbling, creaking)

MAGORIUM: Eric! Are you ready

for our marbles match?

- Mr. Magorium? - Yes?

- Does that seem right to you? - Does what...?

(rumbling, breathing, crackling)

MAGORIUM: No, this doesn't seem right at all.

We must keep a watchful eye on this, Eric, hmm?

(rumbling, crackling)

(stopping and starting same phrase)

(stops playing)

(plays short phrase)

(playing gentle, minor-key song)

(piano continues playing)

- (orchestra playing gentle song) - (beep)

♪ ♪

(kids talking indistinctly)

Don't worry, I'm... fine up here, guys.

(kids talking indistinctly)

(beep)

(lively piano piece finishes)

ERIC: This chapter is called

"No, Seriously, Watch."

No, seriously,

watch.

(Bouncy Balls gibbering, boinging)

No way!

Come on.

Whoa!

This is so cool.

(boinging)

- Come on! - Let's go!

♪ ♪

(honks, whistles)

Wow!

Uh-oh.

(yelling)

It's so good.

Somebody!

Help! Help!

(thud)

(pounding on door)

(laughs)

Pretty impressive ball, isn't it?

Impossible to dodge.

(indistinct chatter)

(chatter stops)

(whispers): This boy's weird.

(indistinct chatter resumes)

HENRY: Mahoney,

have you seen Mister...

Good night!

Have you seen Mr. Magorium?

Yeah. He's, um, he's about this tall.

He's got crazy eyebrows...

He's upstairs.

Thankyou.

You really got to get better with thejokes, Mutant.

I'm laughing on the inside.

(sticks whooshing through air)

(birds chirping, twittering)

- HENRY: Mr. Magorium. - Mutant.

Mr. Magorium...

Come to accept my hula hoop challenge?

We have a few serious problems.

Ooh, serious problems.

I don't have any serious problems.

You do, actually.

I don't think so.

What about this, uh, invoice

from this company in Brazil?

They say that

you owe them $300,000 for a magic

doorknob?

Oh, that's ridiculous.

- Thankyou. - (Magorium chuckles)

$300,000 for a doorknob?

I've never paid over $200,000.

Here, catch.

What about Bellini?

Bellini's the book builder

born in the basement.

You have a tenant in the basement?

He was born there.

I certainly can't ask him to leave.

Okay.

According to your employment records,

you've had several fictional characters on the books.

- Like whom? - The King of Planet Yaweh.

Oh, he's not fictional.

Sir, there are people...

He's not really the king,

and the planet Yaweh doesn't exist,

but he's not fictional.

Well, that's the thing.

Ifthere's no planet...

- Mr. Weston, - Yes, sir?

you can't blame people for having aspirations, hmm?

(whimsical march playing)

Oh.

Sorry.

I just sort oftook over.

I thought it was funny, but I guess...

Sorry.

Hey, who did that?

I did that.

No, seriously, who helped?

No one.

Mahoney? Hello. Got a quick question.

Quick one. Quickie. Hey.

Okay, Mutant.

I need your help explaining this history

that Mr. Magorium has fabricated.

What history he's fabricated?

This one I've got here― for instance,

got a signed I.O.U. from Thomas Edison.

Really?!

"P.S. Thanks for the idea."

With a picture ofthe lightbulb next to it.

Is that for real?

No. No, it's... it's not for real.

It's a signed I.O.U. from Thomas Edison.

Does that seem like something

that would exist in the real world to you?

Well, it does have his signature on it.

Hello? Please?

Give me one second, please?

Mahoney, wait.

I just need...

a simple explanation.

Sure. It's a magical toy store.

There's no such thing as a magical toy store.

Ofcourse there is.

When you say "magical," do you mean "special"?

- No, I mean "magical." - "Unique"?

- "Magical." - How about...

(goofy grunt)

"Really, really cool"?

(quietly): Okay.

What's behind me, all right...

is a toy store.

It is a big one, it is a weird one,

but it isjust...

a toy store.

I knew it

as soon as I saw that suit.

Knew what?

You're a "just" guy.

What's a "just" guy?

A guyjust like you.

Same hair, same suit, same shoes.

Walks around.

No matterwhat, he thinks, "Oh,

"it'sjust a store.

"This isjust a bench.

"It'sjust a tree."

It'sjust what it is, nothing more.

Okay, but-but this...

isjust a store.

I'm sure to you... it is.

(piano and orchestra playing)

♪ ♪

- (humming piano melody) - (sportscast playing on TV)

(race cars roaring over TV)

(soft crackling)

(sighs)

(playing gentle, minor-key song)

(birds chirping)

(plays two notes)

(orchestra playing same minor-key theme)

♪ ♪

(Mahoney plays two notes)

(sighs)

(hinges squeak)

♪ ♪

I must say...

