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Whoa.

Toby?

Stay with me.

Toby?

Yes, Father?

Time for bed, Toby.

God bless Father, Emily,

Frank,

and bless my mother in heaven with You.

Amen.

Amen.

Well...

- here you are. - Mother.

It's good to see you.

Toby, say hello to your grandmother.

Hello, Grandmother.

- Hello, Toby. - Mother, I...

appreciate this. I really had no choice.

My staff will be on holiday--

You do realize that this is my busiest social season.

As I was saying, if there had been anyone else--

You mean besides you.

I must be getting back on.

Remember you are a little gentleman.

Your grandmother will not tolerate any misbehavior.

Yes, Father.

Will I see you at Christmas?

That won't be possible.

No tears.

I'll see you in a few weeks.

All aboard!

No tears.

I do not permit running in the house.

Wet shoes are to be left in the foyer.

Jackets are to be hung up.

And meals are to be eaten in the kitchen.

Yes, ma'am.

- You have a nice house. - Let's keep it that way, shall we?

My bridge group is arriving any minute.

You may stay quietly upstairs until dinnertime.

- Mom? - Toby.

What are you doing up here?

I'm sorry, Grandmother. Should I have asked your permission?

Yes, you should have.

My goodness, I--

I haven't been up here in years.

What a filthy mess.

Oh, come along.

It's time for dinner.

- Grandmother? - Yes?

When I was in the attic, I saw lots of things:

toys...

and books and--

Are you asking permission to use them?

Perhaps if you wouldn't mind.

Help yourself.

However...

I do not want things from the attic lying around.

Your father used to leave his toys scattered all over the house,

used to drive me crazy.

That's why I turned it into a playroom.

Well actually, you father used to refer to it as "the magic attic."

My father?

Yes. He spent all his time up there

during the long winter days.

If I recall,

John had quite an imagination.

He would come down from that attic

loaded with stories about his fantastic adventures.

"The magic attic."

It was nonsense then and it's nonsense now.

Thank you, Mother.

It's perfect.

Look, Rabbit, it's beginning to snow.

I love to watch it fall, don't you?

- Good afternoon, Henry. - Good afternoon, Mrs. Morgan.

- The florist, please. - Certainly.

Master Toby.

Nice throw!

Ellen?

Ah, ladies.

- Come on, come on, get him out! - Yeah, come on!

Throw the ball! Throw the ball!

Come on!

Hey, kid, throw the ball!

- Come on, throw it! - Toss it here!

You're wasting our time! Throw it!

Come on!

Throw the ball!

- Throw! - Throw it!

What was that? You throw like a girl.

Go to the car.

If you'll be my friend, Rabbit...

I'll be yours.

Oof!

Whoa.

Huh?

Oh, hi there!

Hey, look at that.

You're alive! You talk?

Guess so.

But...

you're just...

- a stuffed-- - Hey!

--toy.

I am?

What's happening?

I was just wishing you were alive, then--

You imagined me to life?

Wow! You're pretty good.

Um, thanks.

Hey, what else can you imagine?

Hmm.

Ah!

That's great, Toby.

Oops, sorry.

Huh? Ahhh! Oof!

Are you okay?

Now try for something really big.

- Yeah? - Yeah!

Mmm.

Wow, Toby.

But when I said big, I meant...

big!

How did you know I could do that?

How did you know you couldn't?

Did you ever try before?

No, I guess not.

What shall we do now?

Hmm.

Ahh!

Ahhh!

Whoa!

Hey, Rabbit!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Wanna race to the pond?

What pond?

Come on!

Ahh!

Come on!

Hold on!

Toby!

What are you doing?

Toby, look at me when I speak to you.

What happened to your pants?

We've been playing in the pond.

Stories-- just like your father.

Now I want you to go and change into something respectable.

I'd like you to meet the ladies of my committee.

Where did that rabbit come from?

Over there.

Let me have it.

But I've never seen this before.

It's mine.

Hurry up to your room and get ready...

without the rabbit.

But, Grandmother!

Would you rather I put him back in the box?

Ladies,

I'd like you to meet my grandson Toby.

I'm so happy he can be with me over the holidays while John is in New York.

It's good to see you again, Toby.

Isn't he just precious?

Adorable little fellow.

- Are you excited about Christmas, Toby? - Well, of course he is.

All the children love the holidays. Isn't that right, dear?

And where is that great big Christmas tree

all full of lovely decorations?

Uh, well, we haven't had much time since he got here.

