Original subtitles

(gears clacking)

Welcome to Spiderwick.

I know this house is weird and moldy,

but it's full of secrets and surprises.

DORIAN: Prepare for The Spiderwick Chronicles.

This town is full of stories. Some are darker than others.

JARED: I think our great-great-grandpa Arthur Spiderwick

discovered that magical creatures are real.

(creature sneezes)

My father catalogued each and every creature

of the invisible world.

- There's this ogre, Mulgarath. - (snarling)

JARED: He wants Great-Grandpa Spiderwick's Field Guide

- so he can kill everyone. - (hissing)

You want something more.

I'm an ogre. I want everything more.

- LUCINDA: Find the pages. - (creature sneezes)

Put Spiderwick's Field Guide back together.

You have to save everyone.

(fire whooshing)

Believe.

(crickets chirping)

♪ ♪

NARRATOR: Dear viewer...

Like all fairy tales, it begins, "Once upon a time..."

Our time...

- is now. - (croaking)

♪ ♪

(low snarling)

DORIAN: Where's my daughter?

Where's my daughter?!

(wood thuds, creaks)

(creature snarls)

DORIAN: I did what you wanted.

The Grace family is coming.

Living at the old Spiderwick Estate.

So please...

give me my daughter back.

(growling)

(panting)

Daddy!

Oh, Calliope.

Oh, Calliope.

- I'm so... - I'm all right.

I just want to go home.

Oh, God.

Y-You're shorter.

An inch.

Less, but shorter.

The scar from when you took the Shrinky Dink

out of the toaster oven too quickly, it's...

...it's on the wrong cheek.

It was on the left. Not the right.

Stop scaring me.

Which Shrinky Dink was it?

- I don't remember. - Try, princess!

SpongeBob.

It was SpongeBob, right?

My Calliope would never let me call her "princess."

She'd think it was too diminutive.

Who are you?

Wrong question.

- (roaring) - (screams)

(crunching)

The troll is eating...

...as you planned.

(creature snarling)

(growling)

My dread Lord Mulgarath.

Shh...

When attired in this frock,

I believe it would benefit our righteous cause

to refer to this flesh as...

Daddy.

- Daddy. - Yeah.

We have much to do.

The Grace family is coming.

Arthur Spiderwick's Field Guide will soon be ours.

(croaks)

(passing truck horn blares)

SIMON: Okay, buddy.

Who's hungry? (clicks tongue)

Doesn't this gross you out?

Feeding a windshield buffet to your mice.

Lemondrop and Jeffrey are starving.

Kids, can I get some help, please?

MALLORY: Yeah. Coming.

HELEN: We've got to smoosh this luggage in.

Careful. Don't squish that bag.

Okay. All right.

Okay, I want to get there before the moving truck.

- Where's your brother? - We were just in the mini-mart.

You think Jared's getting into trouble, like always?

Give him a break, you guys.

We're all here to support your brother.

And we're moving to Michigan to help him get

the psychiatric help he needs, so... just be kind.

♪ ♪

- (door chimes) - HELEN: Hurry up.

We've been waiting.

- Where were you? - I was being

inconsiderate, and in doing so, I diminish my own dignity.

But I was using the gas station Wi-Fi to download a podcast

so Mallory and I won't fight over music.

- (door chimes) - Hey! Hey, you.

I saw that.

Saw what? What happened?

I saw him steal a pack of gum.

JARED: W-What?

What? No, I didn't.

Okay, wait, wait. Look, he's not lying.

All right? I promise.

You know Jared hates gum.

It's true.

No breath freshener of any kind, tragically.

He wouldn't take it. Swear.

Look.

See? He doesn't have it.

Okay.

Sorry.

Come on, bring it in, bring it in.

We're not gonna let that ruin our move.

This is gonna be great.

Grace family rule number one?

ALL: Don't be d-bags.

HELEN: Let's do this!