I am very disappointed in you.

I understand feeling sad or scared or even suspicious,

but that is no reason to turn gray and start pouting.

I would expect such behavior, perhaps,

from a brand-new store, or even a store a fewyears old,

but a store

your age...

sulking?

It is simply

atrocious.

The immitigable truth is, I am leaving tomorrow,

and Mahoney, bless her timid heart,

will be given care ofyou.

l'm sorry, my sweet, but it's a perfect fact,

and no amount of misbehavior will change it.

She loves you,

as do I,

and we must face tomorrow, whatever it may hold,

with determination,joy and bravery.

So I suggest you stop this petulance.

Hmm?

l expect you to pull yourselftogether...

...and put your best face on by the time of my departure.

ERIC: This chapter is called

"Fun and Mental ls Fundamental."

And there's also this new guy, the Mutant,

who's a little uptight.

Sweetheart, did you spend the whole day at the store?

I did lots ofstuff.

Like what?

I built a sculpture,

I got 20,000 paddles on a paddleball...

and I figured out how to win at solitaire

every time without cheating.

Eric, those are all things you do byyourself.

There were...

people... around.

We agreed you could come back from camp early

ifyou made an effort to make some friends.

It's not my fault people don't like me.

People love you— once they get the chance to know you.

No, they don't.

They think I'm weird.

Because you build sculptures byyourself.

Because nobody wants to play with me.

Have you asked anyone to play with you?

Not really.

(laughs): Well, Eric, you have to give people a chance.

I know what'll happen.

You don't, sweetheart.

Trust me, people are always full ofsurprises.

Just...

just pick someone.

Anyone. Pick someone you don't know,

and try to make friends with them.

See what happens.

I don't even know how to start.

Easy.

Start by saying hi.

(indistinct chatter outside)

(toy squeaking)

(gentle guitar intro plays)

(pianojoins in)

(soft rock, man singing)

(singing continues)

♪ ♪

(singing continues)

(singing ends)

♪ ♪

(song ends)

(kids talking, shouting, laughing in background)

(crackling)

MAGORIUM: Mahoney?

Mahoney baloney?

Sir...

I have a riddle foryou.

Maybe not now, sir.

Don't worry. It's easy.

What's short, amazing, and says "ouch"?

I have no idea.

Ouch!

(chuckles)

Very funny.

Sir, what's wrong with this corner?

(creaking, crackling, rumbling)

MAGORIUM: Apparently, despite my efforts,

the store is not taking

- my departure very well. - What?!

Wait, what departure?

It was intended to be a spectacular surprise,

but it appears the store has other intents.

That's one of my favorites, Kristine!

Wait, what was meant as a surprise?

(exhales)

I'm giving you the store.

You're giving me the store?!

Surprise!

- Surprise, surprise. - BOY: Excuse me?

Yes, sir?

Do you have Curious George Goes to the Hospital?

Hmm. Mahoney?

I'll-I'll ask.

An excellent piece

of literature and a fine choice indeed.

BOY: Have you read it?

Read it?

I had brunch with the Man in the Yellow Hat himself!

Okay, seriously, sir.

What, Mahoney?

I can't take the Emporium.

But you told me you needed a new occupation.

I meant writing music, not running the Emporium.

Why not? You'd do a splendid job of it.

Mr. Magorium...

- Yes? Oh. - (man clears throat)

Oh, thankyou, Bellini.

It's for the gentleman with the blazing red hair.

(grumbles)

- Mr. Magorium... - Yes?

why didn't you tell me any ofthis?

Well, apparently, you misunderstand

the rules ofa surprise.

But what if I don't want the Emporium?

(rumbling)

(crackling)

Why would you not want the Emporium?

Because l can't run it.

Why not?

Because... you have to run it.

That's not a good reason.

It's called "Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium."

It rhymes!

- Oh! - Not to mention the fact

that... you're magic, and I'm not.

Besides, what are you supposed to do

if l'm running the Emporium?

I'm leaving.

You're leaving?

(deep rumbling, creaking)

- BOY: Excuse me? - Yes, sir?

There's something wrong with this bookyou gave me.

(chuckles): Wrong?

- (distorted, overlapping voices) - Well, this is incomprehensible.

Hmm.

(stammers): The b... the book'sjust kidding around.

I'll notify Bellini immediately. Thankyou.

Mr. Magorium! Mr. Magorium!

- Y-Yes, Mark? - Follow me.

It's strangely weird and weirdly strange.

- What is it? - We were finger painting,

- Yes. - as usual, and Katie looked up,

and... see?

- All the colors faded. - We must check

the Door of Rooms.

- ♪ ♪ - (Magorium humming)

(animals squeaking)

Rats!