- But it's next on our list. - Wonderful.

Well, I've brought you an early Christmas gift.

You have?

It's not much but I think you'll enjoy it.

- Go on. - Thank you.

That's very thoughtful of you.

Come along, dear.

Now ladies, let's start our meeting.

Well, what is it?

It's a stickball.

You play stickball?

Not really. No one ever showed me how.

- Oops! - That's okay.

Maybe somebody here can teach us.

Maybe her. Go ahead, ask her.

- Huh? - Ooof!

Who are you?

- Where's my Ellie? - Uh, I'm Toby.

And I'm his rabbit-- see?

Hmm...

yes, your papers seem to be in order.

Welcome to the attic, Rabbit.

Now where's Ellie?

- Who? - She's a little girl with dark hair--

ah-- and a beautiful smile. Loves to laugh...

The only girl around here is my grandmother.

- Her name's Ellen. - Oh, ha. How silly of me.

I'd forgotten she's not a little girl anymore.

And by the way,

"Grandmother" is such a long name.

When Ellie was a child, she called her grandmother "Nana."

Oh, Ellie used to be so much fun.

Fun? My grandmother?

Well, she did what all children do: she grew up,

even had a little boy

who was always up here ruffling my feathers

with his cowboy games.

Now what was his name?

My memory's a little... dusty.

You were one of my grandmother's toys?

Did they have toys back then?

"Did they have toys back--"

I was her favorite toy.

And Horse belonged to--

oh, what was his name again?

Horse? Oh, Horse?

- Come out, come out, wherever you are! - Excuse me,

but do you know how to play stickball?

- Toby wants to learn-- - Stickball?

Oh, heavens no.

But Horse does.

Horse? Oh, Horse dear,

what was your boy's name?

Horse!

I know you're in there.

It's not polite to ignore someone.

Horse, really.

- Ooof! - Johnny!

I knew you'd come back!

Echh!

Hey, you're not Johnny.

Get our of our attic!

Johnny! That's it.

Her little boy's name was Johnny.

Of course he goes by John now.

John? That's my dad.

So you're Johnny's boy.

Why do I have a headache?

Swan,

are we going on an adventure or did you wake me up for nothing?

How wonderful! An adventure.

No cowboys, though.

What do you mean, no cowboys?

Let the kid decide.

Pony Express rides again! Saddle up, partner.

Yahoo-doo!

- How do you take your tea, Toby? - Tea?

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Well, I was kinda hoping you could show me how to play stickball.

Cowboys don't play stickball.

Neither do proper young gentlemen.

1 lump or 2, dear?

I think we should do what Toby wants to do.

Fine fine, as long as it's not stickball.

Is there something else you'd like to play?

We're wasting time! Of course he wants to play cowboys.

There you go again, Horse: flying off the handle.

Did you say fly?

Oh, be careful, Toby.

He'll be okay, Swan.

Come on, Toby. You can do it.

I don't know about this.

1, 2...

3!

- He flew! - Oh, that's not flying!

What did I do wrong?

Swan's a bird; maybe she knows.

- Swan? - Absolutely not.

I stopped giving lessons long ago.

Now come down from there immediately.

Do you think you can fly?

- Well... - You have to believe it.

Everything that is real was imagined first.

Don't be afraid, Toby.

Just throw your heart into it,

and the rest of you will follow.

Toby!

Ha ha ha!

- Ha ha! - Oh, dear.

I wish he hadn't wanted to fly.

Hey yeah, you should fly up and check up on him.

Ooh, that's right-- you haven't flown since

Ellie hurt her foot jumping off that trunk.

Oh, you're one to talk.

You've been about as much fun as a rock since Johnny stopped coming.

And you never used to have runners when Johnny brought you to life.

Leave Johnny out of this.

I don't need advice from a swan.

- Duck! - Really?

- I thought you was a swan. - No, I mean duck!

- Oh! Ahh! - Oooh!

- Are you okay, Duck? - Mmm!

Ahhhh!

Uh-uh.

you have runners and you didn't even use them,

you old boat anchor.

Toby, you are testing my patience.

Hurry up!

Coming!

Driving up all these winding mountain roads!

Ah! My word!

Ahh!

Oh, Henry, stop these creatures before they take my eye out!

Mrs. Morgan, are you quite sure you want to go through with this?

I told those ladies I was getting Toby a tree,

and that is what I intend to do.

Toby, go find a tree.

I'll direct you from here.

Bigger! Find one that's fuller.

Shorter needles!

