Original subtitles

MENACING SHOUTS

- Cheer! Show them we're not afraid. - Go away! Leave us alone!

- Rattle swords or something! - Grrr!

- There, there. - Oh, it isn't nearly sunset, is it?

That sort of wishing won't work.

- FOOTSTEPS - Cyril! There's somebody outside!

What? Wave this out the window.

He went this way. Wait here.

The drawbridge...!

Oi!

Let me out, you rascal!

Robert, quick!

- It's that Jakin! - On his own?

I don't know. That's where he got in!

- Come on! - Look!

Agggh! SPLASH!

RATTLING

The drawbridge!

They're coming in!

- Get things to drop on them! - Take that!

- Onward! - Oh, dear! I think we hurt someone!

- I should jolly well hope so! - Look!

- Oh, please, let's surrender! - No!

The sun MUST set soon!

- Perhaps we should surrender. - No!!

I'll be a soldier! I SHAN'T join the civil service!

- They're in! - VICTORY!

Get the water! The brutes!

- We're home! They're gone! - And we didn't surrender!

- I wasn't REALLY frightened! - Oh, I say!

This is the first wish that hasn't got us into a row and...

Famous last words!

You ought to be ashamed of yourselves!

A person can't go out but you empty water on her head!

Off you go to bed! >

I don't want to tell you twice!

I hope the castle won't come creeping back in the night.

Of course not! But Martha will.

Sir Wulfric was in for a shock!

- A garrison in pinafores! - And knickerbockers!

- Ginger beer! - Quick, before Martha lands us with the Lamb!

- We did it! - Let's forget that beastly psammead and play forts.

We did that yesterday(!)

- You can't blame the psammead. It was YOUR wish. - Yes!

- We must be careful what we wish. - Oh, dear! I wish... - JANE!

That's what I mean! We must think before we wish.

Master Cyril! Where...? OH!

Oh, look at the ants!

Master Cyril! Come over here!

- You keep your baby brother with you today. - Oh, but we don't want him.

Nonsense! Anybody would want him! The angel!

- It's just that he's so young! - He'll grow.

He can even stand a bit!

- Now, you be careful with him, hear? - Yes, Martha.

One. One, two, three, four, five.

Oh, no!

Oh, look what it's done!

"Anybody would want him"! Ha! I only wish somebody DID want him!

That was easy! Everyone wants him now!

- Now look what you've done! - So?

There's nobody here to want him!

Ingratitude is a dreadful vice! Can't we have a different wish?

No! You should be more careful.

One boy flew into a temper and wished he was dead!

- So of course he was! - Really? - Only till sunset.

Keep him away! He's wet!

No, Lamb!

Oh, dear. It would take more than a wish to make anyone want HIM!

BABY HOWLING

- Do something with that baby! - Shh. - It's all right.

- Take him out or something. - It's all right. There, there.

Stop! Stop! Ohh! Dawson...

Oh...!

What a darling duck of a baby! I should so like to adopt it.

- Would its mother mind? - Of course she would! - And Martha!

But I should bring it up in luxury. I am Lady Chittenden.

DO let me hold it for a minute! PLEASE!

Ohh, what a pretty little thing! Come for a walk with me!

Drive on!

- Drive on, I tell you! - Come on! We've got to get him back!

The darling!

Wait here. I shan't be long.

Hello!

Fine boy. Wish he was mine. He's too handsome to be yours!

I wonder at her! She hates kids! Got none of her own.

I'll hide the nipper in the hedge and tell her its brothers took him.

If anyone's to have him, it's ME!

Nonsense! I'm a married man! >

I'M having him! I should think you had enough!

What with Alfred, Alice, Louise, Victor, Stanley...

Come on, then!

- Is he all right? - Shhh!

LADY CHITTENDEN: It's gone! It's gone!

(Don't let him cry!)

­ Don't worry, my lady! He can't have gone far !

- Phew! - How can we get him home if everyone tries to steal him?