- (girls shouting cheers) - Cheerleaders?!

Confound it! Mahoney, check the Big Book.

I would like...

a lollipop.

(screeches)

(gasping)

(screeches)

MAHONEY: Sir.

Mahoney, the laws ofgravity have begun to apply.

Sir, I asked the Big Book for a lollipop.

I got a lemur!

A lemur? We don't even carry lemurs!

I'm not even sure I know what a lemur is.

Wait, is it that primate thing

looks kind of like a raccoon?

Sir, we don't have time...

Mahoney, we don't have time to discuss lemurs!

You're right! Where's Eric?

Uh...

I should do something, too!

- (ball squeaking) - (grunting quietly)

- (metallic clunk) - MAHONEY: Eric?

We need you. There's a problem.

- (explosions) - Get off me! Aah!

(grunting): Somebody... give me a hand! Aah!

- (lemur chittering) - (boy screaming)

(creaking)

- (chittering) - (yelling)

(loud sneeze)

(yells)

(taps key on calculator)

- (toy engine roars) - Whoo!

(frantic grunting)

- BOY: Help! - (wind rushing)

(creaking)

(waves thundering)

(yells)

(deep creaking)

Time to go.

(panicked shouts)

The store is undergoing a little difficulty right now.

Please leave through the front door,

calm and orderly.

Ew! Ew! Ew!

And maybe try to avoid the slimy girl.

ROBOT: Three, two, one, liftoff!

Sir?

Close the store.

Let us all reconvene upstairs

immediately.

ROBOT: Lift... ah, crap.

What's going on?

I don't know, but could you

do us a favor and try to catch the lemur?

I don't know how to catch a lemur. I'm a dentist.

Well, I don't know how to catch a lemur. I'm nine.

WOMAN: Excuse me?

I am very disappointed with this book

I just opened.

MAHONEY: The store's shut down.

You're here?

- Apparently. - But not actually?

MAGORIUM: Please sit down, Mahoney.

We must commence our conference contiguously.

I must apologize.

Mortimer and l had an appetizer spread prepared,

but... he ate the pancakes.

- Who's Mortimer? - ERIC: He's the zebra.

- What? - The... zebra.

- MAHONEY: Forget it, Eric. - MAGORIUM: Order, order.

(toy gavel squeaks)

Now, first order of business: Eric.

Yes, sir?

Ingenious hat.

Thankyou, sir.

Second order of business.

The store is stunningly upset,

as indicated by its temper tantrum.

Temper tantrum?

You didn't see it? How could you not see it?

- He misses a lot, sir. - Didn't miss

the relapse notification from

the County Zoning Commission— got that one.

Thankfully. Or else you'd run the risk

of having to submit an SP-435

and a letter of notary.

He was in the office.

Aha, I see. (chuckles)

Well,

it is my beliefthat the store

has been growing increasingly sad,

and today threw a fit in fear of my egress.

You see, I've tried

to imbue this store with the same attitude,

imagination and emotion

as the children who come to play in it,

and as such, it is prone to the same outbursts

as its sometimes puerile clientele.

Like a temper tantrum.

Precisely, Mahoney.

- Maybe it needs a time-out. - Hmm.

I'm sorry. How can a store throw a temper tantrum?

Did no one explain to the Mutant that it's

- a magical toy store? - I tried.

It's a magical toy store, Mutant.

It can do all sorts ofthings.

ERIC: But it didn't start turning gray

until Henry showed up.

Me?

MAGORIUM: I realize that, Eric.

Wh-What?

Oh, Mutant!

I'm sorry, if I'm making your magical playland

go on the fritz, I can just submit

a form and get another agent.

MAHONEY: Does your wholejob consist ofsubmitting forms?

No, Mahoney, sometimes I receive them.

- Kind of halfand half. - Order. Order, order.

Receive some, submit some.

- But... this underscores - Order, order.

the fact that I'm in no way responsible for anything

that may have happened in the Emporium today.

I wasjust in the office working.

There's that "just" word again.

Give it a rest for "just" a second, please,

on the "just" word— just the adults'll talk.

- Okay? So it'sjust... - Eee...

nough!

(exhales)

Although Mr. Weston's presence

has coincided with the store's dismay, it is not the cause.

The only reason

Mr. Weston is here

is to determine my legacy to Mahoney.

- Your legacy? - Mm-hmm.

You mean, Mahoney gets to run the store?

How cool!

What do you mean, your legacy?

You're his heir; you're in his will.

Why is there a will?

Why do you know there's a will?

MAGORIUM: I told you,

my sweet.

I'm leaving.

But... I thought you meant,

like, retirement or... vacation.

What kind of leaving you talking about?

Mahoney.

I think he means he's going to heaven.