♪ Boogie jive and rap is life where I'm from ♪

♪ Where I'm from, Ahmed play with Izzy where I'm from ♪

♪ Where I'm from, it be like run your coat black ♪

♪ Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack ♪

♪ Where I'm from, nappy hair is life ♪

♪ We be reading Marx where I'm from ♪

♪ The kids be rockin' Clarks where I'm from ♪

♪ You turn around your cap, you talk over a beat ♪

♪ And dig some sounds boomin' out a Jeep, where I'm from... ♪

(speaking secret twin language)

♪ Where I'm from, the beats is infinite where I'm from ♪

♪ Voodoo, ashubani... ♪

Please stop with the dumb twin language.

I'm trying to concentrate.

♪ On vibes, we freak them universal beats ♪

♪ You find it a the spot you hit at ends of every week ♪

♪ We twist, exists, to spin the maddest hits... ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(vehicle doors closing)

It's big.

It's a Victorian.

It's a piece of crap.

Yep. It's a big piece of Victorian crap.

But it's ours.

It's been in our family for generations.

JARED: It has very "haunted plantation

with tortured ghost ancestors" vibes.

No. The North had redlining, not plantations.

This isn't North, Mallory. This is Michigan.

Restaurants here serve potato salad

with raisins and militia memberships.

- (keys jingling) - HELEN: Okay.

(gears clacking)

(gasps)

Welcome to Spiderwick.

(door creaks)

♪ ♪

(door closes)

The outside is inside.

Your great-grandpa Arthur planted this tree.

It's called a manchineel tree.

They call the fruit death apples.

Indigenous people used them to ward off evil spirits.

They're poison, so if you see an apple growing, toss it.

♪ ♪

There's two kitchens.

This mini-oven works because why?

Cooking mini-cocktail wieners, duh.

HELEN: Arthur was an eccentric,

and an artist, and an armchair herpetologist...

- Ew. - That means he studied reptiles.

- And an entomologist. - That means he studied insects.

I don't need you to translate for me, Simon.

I'm not stupid.

- Debatable. - JARED: Huh.

Well, at least I didn't ask Athena Nguyen

how to pluck my unibrow hair.

You went through my DMs? I am so gonna end you!

JARED: You're gonna have to catch me first.

MALLORY: Oh, yeah, you better pray I don't.

HELEN: I know this house is weird and moldy,

but I adored playing here when I was a kid.

It's full of secrets and surprises.

And the woods, Simon,

you can't imagine the animals, the plants.

Stop selling sunshine.

This is a house with walls and doors and mushrooms.

I know this is hard.

Divorce and your dad staying in Brooklyn.

But since your Great-Aunt Lucinda is...

Nuttier than a squirrel on molly?

HELEN: ...in a hospital, we can live here.

Once we clean this up, this'll be great.

And this is a good time for a new beginning.

Summer break. Time to get settled before school.

And I know we can all use a fresh start.

- (horn honks outside) - HELEN: That's the moving truck.

All right. Come on, let's go.

("Magic" by The Linda Lindas playing)

♪ If I was invisible ♪

♪ No one would judge me for wanting to be by myself ♪

♪ But I'm already invisible enough ♪

♪ Without anybody else's help ♪

♪ If I could go back in time ♪

♪ And just change that one thing ♪

♪ Maybe now I'd be different ♪

♪ But part of me would always be missing ♪

♪ What if magic was real? ♪

♪ What if magic revealed ♪

♪ Something nobody would ever ♪

♪ Wish upon themselves or anybody else ♪

♪ Maybe reality is better. ♪

Must've been Lucinda's room.

She was literally scratching at the walls.

Those are too deep to be made by a someone.

It was probably a something.

Some paint, an exorcism,

this could be a good room for us, man.

In Brooklyn, we shared a room because we had to.

And it wasn't even a room.

It was a converted pantry

that smelled like bouillon cubes and compromise.

You know, now,

we can finally have our own rooms.

Is this about the gum thing?

- No. It's not about the gum. - What? So you need privacy

for some single player gaming?

