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thanks to Winifred's book of spells.

Heavens to Murgatroyd.

Okay, Mister Book, shall we get some revenge?

Oh, it smiled, right?

Youth. Youth. Youth. Youth. Youth.

-Itchita copita, melaka mystica.

-We're going to win us a spider. -GILBERT: Yes, we are.

Wait, were you there that night? With the Sanderson Sisters?

Throw them in the dungeon.

Oh, and you got to come check out Brian's car.

-Lift the curse and let us out.

"Upon thy house so full of lies..."

-that we are about to bewitch them. -Yes, Winnie.

Now, thank you for your assistance, Gilbert.

Gilbert did this?

A quick death will be too kind for these two.

MAN: I don't get it.

Find it! (whimpers)

Oh, sisters, observe. She has a new parlor trick.

Actually, I didn't, because after mine was stolen,

-That was well do... -How did this happen?

Yeah. I mean, we eat young souls all the time.

-I know, I know, I know. -Get in line. Get in line.

WINIFRED: You got it.

♪ We're going to get you get you get you ♪

Didst the Turner boys lock thee in the hay barrack again?

Look, trust me. You look amazing.

Oh, look. He has an apple in his mouth.

I decided to have two breakfasts.

The salt in the Walgreen's, the leaves in the basement,

-(keys clatter) -You guys know each other?

I do not need a book.

♪ He's the reason that we all say "break a leg" ♪

If only... If these are all worshippers...

(door closes in distance)

Sisters, focus.

None of what's happened tonight makes any sense.

-Window, window. Window. -Window, window.

I shall not do that spell, I promise.

Ooh, look at this.

and turn them right!

Now, lead us Salem. Lead us to thy Mayor.

Hey, Becca, I can't hear... Are you there?

I don't feel particularly warmed up yet.

-It just it wouldn't have worked. -Well, why not?

By the way, I'm not being a very good host.

MARY: I smell children.

-Lift the curse and let us out. -Lift the curse and let us...

and then I come home to like the gothic Golden Girls in my garage.

LUCAS: Roll the drum.

-(laughing continues) -Of course.

♪ Trance, trance, trance ♪

We need to get to Cassie's before the witches do.

We searched for the largest one we could find.

Perhaps because thou eateth the children?

-(meows) -(shatters)

YOUNG MARY: What was that?

-I know. -How is this book so strong?

-Oh, yeah, totally. -(laughs)

We finally have the blood on the nary our nostrils,

The witches will be here any second.

See. She admits it.

You knew that was gonna happen.

-LIAM: Right? -You are right.

At least, that's what Gilbert says to get people to buy it.

♪ Oh, amok, amok, amok Amok, amok, amok... ♪

We're going to be back. We're going to be back. We're going to be back. We're back!. We're back!. We're back!.

CASSIE: As if that would have made any difference.

IZZY: Oh, my God. We gotta get out of here.

Bunch of boys stole all my candy.

-BECCA: Yes. -Are you heading to your sacred circle?

Traske must be in here someplace. Spread out.

Just no more magic candles, deal?

(indistinct chatter)

I know, but it's just, like,

I'm talking to the book.

You were Winifred's lover

Stop that!. Stop that!.

The Sandersonettes.

Not if I kill them first.

-I don't think he cares for that spell. -Yeah, I think she's right.

-Then this must be, the altar. -Yes?

This little witch against the most powerful coven in history.

-We're wasting time. We must fly. -Fly.

WINIFRED: At last.

It takes what you value most.

-Have fun at your party. -Becca, come on.

A newborn. (laughs)

The Binx boy, he lives?

(both grunting)

Well, you're pretty late so back it up with the other finalists.

because you ratted me out,

To my eternal rest.

whatever those two may have done, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding.

(suspenseful music)

I love the resting witch face. (mumbling)

♪ Just to see the bones of Skeleton Sam ♪

All right, let's give it up for...

It won't go out until the sun rises, you dolt.

-Okay, ready? -Yeah.

-You're my best friend. -No, no, no, but I was the one...

-Wait, wait, wait. -Is he--

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Where was he last seen?

(indistinct chatter)

Uh, uh... Well...

like, "Stop Sanderson Sisters,"

Oh, by Lucifer's hangnail.

-(sighs) -(church bell dings)

(clears throat)

Looky, my broomies. They hate mess. Do you see this?

BECCA: Yes. We're right behind you.

-(cat meows) -(gasps)

I watch these on all the time.