- Right? - Heaven, Elysium, Shangri-la.

I may return as a bumblebee.

Are you dying?

Lightbulbs die, my sweet; I will depart.

- Wait... - HENRY: Mahoney.

Wait.

Are you sick?

No.

No?

Well, then when exactly were you planning to depart?

Around 4:30.

MAHONEY: This morning he was talking gibberish.

- MAGORIUM: Gibberish?! - And then he grew feverish

and he collapsed.

I did no such thing!

Uh, for at least five minutes.

And then when he came to, he was... he was like this.

- Delusional? - Delusional?!

I'm not delusional!

He hasn't been making any sense.

Oh, bunkum! Hogwash!

Pure horseradish!

He claims he owns a magical toy store.

I do. You work there.

And that he's 242 years old and an inventor.

I am not 242 years old!

I'm 243. You were at my birthday party.

You brought me balloons.

Yeah, he's delusional.

He may have had a stroke.

A stroke?! You unbrookable ninny!

The only stroke I have ever had is one ofgenius!

Okay. Nurse, can we get him a sedative?

Why are you lying like this?

Because I have to.

But your pants will catch fire.

I don't care, sir.

You have to live.

(long, weary sigh)

Darling...

I have.

(piano playing softly)

Hi.

Uh, this is really hard.

Yeah. It is.

Because l got to tell you, I'm really worried.

Me, too.

l can't track down any insurance documents

for the life of me.

What?

Hospital bills are astronomical these days.

- Mutant. - Yeah?

He might be dying.

That means that we should be even more prepared.

Prepared? I found out about this an hour ago.

You know, I'm trying to be helpful.

Well, you're being positively dreadful!

- Hey, it'sjust that... -Just what?

Well, nothing.

Maybe you should "just" go home.

- I can stay... - Mutant.

Go home.

All right.

(woman speaking over P.A. system)

♪ ♪

(over P.A.): Will any algae specialist call extension 4324 stat?

- You know... - Hi.

you shouldn't be so hard on the Mutant.

He wants to talk about insurance.

I know, but...

it's the only thing he knows how to talk about.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

But there's kind ofanother problem.

What?

Mr. Magorium...

Yeah?

He... doesn't have any pajamas.

The doctors can't find anything wrong with you.

Ofcourse not. I'm perfectly healthy.

Then why are you leaving?

It's my time to go.

That's it?

What else could there be?

What are we gonna do without you?

Run the store.

Sir, I don't know how.

That's why I gave you the Congreve Cube.

(laughs): But itjust sits there.

What have you done with it?

I don't know what to do with it.

It's a block ofwood.

Can you think of nothing?

Well, I'm sure I could think of a million things to do with it.

There are a million things

one might do with a block ofwood,

but, Mahoney, what do you think might happen

ifsomeonejust once...

...believed in it?

Sir, I don't understand.

(door opens)

Eric!

What task delivers such a wee and hale

stripling to this chamber for the ill

and barely insured? Hello, Doctor.

I brought you some stuff I thought you might need

from the gift shop.

Super!

Eric, would you mind

keeping Mr. Magorium company while I go

speak to the doctor?

Sure.

MAGORlUM: Mahoney, why do you need the doctor?

Are you sick?

(laughter)

What you got, Eric?

Okay.

- Okay. - Here we go.

Here we go.

PJs.

Yes!

A toothbrush.

Ah, morning becomes electric!

And...

A microscope.

Oh...

A water hose.

(chuckles)

And a nozzle.

Ooh!

A plank ofwood.

Well, plankyou. (chuckles)

And... this.

Whoa!

Eric, what is that?

It's a euphonium.

(laughing): Magnificent! Hand it here.

(woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

Ifthere's nothing wrong with him, we have to discharge him.

We can't be responsible for men of perfect health,

no matter how old or magic they claim to be.

So the fact is, you have to take him home.

MAHONEY: No.

You have to understand,

he's decided it's his time to go.

Then the best thing you can do

is make sure he has plenty to live for.

(loud honk)

What in God's name...?

(playing off-key)

What on earth are you doing?

Practicing the euphonium.

The-the what?

I thought l might give a concert

in the psych ward tomorrow.

(Magorium playing euphonium)

There are people trying to sleep.

(both grunting)

Doesn't this hospital need a signature

to remove a patient's euphonium?

Where the heck did you even find this?

ERIC: I found it.

In a supply closet.

We don't keep musical instruments

in our supply closets.

Well, where else could l have found it?

(whistles quietly)

What are you doing up there?

Standing on a chair.

(whistles, chuckles quietly)

Okay, that's it, both ofyou,

out of here— come on, let's go.

You can come and see him tomorrow.

Bye.

MAGORIUM: Good-bye, Eric.