- Jared. Gross. No. - (chuckles)

Hey, you hate Lemondrop and Jeffrey.

You always complain how they keep you awake.

Now they don't have to.

Okay, but we haven't spent a night apart

since Mark Novom's sleepover party that I wasn't invited to,

and Dad took you home because you couldn't fall asleep

without me.

Okay. You're right.

I would probably creep into your bed at night

when I get scared.

And thanks to you,

it's not like Dad could come help us anymore, anyway.

(birds chirping)

(insects buzzing)

♪ ♪

Mm. Nice portrait.

Those Spiderwick genes are strong.

The both of you.

Some DNA is all we have in common.

And we can wear the same pants.

Simon is nice and funny,

he knows what a herpetologist is.

Everyone loves Simon.

Everyone hates me.

It's my fault we had to move here.

(sighs)

You've been going through a hard time for a while now,

and we both know it's not getting better.

I don't know why I do the stupid things I do.

I just do.

Okay, I said I was sorry about the thing at school.

I found a psychiatrist in Henson.

Dr. Brauer.

He's been analyzing your Aunt Lucinda's case.

Institutionalized Aunt Lucinda?

Lucinda is my favorite person ever.

I've told you all her stories about ogres

and wood elves and her invisible little boggart friend,

Thimbletack.

But then she believed her stories were true.

She thought Thimbletack was real?

Dr. Brauer is a thoughtful

and highly respected psychiatrist.

He'll help us figure out what's going on

inside that incredible head of yours.

See?

So it is my fault we're here.

Having mental health issues isn't a fault.

It's just how you were made.

Yeah, but...

I wish you made me more like Simon.

Come here.

(sharp exhale)

All right. Come on, dinner's ready.

(kisses) Come on.

(growling)

(crickets chirping)

(owl hooting)

(thud echoes nearby)

Simon?

Did you hear that?

Mom?

Mallory, is that you?

(thudding continues)

(thudding continues)

(floorboards creaking)

(soft jingling)

(floorboards creaking)

Blood?

(glass shatters)

"A. Spiderwick."

Arthur Spiderwick?

(low growling)

(growling)

Welcome to our "people" house.

(hissing)

(meows)

So gross. Pets.

CFC air conditioning left on.

Triple-wall cardboard boxes with bubble wrap

and packing tape used to ship

two double-A batteries and a USB cord.

The world would be a better place without humans.

That's why I'm going to consume them.

And I am starving.

(rhythmic knock at door)

Hi. It's Stacy.

Varnow. From next door.

Dinner's here.

STACY: I saw you pull up.

My cat Goneril hasn't come home

and you left your bedroom window open.

Uh, uh, yeah. Hi, Stacy.

- STACY: Can I come in? - CALLIOPE (hushed): Yes.

No.

Yes.

No. It's too soon for our plan.

You know you want a taste of her warm blood on your tongue.

(growls)

STACY: I think I just heard her.

Goneril? Is that you? It's Mommy.

(quietly): No.

(louder): Now's not a good time.

We'll keep an eye out.

Thanks, Stacy.

STACY: Okay. Thanks for checking.

Goneril?

Hey, I'm hungry, too.

You promised me death.

A whole town.

Everyone?

I found the egg.

With that, I'll be able to devour

every last soul in Henson

and you will get the death that sustains you,

my loyal fetch.

But if you require a snack...

(meows)

(crackling)

(Goneril yowling)

♪ Rescue me ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Rescue me ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Rescue me ♪

SIMON: Where could they be?

- HELEN: Check the cabinet. - JARED: Check under there.

- SIMON: Are you kidding me? - ♪ Rescue me. ♪

JARED: No, no, look under the sink.

HELEN: Why would they be in the sink?

- (overlapping chatter) - Why are we freaking out?

Lemondrop and Jeffrey are missing!

JARED: I heard something in the house.

A possum I think. Maybe it ate them.