Hey, son,

over here.

You need some help?

The name's Neal. I own this lot.

- Come on. - Toby!

I'm going to look over here, Grandmother.

Well, be quick about it! I'm freezing.

Now I can't remember exactly where,

but my best tree in the whole lot is somewhere around here.

- Maybe it's this one. - You know what?

I believe you're right.

I've never picked a tree before.

I've seen a lot of men try and choose the right tree.

It's not an easy job,

especially when they're attempting to please a picky woman.

Toby!

I know what you mean.

Toby!

Go and pay the man, Henry. And bring my grandson here.

That's fine.

Thanks a lot. I couldn't have done it without you.

Thanks, Neal.

Master Toby,

your grandmother wants you to return to the car immediately.

- I'll see you later, son. - Yeah.

Run along. Off you go.

Now...

if we can agree on a price, I'll tell you where to deliver it.

Hurry up.

And close the door.

The attraction of having a tree in the house eludes me--

needles all over the rug and the mess it makes.

It'll be a nice Christmas tree.

It'll be a fire hazard.

Neal said it was the best tree on the lot.

Neal said?

And how does this person Neal know what I want?

We could go back and look some more.

You could help me. Neal wouldn't mind.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Now come along, take that coat off before you overheat.

I'm going to make some tea.

Rabbit?

Rabbit!

Rabbit!

No! No no no no! Rabbit!

- What on earth's the matter? - My rabbit, he's lost!

I took him out there to the tree lot!

Rabbit!

- Rabbit! - Toby, come back here at once!

Oh, no!

Grandmother, you've got to let me go back to the tree lot!

My rabbit might be there!

Toby! Toby, get back here this instant.

You've got to take me back! Please, Henry!

Henry! Bring him in, Henry!

- I'm sorry, Master Toby. - No no no no, please, Henry!

No! You can't do this to me!

No!

Please please please please!

Tantrums are not the way to get what you want, young man.

- Let me go find my rabbit! - Take him to his room, Henry.

There's a lock-- use it.

- We won't be having him running off-- - Why are you doing this?

- Let me find my rabbit! - And you, young man,

you are going to stay here until you are ready to act

- like a proper young man. - Just let me go find my rabbit!

Help me find my rabbit! Help me, Henry!

You can help me!

Please please please.

Why don't you let me do that, Mrs. Morgan?

No, you go back to that tree lot

and see if you can find that ridiculous little rabbit.

And while you're in town,

telegraph John.

Tell him to get back here immediately.

I will not put up with an uncontrollable child.

Toby?

Toby?

I couldn't find it anywhere.

Did you wire John?

Yes, ma'am.

All this commotion over a toy.

Ah, the tree. Bring it in.

Toby lost his rabbit in the lot.

- I'll keep my eyes open for it. - Neal?

Careful now.

Mrs. Morgan won't appreciate needles and dirt over her fine floor.

The boy-- really good kid.

Would you like me to cut the twine, madam?

No, I'll do it. Give it here.

Ahem.

If you don't mind my saying so,

it would be a real shame to see Master Toby go.

Your tree has arrived.

Rabbit?

Rabbit, oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to leave you!

I'll never leave you behind ever again!

I know what it feels like to be left behind.

You're my best friend.

Does he have to go back to the attic?

Can he stay with me for tonight, please?

Thank you, Grandmother. Thank you so much.

Well...

And then they went over the hill like this...

Ah! Er! Oof!

That was hopping.

Those were real rabbits, son.

Real? But we're real, aren't we?

Ha!

We're just toys--

a shadow of reality

that's been created in a child's mind.

As soon as Toby forgets about us,

it's back to some dusty box in a forgotten attic.

Toby won't forget about me.

Cherish your time with Toby.

He'll grow up before you even know it.

So I can never be real like those other rabbits?

Well, there is one way:

You're Toby's toy.

If he grows to love you enough, you'll become real. Real--

Oh, not that silly fable again.

The legend of toys is not silly.

It doesn't happen to everyone,

but it can happen.

Toby's love can make you real.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Oh! What?

We need to talk.

Don't tell him that. He won't want Toby to leave.

Maybe he should stay.

The kid has had enough of the real world for a lifetime.

And besides, if he stays here he'll never leave.

And we can be alive forever.

That's not how it works!

Our job is to help children deal with the real world,

not run away from it.

But Swan, if we can just get him to love us enough...

I came so close with Johnny.

And now where is he?

We've spent too much time

trying to become real with our children. And now--

They don't even think about us anymore.