Good-bye, Mahoney.

Don't leave before tomorrow.

Agreed.

As foryou,

young man, you need your rest.

I agree. This has been exhausting.

What was that boy doing on the chair?

Making sure

I have enough space to sleep in.

(frustrated sigh)

MAHONEY: All right, ifyou're supposed to help me,

ifyou're supposed to impart some great wisdom

that's gonna help me fix everything...

(sighs)

(whispers): ...please...

...do it now.

All right, I'll do it myself.

♪ ♪

Hmm...

ERIC: This chapter is called

"A Change of Heart... of Mind... of Pants."

(car horns honk in distance)

MAHONEY: Morning.

Hi. Morning. How's he doing?

(door bell jingles)

Look, Mutant, I'm just grabbing a few of Mr. Magorium's things,

and then I'm leaving for the day.

Yeah, yeah.Just here to work in the office.

Unless...

you want me to work out here.

You can work whereveryou like, Mutant.

No, no, I mean,

in case there's, you know,

a toy emergency, somebody really needs something,

you know, tiddlywinks.

I could help 'em.

- You could help. - Yeah, you know,

in case it's little Timmy's birthday,

and somebody's a handful of Legos short,

or whatever.

Do you want to run the store for the day?

- Well, I'm here already... - Mutant.

Okay, I-I'd like to run the store.

I've been waiting for two hours on a very uncomfortable bench

to offer to run the store for the day.

Why?

Because...

uh, because I'm a jerk.

I just, I felt awful because I didn't want you to think that

I didn't care, and-and I do care.

lt'sjust... some people bring flowers

or send a card or hug people.

You know, I make sure

that people's paperwork is all filled out properly,

and... so... today, I thought I'd try something different.

'Cause I like you.

You know, l do want to help.

Mutant...

when you look at me,

what do you see?

Really pretty eyes. (chuckles)

(laughs): No. I mean...

like, do you see a sparkle?

You mean, now?

Like, glitter on your face?

No, like, you know, a sparkle.

I... What kind ofsparkle?

Like... something reflective

ofsomething bigger that's trying to get out.

You know what, never mind.

It might not be so much

a sparkle.

Maybe, uh, more ofa twinkle?

Forget it.

Or a glint?

It's okay.

Uh, you've got the thing that you do with your hands.

That's a quirk.

Quirk's not a sparkle?

Mm-mm.

Oh.

Yeah.

(piano playing gentle melody)

Good morning, Bluebell.

- Good morning, sir. - Look. Pants!

What about them?

Nothing.Just... pants.

Me, too.

Awesome! To the store?

Actually, you are coming with me.

I'm a little nervous about this.

Why?

Because it's mischievous and childish.

I can hardly wait. (giggles)

All right.

MAHONEY: Ready?

On "go."

Not on "go." It's always on "go."

All right.

Hmm?

On "triskaidekaphobia."

Oh, that's a good one!

- All right, ready? - Mm-hmm.

- Set? - Mm-hmm.

Triskaidekaphobia!

(grand, whimsical theme playing)

♪ ♪

MAGORIUM: May I speak with your manager, please?

Tim?

This guy wants to talk to you.

May I help you?

It's an absolute honor.

Now, I do have

a question about the hot dog buns.

MAGORIUM: That's the last of'em.

37 seconds.

Great. Well done.

Now we wait.

No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate.

Our hearts beat. Our minds create.

Our souls ingest.

37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

- ♪ ♪ - (clocks ticking)

(many gears clanking at once)

(many clocks cuckooing, chiming)

(grand, whimsical theme ends with a flourish)

What mystifies me is that no one knows, Mahoney.

You would think that someone in the hot dog industry

would have some clue about this obvious anomaly.

- Here is good. - Here is good?

Mahoney...

I'm very confused.

Now what?

Dance.

(bubble wrap popping)

- ♪ ♪ - (laughs)

(laughs)

(bright, gentle theme plays)

(laughs)

♪ ♪

(laughs)

(laughing)

♪ ♪

(laughing)

MAGORIUM: You are brilliant!

♪ ♪

(humming, chuckling)

What a great last day!

Hmm?

Don't stop!

Dance longer!

No, it's okay, sir.

Mahoney, why have you done all this?

I wanted you to see all the little things

you're gonna miss ifyou leave.

I see.

I thought

this was to be the best last day ofanyone who ever lived.

Sir, this can't be your last day.

Ah... but it is.

No.

And now, thanks to you,

it looks to be a remarkable one.

All I have left to do is use a public phone

and my life will be complete.

What?

Right here?

Oh, you're right.

You're a genius.

Very good with numbers.

You should teach.

- Morning. - Hi. Yes. Morning.

Wow, it's quiet today.

