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Ooh!

Can't unhook, can't unhook.

I doubt you're gonna gain any

information by just staring at

your mom's key.

Ooh, blasteroid!

And you need to study your

Springville remedial courses.

These courses are ridiculous.

I mean, come on.

"Phineus Q. Mungtor's Guide to

Combating Infections from Molds,

Mildews, and Various Arcana."

Springville curriculum has

been refined over the years to

give the students the information...

...ooh, head-chopper... that

they need to survive here.

I carry my pocket mungtor everywhere.

You never know when it will be needed.

Hey.

Hey!

Quick, I need you to identify

a spell-induced disease with

symptoms like rising fever, acid

tears, and smoky cough.

Okay.

Orange death, brown death, taupe death.

Get serious!

Yeah, those aren't even real.

Of course they're real.

My symptoms just aren't tongue

paralysis, turning into moss, or floating.

How about iridescence?

What?

Is that when you die from a terrible lisp?

No, of course not.

Your turn the color of a soap

bubble followed by a mild lisp.

Afterwards, you die a horrible death.

Okay, let's see here.

Fever, acidic tears, smoky cough.

Oh, no.

Hmm?

It's the fire inside.

It's always fatal.

I knew it.

This just proves that Ann is totally evil.

Wait.

What does this have to do with Ann, anyway?

And why do you think she's so bad?

Well, I have proof that your

little witchy BFF killed a

Lizzie Borden student yesterday.

Who?

Me.

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Yep, this could definitely be

stage one of the fire inside.

That would be bad.

Okay, something is bad when

smoke is coming out of your

mouth, no matter what made-up

name you call it.

Come on, we're gonna take you to

a hospital.

No. They can't do anything.

It's a disease conjured by black arts.

Besides, police and doctors

shudder from anything weird.

Yeah, and they'll wall her up

in quarantine.

What's wrong with this place?

Okay, if it's some magical

disease, maybe Ann can help.

You keep on saying she's a witch.

Okay, what part of "she's the

one that infected me in the

first place" don't you understand?

Wait, what?

Okay, story time.

It was a regular day in Spooksville P.E.

We were playing a good old game

of dodge the werewolf.

What?

Dodge the werewolf.

You've never played it?

It's fantastic for

cardiovascular development.

This place is so weird.

Okay, okay, stop interrupting.

Anyways, I was gonna win, of

course, but I was scratched... By Ann.

Did you actually see her in

the werewolf costume?

Uh, no, not technically.

But who else would it be?

All right, curse, anybody?

It says here that the fire

inside must be cured within 48

hours with a spell and antidote or...

What?

The antidote requires an

incredibly rare ingredient, the

crystal moon flower.

And who might have this

incredibly rare ingredient?

I'll give you a hint.

She's rich, mysterious, and

every day, she buys a scone and

chai tea latte from

Atherton's bakery right about... Now.

Of course.

All roads lead to Ann, first

lady of sweetness and... and

light and nicest person ever.

Yay!

You know, while we're at it,

why don't we see if she has a

cure for the sarcasm inside?

Don't mock the dead.

Don't mock the dead.

What do you want?

It's none of your business, all right?

Maybe we just wanted a bear claw.

It's a free country.

Sorry.

We saw Ann and we thought we'd say hi.

The mistress is unavailable... To you.

All right, let's jet.

Sally.

We need help on our school project.

Oh, party right here on the sidewalk.

Apologies, mistress.

You should not be bothered by

this... riff-raff.

Nonsense.

These are my dear friends.

I can spare a moment.

Oh.

You have the fire inside.

Clearly, you are shocked...

Shocked about this.

Clearly she's raving from the fever.

We were hoping you could help us

with s-some... Crystal moon flower.

You know, if you're too busy,

you can just give it to me, and

I'll mix the antidote myself, no problem.

Well, I may have some crystal

moon flower in the conservatory.

I believe it's in bloom.

But you know it's extremely rare.

We'll pay for it.

It's out of your price range.

However, I'd consider a trade.