Maybe it was Lemondrop and Jeffrey.

JARED: No, no, it was bigger. Way.

Probably the thing that made those scratch marks.

I stabbed it with Mal's sword.

You touched my gear?!

- (groans loudly) - JARED: What?

- I was trying to help. - Why didn't you wake me up?

- You wouldn't. - You broke my sword!

- It was an accident. - MALLORY: Accident on purpose.

You know I have a fencing tryout with the maestro today, okay?

That's important. She's trained elite champions.

Okay, okay. Just--

I was being inconsiderate, and in doing so,

- I diminish my own dignity. - Shut up, Jared! Shut up.

I bet there wasn't a critter. Look, there isn't any blood.

Why would I make that up?

Remember when you hid Dad's car keys

and we couldn't find them

for a week and he got three parking tickets

all because he wouldn't take you to McDonald's?

We all know you hate Lemondrop and Jeffrey.

And why couldn't you let Simon have his own dumb room?

What's the big idea?

- HELEN: Mallory... - Whoa.

- Mom. - Oh.

(smoke detector beeping)

I'm not hungry anyway.

Wait, Mallory, just-- (exhales)

Look, we can go into town

and get some humane mousetraps for Lemondrop and Jeffrey.

I'll help you find them.

Promise.

Just make sure you're back before noon, okay?

You have your first session with Dr. Brauer this afternoon.

Right.

♪ ♪

(entry bell jingles)

Well, the hardware store guy said that these

catch-and-release traps are the best, so...

Come on, dude.

You don't really think that I let

Lemondrop and Jeffrey out, do you?

- Nope. - Simon.

Excuse me.

Dude, did you just see the way that guy was staring at us?

Yeah, we have that, uh, new car smell.

Uh-huh. Yeah, new and un-white.

Okay. Stop thinking the worst of everyone.

This place is nice, okay?

They got a firefly catching contest tonight.

It's based on an old tradition when people believed

fireflies were fairies, and if you catch one,

it'll grant you a wish.

This town loves its old folklore.

Look.

Someone even built secret fairy doors all over Henson.

JARED: Hey...

W-What's that circle thing?

It's... nothing I know.

JARED: I found that same symbol

on something Arthur Spiderwick drew.

Yeah, it was an ogre.

And it was kind of like those animal books you love.

There was this-this weird writing on it.

- But it wasn't English. - (Simon chuckles)

There's over 7,000 languages.

You barely know one and three-quarters.

(laughs)

Did you know that insane Aunt Lucinda

actually believed that these magical creatures were real?

Okay, listen, you don't have to say "insane"

every time you say "Aunt Lucinda."

Look, I know you think this place is all innocent,

but there's something weird about this fairy stuff, okay?

The tiny rooms, Spiderwick.

Simon. Something about this place feels dangerous.

(broom sweeping)

HELEN: Mallory?

Boys?

Anybody want to help?

Right. They're all gone.

(soft whooshing)

LUCINDA: Little Miss,

this is a terrifically important lesson.

Manchineel tea is useful for fighting ogres.

Mom said the apple is poison.

Not if you prepare it correctly.

A full cup makes you turn invisible.

(echoing): Just a few drops.

Stir with your forefinger.

And then with your thumb tucked

and pinky all the way out...

Drink.

MELVINA: Are you crazy, Lucinda?

You could've killed her.

LUCINDA: I'm only trying to protect her.

(doorbell rings)

Hi. Hi, I'm Tanner.

I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.

(chuckles) That's so nice.

Um, I'm Helen.

I made you a whitefish casserole.

It's a Midwestern delicacy.

I'm sure my kids will love it.

- Oh, they won't. - (both laugh)

It's really a magnificent home.

Spiderwick.

(chuckles) It's a bit of a disaster.

Oh, the upkeep is overwhelming.

I'm a Realtor and I'll pay way over market,

and I can get you into an affordable condo downtown.

You'd appreciate the ethnic vibe.