Yeah, yeah.

No one's been in.

Mahoney left. Just been me thus far.

You've been here all by yourselfall morning?

Yeah.

And the store didn't collapse

around you?

- Yes. - What are you doing?

I am taking down merchandise codes.

No. With Einstein.

With...?

With Einstein?

Einst... Oh. (chuckles)

Just, I was fiddling.

Occupying my time.

You mean, pretending?

Wha... No, that's not...

Just keeping my mind active,

you know, when there wasn't much else to think about.

Do you know what I mean?

Yeah.

Good.

That's called pretending.

It's okay.

You can stay out here and play with the toys, Mutant.

I won't tell anyone.

Here you go.

- (phone rings) - Great. Let's go.

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium.

We sell toys. We do not fix car transmissions.

Eric, I am calling

from a public phone!

Good foryou, sir.

Now, I have two things I must tell you.

Firstly, capital hat!

Thankyou, sir.

And secondly,

I do wish you'd find some friends.

Okay?

Okay.

I love you.

Now, put the Mutant

on the phone.

Henry, the phone's foryou.

Hello?

Mutant, I have something

very, very supremely important to tell you.

OPERATOR: Please deposit an additional

35 cents.

Hello?

- Please deposit an additional - Hello?

- 35 cents. - Hello?

- Please deposit an additional - Hello?

35 cents.

(dial tone drones)

(sighs)

Oh, well, he'll figure it out.

Okay, try again.

Come on!

Come on, you're being ridiculous.

You're gonna have to do it sometime.

(grunts)

Try again.

(sighs)

What are you doing?

We got a nervous Slinky.

(chuckles)

We handled ourselves pretty well.

I think we make a good team.

Yeah, I think so.

The toys are still upset, though.

(quietly): Yeah.

- Yeah. - Should we call it a day?

Yes, it looks like it.

Good. Checkers.

What?

Checkers.

Uh, no, I got to get back to the agency.

Come on, Henry.

One game.

Sorry. Some other time.

ERIC:Just one?

(gentle, wistful theme plays)

(door bell jingles)

Henry.

Yes, Eric?

Hey, um...

do you mind...

Yes?

Well,

Mahoney usually walks me home, and...

it's getting dark.

Do you want me to walkyou home?

Thanks.

I got to askyou where you get those hats from.

From my room.

Yeah? Every day I see you in a different hat.

Yeah. I collect them.

You collect them, huh?

Mr. Magorium says l have the neatest hat collection

he's ever seen.

I know people who, you know, own several hats,

but I don't think I've ever heard

ofa hat collector before.

Do you want to see 'em?

Just try not to get too overwhelmed.

Got it.

♪ ♪

Oh, my.

Pretty neat, huh?

Eric, when you said a lot, I was expecting, like, 20.

Oh, no― I have more than that.

You wear all these?

Sure.

What good would they be if I didn't wear 'em?

Wow.

You want to try one on?

No. Thankyou. I'm fine.

- Henry. - Yes?

I think we both know you want to try a hat on.

(screechy voice): I don't know where to begin!

I don't know where to start! Oh...!

We have got to buy the dragon a toothbrush, Your Excellency.

After devouring most ofthe township,

his breath isjust awful!

(deep voice): He ate the town?!

He ate the baker and his wife,

he ate... the woodsmith and his three sons,

and then for sweets— come closer―

he ate the cobbler.

Good idea, Fool!

Go brush the dragon's teeth!

Me? He doesn't like me.

And...

What do you mean, "and"?

And he's quite large.

And...

I look surprisingly like...

a toothpick from afar.

- (laughing) - NANCY: Eric?

(knocking, door opens)

Do you have someone...

(bellsjingle)

Who's this?

The Mutant.

The what?

Uh, Henry.

Henry. Sorry. Henry.

Henry. Henry who?

Henry Weston. I-I work at the...

What are you doing in my house?

Uh... I-I was pretending.

ERIC: Don't be mean to him.

Henry's my friend.

I am?

Yeah.

Cool.

NANCY: A little old, don't you think,

to be playing dress-up?

Yes, yes. Absolutely.

Sorry. And it is late.

I have some work I needed to do,

I should be doing, I will be doing now.

- See you later. - Don't you have chores, Eric?

You know, actually, he worked all day at the store...

I thought you said you were leaving.

Certainly. Excuse me. See ya.

(door bell jingles)

Well, Mahoney...

Don't go.

My darling.

I'm not ready.

I'm not ready for it to end.

I'm sorry.

When King Lear dies in Act 5,

do you know what Shakespeare has written?

He's written, "He dies."

That's all, nothing more.

No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words.

The culmination ofthe most influential work

ofdramatic literature is: "He dies."

It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies."