Quit feeling sorry for yourself.

This is about Toby, not us.

- But-- - 1, 2, 3!

Oof!

Aw! I love Toby being here just as much as anyone,

but we have to make Rabbit understand.

I was just sorting the decorations.

I-- I thought we might trim the tree.

Maybe you'd like to help?

I don't know how.

Well, I guess we can both learn together.

It's been some time for me too.

But if my memory serves me correctly,

it's not all that hard.

What sort of decorations do you have at home?

We don't have any.

Well, what do you put on your Christmas tree?

We don't put up a tree anymore.

Father hasn't been home for Christmas since Mother died.

Your mother gave me that.

She loved the holidays.

Well...

I think have absolutely chosen

the best tree in the entire lot.

Thanks...

Nana.

"Nana"?

"Grandmother" is such a long name.

Don't you think?

Ye-- I guess it is quite long.

Isn't it?

"Nana."

It is beautiful.

But it seems to me we--

we are missing something.

I know!

I wonder where on earth it can be.

What are you looking for?

My angel.

I haven't put a tree up in several years and I--

I just don't know what happened to my angel.

We could go buy one.

No, we can't. Well, at least not today.

I just gave Henry the day off.

The car is here. You can drive us.

Impossible. I don't know how to operate a car.

That's Henry's job.

It doesn't look that hard to me.

No, I couldn't possibly.

Could I?

I think you could.

Then run and get ready before I change my mind.

Er...

well, I don't know where to start.

I think you need to turn it on.

Oh, yeah. That's as good a place as any.

Oh, my, what do I think I'm doing?

You can do it, Nana. I know you can.

Well, this isn't so hard.

See? I told you you could do it.

Rabbit was right. You really aren't all that crabby.

Oh, well.

I guess I'm going to have to thank Rabbit for that wonderful compliment.

You can thank him right now.

Er, why thank you, Rabbit.

Santa Claus.

Is there something you'd like to ask of Santa?

Oh yes, I know what I want.

What might that be? A friend for Rabbit?

A game?

I want Father home for Christmas.

Oh, well...

that might be a little difficult request, Toby.

You see, Santa specializes in...

well, book and toys and puzzles

and, well, things that fit easily into his bag.

But I guess it couldn't hurt to ask, could it?

What's that you're look at, dear?

Real rabbits. See?

Aren't they beautiful?

Ahh...

- Ahem. - Yeah.

Toby is spending an awful lot of time with us here.

Yeah, isn't it great?

He can't live here forever.

- That's not-- - That's not how things work.

But Toby brings us to life.

If he leaves, I'll never be--

Real? None of us is--

None of us is real!

Tell him, Duck.

None of us are real.

- It's our-- - It's our responsibility to--

It's our responsibility

to help him grow.

But the legend! I thought--

Hey, Rabbit!

Watch this.

Worming!

I wish you never had to leave.

Toby?

Yes, Grandmother?

You're filthy, young man.

Come on, tell your friends good night. It's time to get cleaned up.

Good night, Swan.

Good night, Horse.

Wait a minute.

What have you got in your hand?

You don't want to know.

Toby,

there should be no secrets between us.

But Grandmother, really, it's nothing that you'd want.

Well, let me look.

I'm going to get cleaned up right now!

Ahh!

Well, see that you do!

And tomorrow morning, you and I are going to clean up this attic.

I'm going to hold on to the saddle

until you're ready for me to let go again.

I didn't know you could do this, Nana.

Oh, I wasn't aware of many things I could do until recently.

keep pedaling.

Okay.

Here we go! Pedal!

Pedal!

Oh, you're doing great. Keep pedaling.

Look, Nana, I'm doing it! I'm doing it!

Yow!

Father!

You came! You really came back just like I asked!

I came back because I thought something was wrong.

But you're here. You can stay for Christmas.

Toby, go inside, please. I'll be there in a moment.

Now Mother, maybe you'd like to explain to me

why I left work to hurry here

under the guise of an emergency to find the 2 of you playing around.

There is an emergency here, John.

It's Toby. He wants to be with his father for Christmas.

That's what this is all about?

Christmas?

No, it's about your son.

He needs you. He needs to spend some time with you.

I spent very little time with my father.

Mmm. And what I wouldn't give to relive those years with you.

Now I have to go and explain to Toby

why I can't stay. I'll leave first thing in the morning.

Don't you think it's a little late for all of this?

It's never too late.

Rabbit, guess what?