(forced chuckle) That is kind, very,

but we're going to give this a go here.

- Sorry. - Don't apologize.

This is your family home.

Now that you're here,

spacing on that banister is over an inch.

I'm a librarian, so compliance

is in my top three Pinterest searches.

HOA standards. Grass height. Fence maintenance.

You get the drill.

Helping maintain a nice, clean neighborhood.

Welcome to Henson.

(Helen chuckles softly)

(fencing foils clacking)

(grunting)

VALENTINA: Halt.

Dismissed.

Has Mallory Grace arrived?

She's coming over.

Is she staring, Bree?

She is staring, Maestro.

I wouldn't let not being able to see

stop me from getting what I want.

Would you?

Mallory Grace?

No. No, Maestro.

Good.

Thank you.

Show me.

Yeah.

Not with a blade.

With your mind.

Mental fencing.

It's how I focus and how I train without sight.

Visualize the bout.

- If I go high sixth? - I-I'd parry.

- I drop to midline. - Hard riposte.

- Feint. Touch. Point. - I keep my distance.

- Nullify the trap. - Feint.

- Parry. - Counter.

- Riposte. - Passata Sotto. Touch. Point.

I cannot teach you, Mallory Grace.

Why? Because I won?

One score does not win a match.

Maestro, I've been training since I was six.

Waking up at 3:00 a.m. for endurance runs.

My lunge speed is 2.873 meters per second. 2.873!

I mean, I've... I've done everything right.

I-I have plans. Scholarship to Notre Dame.

Make the Olympic team, move to Paris,

and open my own gym in the Marais.

Solve et Coagula.

It's alchemy.

It means "dissolve and coagulate."

Something must be broken down

before it can be built up again.

You're too fixed.

All your plans are set in stone.

I can't unteach you from yourself.

Your toughest opponent, Mallory Grace,

will always be Mallory Grace.

(retreating footsteps)

(sighs)

Mom, how is this guy any different than Dr. Fox,

Dr. Woodworth, Dr. Kao,

or even that behavioral therapist dude?

Dr. Brauer works in a group setting

with other kids like you.

(quiet chatter)

No parents allowed, so you won't self-edit.

I'm gonna go visit Aunt Lucinda.

All right? You'll text me right after?

Hey.

You got this.

Okay.

(exhales softly)

Nice suit. Archive hues.

Rolling the Michigan colorway, son.

(slurps)

I'm Emiko. That's Hatcher.

HATCHER: Welcome to the group.

We're like a messed-up, heavily medicated Avengers.

I'm Jared.

So, what's Dr. Brauer like?

Like store-brand vanilla yogurt.

This whole town lags.

Kids think denim jackets and Crocs are on trend.

I like Crocs.

Duh. Me, too. But, like, ironically.

Salehe Bembury collabs with Crocs.

Kid's a hype beast.

Well, I just bid on the RealReal

for a Gucci monogramouflage jacket.

Those are like six grand.

I hacked .0002 cents

from every bank account at Michigan Savings & Loan,

equal housing lender FDIC,

and stashed the loot into a secret Swiss account,

only I forgot the password.

So... Emiko is obvs a pathological liar.

I have body dysmorphia and generalized anxiety.

So, what's your differential diagnosis?

Um, I'm not really diagnosed yet.

EMIKO: Well, you must've done something

to end up in dysfunctional daycare.

(sighs) Well...

They say I have oppositional defiance disorder,

but I don't know.

You really are a Spiderwick.

What's that supposed to mean?

H-How'd you know I moved into Spiderwick?

EMIKO: Everyone knows that house.

Arthur Spiderwick decapitated his brother

and blamed it on an ogre

that lives under the Claire River Bridge.

No, i-it wasn't an ogre.

Spiderwick said a troll murdered his brother.

Same dif.

Ogres and trolls are different races.

Put it in your TED Talk, Mr. Tolkien.

Did you know the Firefly Festival

started after Spiderwick axed his bro?