And yet every time I read those two words,

I find myselfoverwhelmed with dysphoria.

And l know it's only natural to be sad,

but not because ofthe words "He dies,"

but because ofthe life we saw prior to the words.

I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney,

and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go.

I'm only asking that you

turn the page,

continue reading...

and let the next story begin.

And ifanyone ever asks what became of me,

you relate my life

in all its wonder,

and end it with a simple and modest "He died."

(sobbing)

I love you.

♪ ♪

(sighs): I love you, too.

(sighs heavily)

Your life is an occasion.

Rise to it.

(sighs quietly)

(door bell jingles)

(quiet, melancholy theme plays)

♪ ♪

(hinges squeak)

(noble gentle theme swells, plays grandly)

♪ ♪

(theme quiets)

Good-bye, my love.

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

(quiet, melancholy theme playing)

(bell tinkles)

♪ ♪

- (bell dings) - (store groans sadly)

I-It's... not that bad.

We can bring it back.

Right, Mahoney?

Mahoney?

Let'sjust run the store and...

see if it picks up.

- I'm sorry, Eric. - I'll help you.

Just don't leave.

- Eric... - Mahoney, don't leave.

I'm sorry.

Itjust needs a little magic.

I know.

I don't have any.

(low rumbling, deep creaking)

(door bell jingles)

♪ ♪

ERIC: This chapter is called

"A New Beginning."

(indistinct conversation in distance)

(piano playing soft rock song)

Eric?

What are you doing?

I'm playing "JenniferJuniper."

Why?

Because someone requested it.

No, why are you here?

Because I have to make money, Eric.

Then run the store.

I can't.

Look.

I would love to run the store, but I can't.

I'm not Mr. Magorium.

Is that why it's for sale?

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to let you down.

Is this what you want?

No...

No, but I don't know how to do anything else.

Stop saying that.

Eric, I understand this is hard foryou.

This is really hard for me, too.

But I cannot be a kid anymore.

That's why Mr. Magorium gave you the store.

(door bell jingles)

(distant siren wails)

My Lord...

no wonderyou're going out of business.

It's... depressing.

BOY: Can l play over there?

- Sure. - What? No...

Jack, please don't touch anything.

Actually, ma'am, it's okay.

He can play with anything he likes.

Let me show you the spiral staircases here.

Do you know how it works?

(man speaking indistinctly)

Okay, I'll show you.

Cool. That's neat.

Yeah... It's a magnet.

How does a magnet work?

I don't know.

It's, uh...

Is it magic?

Well...

I believe it is.

MAN: ...leads to the apartments upstairs.

They're an excellent source of income.

Those planets and the rocket...

I have to say―

the use ofthis space is completely impractical.

It...

it wasn't built for practicality.

Oh.

Well, it certainly is a large enough space for the price.

Are the fixtures included?

Yeah— the cash register...

the slide, the tree, the planets,

the rocket ship, the Door of Rooms...

(chuckles): Okay!

Great.

Well, I'll let you know.

Okay,Jack, honey?

- Come on, we're leaving. - Mom, you gotta see this!

You know what? I don't have time for this.

Mommy's got a lot of other properties to see.

Rub that in. Okay.

We'll be in touch.

JACK: Mommy, it's magic!

(door bell jingles)

(magical chiming)

- (indistinct conversations) - (phone ringing)

Eric?

I'm here to make you a substantial offer for the store.

What?

Although l am unable to offer the full amount and I'm nine,

I thinkyou may be interested in my proposal.

The following simply states

that I can offer Mahoney a down payment

of $237 in pennies,

nickels, dimes and a Christmas check from my grandma.

And then I am willing to payyou

my allowance and a hefty percentage

ofthe store's profit on a weekly basis.

Keep in mind that my age works as a benefit,

as it means that I have more weeks left

in my life than the typical buyer,

which means more allowances.

Why are you doing this?

I...

want to get into the real estate game.

Flip a few properties,

make my mark on the city.

Eric...

The only thing we can invest in

- is the future. - Buddy...

- I want to... - Eric.

Stop.

(sighs)

I don't want someone else to have the store, all right?

I don't want it to change.

Okay. All right.

I'll throw in my hat collection.

Don't throw in your hat collection.

But there has to be something.

Please.

She's about to make a terrible mistake, Mutant.

We can't let her do that.

As my friend...

...help me... please.

(knocking)

(sighs)

- Hi. - Hello.

Wow.

What happened in here?

I don't thinkyou'd understand.

Well, I've got news.

Yeah?

You've got an offer on the store.

It's a good offer. Cash offer.

From the lady earlier today.

Wow.

I know it's late,

but the woman's very aggressive.

I thought you should look it over tonight

and come up with a decision by tomorrow morning.

Okay.