- Guess what? - What, Toby?

My father's come to be with me for Christmas!

- Johnny! - Yeah.

Johnny's come back to see me!

- To see you? - Yeah, to see me.

- I'm his toy. - Horse! That's enough.

I'm sure he's come to see you, dear.

I've known him longer.

Have you ever played sheriff with him? I have.

How about pirates?

Did you ever pretend you were buccaneers on the open sea,

- looking for hidden treasure? - No.

That's because he likes playing with me!

- Horse! - Who taught him how to play stickball?

Me! Who was there when he got sick? Me!

Who comforted him when his father died? Me.

Me! Me! Me!

Me.

Toby, wait.

I didn't mean to--

Toby?

Toby? I'm sorry.

I just-- Toby?

- Are you listening to me? - Toby?

Toby, I need to talk to you, young man.

You think you're so important, Horse.

Well, you're not, you know.

I don't want to play with you anyway.

Toby?

Toby?

Johnny!

Oh, look at you!

All grown up! Are you a cowboy like you always wanted to be?

Johnny?

Come on, Johnny, it's me.

What's wrong?

Where are you going?

No!

Don't leave me again!

Take me to the train station. I will not be staying after all.

But sir, the next train doesn't leave for several hours.

I'm well aware of that.

Very well, sir.

Horse didn't mean to hurt you.

Sometimes he just gets carried--

Toby, please, I didn't mean to--

Horse?

Johnny doesn't love me anymore.

Neither does Toby.

No child ever will.

Without love, what's the point?

I'm just wood and cloth.

Goodbye, Swan.

Horse, no!

Oh! Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Toby? Where is he?

Where is the boy? Oh, no, this is terrible.

This is terrible! Toby!

Toby!

Look, Toby, I'm hopping.

I'm sure Horse didn't mean what he said.

Your dad loves you.

Huh?

Huh?

Mother?

Is it really you?

My dear Toby.

Look how much you've grown.

You're very handsome.

Oof!

I miss you so much.

I miss you too, dear.

But I'm always with you.

- You are? - Yes.

Right here.

Love is what makes us real, Toby.

I wish you could stay here with me...

forever.

So do I.

But there is someone who needs you much more right now.

I know-- Rabbit.

No, your father.

Be well, my dear one.

Mother? No!

Don't leave me!

Don't leave me.

Ahh!

No, don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

Toby!

Oh, Toby!

He's burning up.

He's sick.

We've got to get him back to Ellie.

Ah! Ellie!

Ellie, Toby needs your help!

Toby?

Toby?

Toby.

Wake up, sleepyhead. It's nowhere near your bedtime yet.

Toby, wake up.

Mother?

No, it's Grand-- it's Nana.

Oh, you're burning up, child.

I've got to get you downstairs now.

You need to wake up now.

Nana, my throat's on fire.

Oh!

It will be-- it'll be okay, Rabbit.

Can you get in touch with John?

Yes, right away.

In the meantime,

remember what I told you to look for.

- The rash. - Yes.

Oh, no. Something's wrong.

Toby shouldn't still be here.

Toby?

I don't feel well.

Just imagine yourself better.

Oh. Mmm.

Hey, it worked!

No, Rabbit. This isn't right.

But he's feeling so much better.

Whoa-- oof!

There's a big difference between imagining he's well

and actually being well.

Ignoring this won't make it go away.

Toby's happy here.

I don't want him to leave.

Besides, Toby's the only one

who can make me a real rabbit.

Is becoming real more important to you

than Toby's life?

You have to make him go back.

But--

But what if he forgets about me

like Johnny and Ellie forgot about--

I mean...

If you love him,

that's a chance you have to take.

Come on!

What should we play?

Um, Toby,

I don't think we should play right now.

You're very sick.

Sick? If I was sick,

could I do this?

No, Toby! Not right now.

You need to listen!

Toby, you need to be in the real world.

Maybe you should stop pretending now.

Stop pretending?

No, I don't want to be in the real world anymore.

As long as you're here, I'll never leave.

I love you, Rabbit.

Oh, no.

You must get John and bring him back as quickly as possible.

I'll get there as fast as I can.

Make sure he understands how serious this is.

He'd never forgive himself if anything...

happened to Toby.

Mrs. Morgan, the boy will be fine.

And I will bring John home promptly.

Henry.

I'm afraid I'm here on urgent business, sir.

Look, I don't know what kind

of manipulative game she's playing, but--

Not a game.