People believed his stories about ogres and fairies.

Turns out crazy is infectious,

but it also runs in families.

I mean, you seem kosher, Jared,

but then again, so do most serial killers.

(scoffs) Know what?

Your track suit's tragic.

Screw this.

(door opens)

You like my suit, right, Hatch?

(door closes)

(birds chirping)

Lucinda.

It's Helen.

Little Miss?

ORDERLY: It's not you.

She's barely said a word since she was admitted.

That was decades ago.

ORDERLY: I'll leave you two alone.

Nice room.

Good light. Comfortable.

Although, these nurses

have no idea what to do with your hair.

(chuckles softly)

Mom sends her love.

(chair creaking)

I'm sorry it's been so long.

I've missed you.

I always felt like you were the only one

who really listened to me.

I, uh, I have three kids now.

Can't wait for you to meet them.

Mallory is 16, and she's a fighter.

(chuckles)

And the twins,

Simon, he's just the purest.

And Jared, Jared is fearless, mischievous

and impossible.

I do what I can to help him.

Therapy, research.

And, unfortunately, divorce.

Richard said he didn't want to do it anymore.

Said he didn't feel like he was a good dad.

Especially with Jared.

He said that I made him feel small.

And he was done, so he quit.

(chuckles)

So I'm hitting reset.

I don't know, maybe I'll even go on a date, again.

Someday.

But moving to Spiderwick, it's just--

LUCINDA: Leave. Leave.

Little Miss, you must leave.

Spiderwick is dangerous.

It's all real.

The fairies and hags and unicorns...

Thimbletack and Mulgarath.

Mulgarath wants the Field Guide.

Mulgarath will get you!

Mulga-- You have got to go!

- We all m-must go! - It's okay.

- Lucinda, you're okay. - We all must go!

- Little Miss, leave! - It's okay, Lucinda.

- (roaring) - Leave!

SALESWOMAN: The elusive dragon egg.

We procured this from a local estate.

It's coated in an opaline enamel

and encrusted with diamonds.

Strangely, no one's figured out how to open the egg

to discover what Fabergé hid inside.

Ah, ah.

We touch with our eyes, little girl.

(growls softly)

But there is indeed something contained

within its impenetrable shell, right?

Yes.

Unfortunately,

the enamel has minerals that make X-rays unreadable.

So, it's a mystery.

How much for the egg?

Perhaps I could show you another piece?

We have some cucumber-persimmon water if you're thirsty,

or the most scrummy petit fours you've ever tasted.

DORIAN: Darling, didn't you say you were feeling hungry?

- Yes, Daddy. - (gasps)

(crunching)

Mm.

(crunching)

What is that?

It's a mystery.

(grandfather clock chiming)

Smells like turtle vomit.

I think that's Havarti.

It's a local delicacy.

And the stove is broken, so...

(thudding)

That's the noise.

I told you, there's a critter inside the wall.

SIMON: Please stop with this "critter is inside of the wall."

- It's an animal... - It's a trash panda.

- Trash panda? - Yes.

It's an old house. What do you expect?

Probably some mutated racoon or something.

- Stop fighting, for real. - Shut up, Mallory.

- Who asked you? - Don't tell me to shut up.

'Cause there'd be a mutated racoon in our wall,

- Jared, okay? - (crashing, crackling)

MALLORY: Mom, you good?

Well, we got to rebuild anyway.

So, let's do this.

("Welcome to the Terrordome" by Public Enemy playing)

♪ I got so much trouble on my mind... ♪

Come on, grab something.

It's right behind this wall.

- JARED: Let's do this. - SIMON: Let's go.

HELEN: Did you hear that? It's in here.

JARED: Okay. (laughs)

(grunting, laughing)

HELEN: Keep going!

(crashing)

♪ My home is your home ♪

♪ But welcome to the Terrordome ♪

HELEN: Ew...

(music fades)

JARED: Whoa...

Gnarly mousetrap.

Lemondrop and Jeffrey?