(exhales deeply)

Do you think I should take it?

Well...

Do you think I should take it?

In my professional opinion,

it is a very unique offer

and it's a lot more than we expected.

I-I... I think you'd be a fool

not to take it.

But I am not here as a professional.

I'm here as your friend.

And I think you should keep the store.

You don't even believe in this store.

- No, but... - I... I can't.

I want to, but I just can't.

You "just" can't.

Yeah. I guess not.

What do you got there?

Oh, it's the Congreve Cube.

It's supposed to help me unlock some great mystery or something.

- Looks like a block ofwood. - It is.

Are you supposed to unlock a mystery with a block ofwood?

It's a magical block ofwood, Mutant.

lt's a block ofwood that probably, in the right hands,

would reveal some greatness that...

we can't even imagine.

That's impossible.

This is what you don't understand.

What you have somehow missed.

Every minute

ofevery day in every corner ofthis store,

what happened was the impossible.

Do you honestly believe all that stuff?

- Yes! - That this store was magic?

You never saw it.

That that block ofwood is more than just a block ofwood?

Absolutely.

I believe it with my entire heart.

- (cube clatters) - But the disheartening truth

is that only Mr. Magorium could make it so.

- Um... - It was his Emporium, not mine.

-J-Just, uh... - Look, I appreciate

- you coming here, but it's over. - Say that thing

about that block ofwood that's not magic.

It is magic.

- What is wrong with you, Mutant? - Say it one more time,

that that's more than just a block ofwood.

lt is absolutely more than just a block ofwoo...

Well, it moves, for one thing.

Move.

(scoffs)

Come on, you can do better than that.

Move!

All right. Don't worry.

Ifyou fall, I'll just pickyou right back up.

Move.

(whooshing)

(gasps)

(whooshing)

No way.

(thud)

ERIC: This chapter is called

"You Have to Believe lt to See lt...

Or Messing with the Mutant."

MAHONEY (softly): Mutant.

Mutant.

You gotta wake up, Sleeping Beauty.

There are people here.

Mm... What?

Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.

Hi.

(clears throat): Morning.

I'm sorry to wake you up,

but you've slept long enough.

- (groans) - What's wrong with your head?

It hurts. I hit it pretty hard.

You did?

Yeah, it must've been when I passed out.

What do you mean?

When l keeled over.

I didn't see that.

Yes, you did. Last night.

Last night? I went home.

No, no, before...

I passed out.

I thinkyou must be confused.

No, no.

I passed out. I remember.

It was after the cube flew.

- What cube? - "What cube?"

Mahoney. The Congreve Cube.

You made it fly all around the room.

I thinkyou must have dreamt all that.

I left you here to finalize the real estate paperwork.

- Maybe you got sleepy. - No, no, no, no.

I-l-I didn't. Positively not.

I passed out afteryou made that cube fly.

It doesn't matter.

- I'm selling the store. - What?

Yeah, remember the offer?

We're signing the deal this morning.

No, no. Hey, hey. You can't.

Why can't I?

Because this, it's... it's magic!

You really think this store is magic?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Isn't thatjust a little difficult to believe?

No, no, I don't... I don't think so.

No, not at all.

Now...

I believe that you can make it be anything that you want.

It's you.

You...

are a block ofwood.

I'm a block ofwood?

Yeah, Mahoney. It's you.

And what you need to believe in is not the cube,

and it's not the store, and it's not me.

What you need to believe in is you.

Holy cow.

What is it?

A sparkle.

(piano notes play)

(notes play)

(birds singing)

(magical chiming)

(grand, wondrous orchestral theme plays)

- Wow! - Cool.

(kids murmuring in awe)

- (laser zapping noise) - (creatures laughing)

(magical chiming)

(squeaky laughter)

(grand, wondrous orchestral theme continues)

(whooshing)

(electronic beeping)

(planes whirring)

(fireworks popping)

- Whoa... - (kids laughing)

- Whoa! - (laughing)

(animal chittering)

(bells dinging)

(plane whooshing)

(grand orchestral theme continues)

(toy fire engine bell dinging)

(orchestral theme builds)

(theme crescendoes)

(planes buzzing)

(whooshing)

(electronic beeping)

(cube whirring)

(whipping, whirring)

(theme ends crisply)

(kids murmuring)

- (exhales deeply) - (children talking excitedly)

- I can't believe it. - Incredible.

ERIC: Andthat'show Molly Mahoney's story began.

(laughs)

(acoustic guitar plays upbeat, mellow intro)

(man singing)

(singing continues)

♪ ♪

(song ends)

(whimsical theme begins)

♪ ♪

(humming)

What do you think, Milo?

Not bad.

Thankyou.

(grand, classical fanfare plays)

(music ends with a flourish)