Dr. Kennedy told me to bring you home,

and I came as fast as I could to tell you.

- Tell me what? - It's Toby.

He's contracted scarlet fever.

He's so hot.

Marcus, you have to do something.

Well, I'm sorry, John.

Unfortunately, we just have to wait it out.

I'll come back as soon as I can.

You get some rest.

Marcus is right--

get some rest.

Call me if you need anything.

Yes.

Ooh!

Rabbit?

Swan? Horse?

Horse?

Horse!

He's still so very hot.

It's Nana, Toby.

You want to explain to me

how you happen to be called "Nana"?

"Grandmother" is such a long name, don't you think?

Why don't you just say what you must be thinking?

- I honestly don't know what-- - I've failed him.

We both know it.

He never asks

for anything.

He never asked

for his mother's eyes...

or her smile.

I-- I can't go through that again.

I thought if I could--

if I kept him far enough away--

if I just kept working,

that I wouldn't feel anything.

But...

I've learned something in these past few days with Toby:

loving him is worth the risk.

Oh, John, you and I were never risk-takers.

Until...

Sarah.

I mean, everything about Sarah was so--

so vibrant, so loving.

So real.

When-- oh!

When--

when she left us,

I think we both did what-- what we'd always done:

hiding behind a proper appearance.

Well, Toby has helped me come out of hiding, John.

I could never make it up to him.

All he needs is you.

Just keep telling him you're here.

It's all he wanted for Christmas.

Toby, I'm here.

I've come home for Christmas.

Ah... huh?

Ooh! Oh!

Good thing I'm here! That fire might have reached the tree.

Oh!

Swan! What's happening?

He's leaving the real world!

Toby, wake up, please!

Horse! But I thought you were--

No time, Swan! Toby needs me!

Ahh! Oooh!

Oh!

Ah!

- Swaaaaa... - ...aaaaan!

Oh, ch--

Ahh! Oooohhhhh!

Oh!

Whooooaa! Ahh!

Toby! Ahh.

Toby?

I'm so sorry.

We're too late.

No, it's not too late.

It's never too late!

Ooh!

Oof!

Rabbit!

Swan's hurt! It's up to you!

Ahh!

Careful!

Rabbit, not like that! You may throw him into the fire!

Mmm!

Rabbit?

Rabbit? I love you, Rabbit.

I love you too, Toby.

Oh, no.

Ahhhh!

Hello, son.

You're back.

Is it Christmas?

No.

Not yet.

I'm going back to sleep now, Father.

All right.

Well, young man,

you certainly have made my holiday happier.

He's all right, then?

It's like he's getting better with every hour that goes by.

Now that Toby's on the mend,

you'll need to get rid of the sheets, blankets, quilt--

everything Toby's used during his illness.

They're covered with the scarlet fever germs and could reinfect--

Oh!

Those things can be replaced.

Not everything? Not his little rabbit?

Oh, yes. I'm afraid that has to go too.

Oh!

We'll have to burn everything that's been contaminated,

and as soon as possible.

Ooh!

Toby? You're okay!

Where's Rabbit?

Uh, mmm...

No, Rabbit, no!

Toby!

Get back in the house!

- Get back in the house. - Leap out, Rabbit. Hurry!

Rabbit, please, you've got to get out of there!

Wake up and get out! Please, Rabbit!

Rabbit, I need you!

I love you, do you hear me? I love you with all my heart!

I'm so sorry, Toby.

I-- I never meant to hurt you.

Father, you're crying.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

A greater love hath no toy,

that he laid down his life for his child.

I love you, son...

with all my heart.

I love you too, Dad.

One name above all

will shout the cry of bravery:

Rabbit.

He was a kind toy,

a loving toy,

a stuffed toy.

A velveteen rabbit with the heart of a velveteen lion.

- Horse! - Yes!

A horse! He was worthy to be called a horse.

- Look! - Huh?

You were right, Rabbit: love does make us real.

- What did you say? - Love makes us real.

He's alive!

- But-- - Don't you see, Horse?

We had it wrong.

It's not love,

it's loving that makes us real.

The legend is true.

The magic attic.

Arigon

Toby got your gift, Sarah.

Somehow after all these years, he found it.

We both found it.

It was up in the attic.

Come on then! Let's play.

Found a pitcher's glove, see?

Now put your hands here and here.

That's it, yeah.

Not like that.

So your stance-- feet apart. Back up.

All right, Henry.

I hit it. I hit it!

Yeah, I hit it! I can't believe it.

Okay, go!