There's an old Templeton family

heirloom that's been lost for

some time, a red gemstone about this big.

You two are always snooping

around the town.

I wouldn't be surprised if you

stumbled across it.

Excuse us a minute.

How does she know about the Raven's Eye?

The question is not how, it's witch.

Wait, no.

That's the answer.

Adam, you have to give it to her.

No, no, no.

If Madeline gets ahold of it,

she'll have the power to come

back and destroy everything.

Not gonna happen, witchy-poo, all right?

I'd rather die.

Well, it seems you're already

halfway there.

Sally, are you crazy?

Visible flames from your nose,

your mouth, or other orifices

means you're in stage two.

If you get to stage three,

you'll spontaneously combust.

Sally, you'll die.

We need that flower.

We're just gonna have to find

another way to get it.

What?!

We're just gonna break into Shadowmire?

One does not simply break into Shadowmire.

Get down.

What the... Sally, come on!

Are those supposed to be Ann's

idea of watchdogs?

Okay.

Anyone have a plan "B"?

This place is crawling with them.

What are they?

Scientifically speaking, I'd

say... horribly terrifying creatures.

Okay.

Let's just find an empty parking

lot where I can explode safely.

You guys should film it, put it online.

I'll be more famous than a cat video.

I don't feel good.

We're gonna have to make a

break for it, hope for the best.

Wait, wait, wait.

That front one just turned.

Every 30 seconds, he moves to a new post.

They're not watchdogs, they're

guards... regimented, disciplined soldiers.

Okay, guys, get ready to move in

10 seconds.

Wait, Watch.

What happens if these things

aren't as accurate as your timer?

Nothing good.

All right, three... two... one... Go.

Come on, let's go.

Concentrate.

Feel the stream of Eldritch

energy flow through you.

Do we have to be in robes?

I feel ridiculous.

I don't know why arcane sorcery

requires a dress code.

Told you.

She will not tolerate failure.

You dare?

Servants do not slap their

employers, nor do they sneak

into school and infect a child

with the fire inside.

I know nothing of that.

I serve Madeline, and until you

have the Raven's Eye, you will do as I say.

I may be a servant, but you are

the servant of a servant.

Now continue.

Poor little witch girl.

I feel dizzy.

Is that stage three?

No.

But we got to keep moving.

Watch it.

Guys, that's our in.

Come on.

Wow.

The decorator really went

classic down here.

Classic Spanish inquisition.

Ugh, this stuff stinks.

To us, maybe.

They seem to rely on their sense of smell.

We need to find a way to get past them.

I have an idea.

But be warned, it kind of stinks.

I loved that watch.

If this isn't the grossest

thing I've ever done, it's a close second.

There!

Hurry!

These things will be here in no time.

It's no use.

I need a blowtorch to open it.

Maybe if I blow my nose on it, it'll melt.

Or maybe... A key.

Hurry!

Ah, it won't budge.

Keep trying.

Your mom has a skeleton key to Shadowmire.

Why would she have... Not now.

Cure now.

Mystery later.

Okay.

Crystal moon flower.

Crystal moon flower.

No, no, no.

That smells like varnish and lard.

That looks toxic.

Yes.

That's it.

Just like the picture.

Okay, Adam, get a single piece

of paper and a can of soda out of my bag.

All we need to do is crush

this, add the liquid, and the

crystal moon flower will react

with the fire inside, completely

neutralizing it.

Is that diet?

I don't do anything diet.

Artificial sweeteners are just toxic.

Hurry.

I feel really bad.

Is it supposed to do that?

Yes.

Yes, it's fine.

Sally needs her antidote.

Tilt her head back.

Isn't there a spell or something?

Magic is merely undiscovered science.

Cavemen thought fire was magic.

No mumbo-jumbo needed.

Watch, you... Yes, what is it?

You idiot!

You made it 10 times worse!

Stay back!

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.

Duck!

The odds of us getting out of

this place alive are

approximately 11,000 to one.

Remind me to never take you

to casino night, buzz kill.

That's it.