No, these are too desiccated.

What the hell is this?

SIMON: It's a dumbwaiter.

A tiny elevator that takes food between floors.

But I don't know why it was covered up.

I'm talking about the mouse-oleum.

(Jared chuckles)

Let's see where it goes.

No. No, no, no.

No way. This is too dangerous.

You guys, clean this up.

Mal, can you clear the table please?

I need to call the repairman, an exterminator,

a contractor, a chiropractor...

Come on, we have to go up there.

Uh, I... I have to clear the table.

Dude, I bet there's some

weird Spiderwick death cult stuff up there.

Mom said not to go.

Bring snacks.

Jared, wait.

Jared!

Jared, I said don't go!

The hell is wrong with you, man?

Can't you for once just leave it alone?

Don't you want to find out what's up there?

I want you to stop.

I am so sick of defending you, Jared.

At school, at the stupid gas station,

with Lemondrop and Jeffrey.

I didn't do anything to them.

What do I get for helping you?

I had to leave everything I loved, okay?

My friends, our house, Dad.

(cheerful music plays)

(chatter, laughter)

(lively chatter)

(firefly chittering)

♪ ♪

(girls laughing)

(firefly tinkling against glass)

(squeaks)

(gasps)

(laughing)

(phone buzzing)

(thudding)

(distant rattling)

♪ ♪

Whoa.

What is this place?

(pattering footfalls)

Lemondrop? Jeffrey?

♪ ♪

(rustling)

So, you're Arthur Spiderwick.

(snarling)

(hissing, snarling)

Boo!

(both screaming)

(laughing)

- (indistinct chatter) - JARED: Mom! Mom!

In here!

- I-I saw... - HELEN: What?

I-I don't know what.

Lucinda was telling the truth. Arthur knew.

These-these creatures are real!

- Someone's starved for attention. - I know what I saw!

Hey, please calm down, sweetie.

We had to do what Lucina said. We have to get out of here now!

Huh.

You ditched therapy?

Because how would you know what Lucinda said

- if you were with Dr. Brauer-- - I was being inconsiderate

and in doing so, I diminish my own dignity.

- Whatever! - Jared,

I've tried so hard with you.

Didn't you hear what I just said?

These creatures are real!

Come on. (stammers) I'll show you.

Uh...

I am so done.

Done!

We came here to see Dr. Brauer,

and that's what we're gonna do!

- Let's go. - Mom. Mom.

♪ Everybody ♪

♪ Needs a friend... ♪

Will it grow?

We're gonna need the Field Guide to know how to raise

this creature from a sapling idea into a grim endeavor.

But I do recall Spiderwick saying that it needs protein.

♪ 'Cause I know just what you... ♪

(burbling)

(growls)

♪ When you need me ♪

(both exhale)

(burbling)

(knocking at door)

Did she call the police?

Maybe they'll go away.

(knocking continues)

Here. Just in case.

♪ ♪

Hi, Dr. Brauer.

Well, I'm so glad you came.

♪ Do you see it too? ♪

♪ I don't know what to do ♪

♪ Call me on the telephone ♪

♪ Because I'm feeling all alone ♪

♪ So where you wanna go? ♪

♪ We can hit the road ♪

♪ We can hit the road ♪

♪ We'll find the sun out there ♪

♪ No need to run out there ♪

♪ Another fire, I'm not afraid ♪

♪ To see new worlds come off the page ♪

♪ I'm not a hero but I can see ♪

♪ There's something special in you and me ♪

♪ There's something magic in the sky ♪

♪ And no one gets it like you do ♪

♪ There's something magic in your eyes ♪

♪ And no one gets me like you do ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ There's something magic in the sky ♪

♪ There's something magic in your eyes ♪

♪ There's something magic in the sky ♪

♪ There's something magic in the sky ♪

♪ And no one gets it like you do ♪

♪ There's something magic in your eyes ♪

♪ And no one gets me like you do. ♪

♪ ♪