- We just have to hide if we see anyone coming. - Oh, Cyril!

What a nice baby! He's nothing special! Go away!

- I want him! - You only think you do. - I do! I do!

- Her. There. - Right. - Let me go!

- Go away, or we'll tie you up with... - Handkerchiefs! - Yes!

- And the bears will get you! - HA!

I want the baby! It's not fair!

Hide the Lamb!

- We must hide. - No dinner or tea?

- We'll starve! - Sit in a ditch till sunset? - As usual!

'Funny - it turned out WE wanted the Lamb just as much as anyone!'

Come and see!

Told you he was sweet on her!

I hope the Lamb's all right.

I mean, that the wish really has worn off.

- I've got an idea. - Did it hurt(?)

We've had wishes, but we haven't had a single wish worth having.

- We've had things happen. - But not the right things.

- I've been thinking. - No(!)

- Listen. - All right, then. - Well...

Let's play bandits or forts, and not think about the psammead.

- We're trying too hard. - Bandits, then! - Right!

- Stand and deliver! - Chuck it!

- Methinks he resists. - Chuck it!

- You little...! - Get your fists up! Come on!

Fight ME! Go on, fight me! Well done, Bobs !

- Hey! That's not fair! - There you go! - Cyril!

- Then we could... - Cyril! Cyril!

- What's that? - It's the boys!

- Try to get up NOW! - It's just a game! - Clear off!

Baaah!

- I'll get you! - Help!

There! That'll learn you!

- Baah! - Big bully!

Baah!

What's happening?

Cyril! What's going on?

- The beast! - Who started it?

I just wish I was bigger than him!

- Oh, no! - Robert!

Robert, what big feet you've got!

- You've no idea how silly I feel! - I can see how silly you LOOK!

- Morning, Psammead. - Good morning. - How are you?

I suppose you wouldn't consider making Bobs come right again.

No, I would NOT!

He's a rude, violent boy.

Then could you make us the same size?

You never wish for anything sensible.

- Like good tempers! - Ohhh!

Oh, don't go! Don't go!

- That's that. - What do we do now? - I know!

I'm going to get even with that baker's boy!

Hey, you!

- Grrrr! - Help!!

- Ha ha ha! - He-e-elp!

Help! Leave me alone!

Help!

HELP! OWW!

- GRR! - I'm sorry! - You are NOW!

- Give us a chance! - GRRR! - Agh!

GIRLS CHATTERING Whee! Oh, look! It's her!

- Who? - Lady Chittenden! >

- Coo-ee! - Yoo-hoo!

Drive on faster! I shall faint!

- Lady Chittenden! - Yes, hilarious!

- Jane, please take that goldfish off the table. - Here comes Goliath.

- We asked for lunch out here. - Mind my fish! - What fish?

- Andrew gave it to me. - He gave it to the Lamb, actually.

- I expect Andrew was trying to get in with Martha. - Shhh!

There. I'm off to the fair. With Andrew?

Yes. No need to smirk! Look after the Lamb.

- Is there any more bread? - No, the baker's boy didn't come.

- Tell you what I wish... - Careful! - Just that we could go to the fair.

- You can't go anywhere. - Why not?

- They have giants at fairs. - Oh! People would pay to see him!

Yes! But we can't all go. Someone has to look after the Lamb.

Well...I'm not VERY keen on fairs, especially now I've got my goldfish.

We'll all stay. Bobs can go.

A freak at the fair! Dare you?

You want your heart's desire

And there's nothing but the fire

Of a madly yearning wild imagination

All you have to do is choose If you don't you'll lose

Something special in your life will pass you by

Castles in the air Or a chest of purest gold

Start a quest before you're old

Try wishing a little harder every day

Wishing to chase the clouds away

In the twinkling of an eye You'll grow tall or even fly

You don't know till you try So do-o

And with the magic that you find Dream your dream awa-ay.

Subtitles by Anne Morgan BBC Scotland, 1991

Repair and Synchronization by Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0