We're all gonna die thanks to

that crazy psycho witch.

Ann?

Hey... hope I wasn't out of

line with that "totally psycho

witch" comment.

Inside, quickly.

They mustn't hear you.

This is bad.

I was planning on giving her the

antidote tomorrow.

Why would you give it to her

now and not before?

No offense.

Yeah, especially 'cause you

didn't get the... The Raven's Eye? Yes.

Moorpark was right there

watching me, so I had to make a

show of trying.

I couldn't care less about it,

but he's obsessed with that

stupid rock and hounds me to...

Stage three never happens so quickly.

What did you do?

I gave her some of the

crystal moon flower using soda

as a delivery system.

You gave her soda?

Why didn't you just douse Sally

with lighter fluid and let her

play with matches?

Did you at least say the

incantation during this catastrophe?

Well, according to scientific

principles, words can't affect a

chemical reaction.

Well, congratulations, Einstein.

You may have killed Sally with science.

I hope you're pleased.

Not so much.

She's too far gone for the

regular cure, but maybe...

Uh... top shelf, four to your right.

Get me that one.

And right beside it, the blue thistle wine.

I said blue thistle wine.

Yes.

And two to the left, mangary nut.

Those things out there... why

can't you just order them to go away?

The homunculi obey Moorpark, not me.

What about those things that

came after me when I first got here?

The fool sent them for the Raven's Eye.

I knew it could not be taken by

force, only freely given.

No offense, Ann, but how can we trust you?

You think I'm on Moorpark's

side or Madeline's?

I'm a prisoner here.

I'm more a victim than you are!

You don't believe me?

It has to belong to you for this to work.

So... you are a witch after all.

Mom!

The vision is only yours.

If you see her image, she must be alive.

Where?

Where is she?

I don't know.

I can try to locate her, but it

will take time.

And if Moorpark finds out, my

life will be in grave danger.

Do something!

I am.

We have to get her outside to

the altar before they find us.

Aah!

Quickly!

Hurry!

She's not looking too good.

Quickly, put her in the chair.

She's completely out of it.

How are we gonna get her to drink that?

It's not for her.

It's for me.

Ugh, that's rancid.

Okay, we'll have one chance at this.

What are you going to do?

A life-force transfer.

My body is infused with a potent cure-all.

If I can soak her soul at the

life-force level, the fire

inside will go out.

She doesn't have much time.

What if this doesn't work?

Then we both die.

Are you all right?

She is clean.

Yeah, of course I'm clean.

What does that even mean?

Get away from him, witch.

Sally, she saved your life

with a life-force transfer.

It may not be science, but, man,

it's something.

Life-force transfer?

You mean part of her is in me?

Get it out.

Get it out right now, I j...

Mistress, are you out here?

Flee before Moorpark arrives

with his homunculi.

Thanks, Ann.

Where are you?

Wait, wait.

Hit me.

What?

It needs to look like you

forced me to do this.

Blacken my eye.

There's no way I'm doing that.

Hey, soul sister.

Aah!

Unh!

You're welcome.

I'm okay.

Go.

It's been fun.

Thanks, Ann.

She's over here.

Are you all right?

Where are they?

I'm fine, but they're gone.

Ow!

I just wanted one.

I need my strength.

I almost exploded today after

you almost killed me with science.

And who do you have to thank

for not turning into a fiery

mushroom cloud?

Come on. Let's hear it.

Fine. Ann saved me.

It doesn't make me feel any

better, how she did it.

Maybe everything we assumed

about her was wrong.

Maybe she's in real trouble.

Maybe you're right.

We should keep an eye on her to

make sure she's safe.

You know what they say... keep

your friends close but your enemies closer.

That was perfect.

It was.

Why the long face?

I do not know why you let them escape.

It would have been easier to...

Then we would never acquire

the Raven's Eye.

I gained their trust today.

My plan had to seem as if

everything happened by accident...

...like stepping on a twig...

Or infecting Sally.

You play a dangerous game, mistress.

Yes, Moorpark.

And I play to win.

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