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[Cheering]
This is all your fault. MY fault?
- Yes, Mum. - Ed!
[Tumnus] Don't worry.
It looks familiar. As if from a dream. Or a dream of a dream.
[Screaming, laughing]
The Chronicles of Narnia : The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe
I was too hard on him.
I know where your allegiance lies.
with High Treason against Her Imperial Majesty,
As if from a dream.
If Dad were here, it'd mean the war was over and we wouldn't have to.
Yes. Before you got boring.
[Screeching]
I think I believe you now.
[Toilet flushing]
- [Hoofbeats] - [Whinnying]
- He's waiting for us? - You're bloomin' joking!
If it's what you want, it's what you shall get.
He was rallying your enemies near the Shuddering Woods.
[Squealing]
- on the Stone Table... - [crowd murmuring]
Yeah? Well, you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones.
[Cracking]
No, Peter! Narnia needs you!
Me when my brother mentions one direction. My reaction...
Well, that was nicely handled.
Donate You bold it
Thank you, Lucy.
Uh... Yes, Your Majesty.
[Groans]
Behold. The great lion.
Thanks, sweetheart.
- [Susan] Come on, Lucy! - [Straining]
Run him through!
Are you all right, Philip?
- [Horn sounds] - That's the signal. Come on!
[Female voice] Beaver, is that you? I've been worried sick!
I'm sorry I'm like that.
[Aslan chuckles]
Yes!
Your Majesty.
help will come.
For Narnia! And for Aslan!
- would quite cover it. - No. It wouldn't.
How did you do that?
Further in.
An unfortunate family resemblance.
[Growling]
we will take Narnia
You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir.
Hurry!
Oh! Yes, please.
Yes, but you are in fact human.
You may think you're a king,
[Snorting]
[Heartbeats]
- Oh, you shake it. - Uh... Why?
[Peter] No.
Come on!
Our guest is hungry.
I met the Queen in the woods! She told me to come back here!
And Edmund...
And whoa. Whoa.
Bear them well and wisely.
Our brother's been captured by the White Witch.
...five, six, seven, eight,
Where are you going?
[Howling]
[Horn sounds]
Your little family are nowhere to be found.
It's all right, Mrs. Macready. I'm sure there's an explanation.
[Door slamming]
Lucy!
He turned you in for sweeties.
And Merry Christmas!
- [Whimpering] - [Snarling]
[Roaring]
Mac Electric Tattoo babua
Stop squirming! You're worse than Beaver on bath day.
[Helen] Come on!
[Chuckling]
[Lucy] But I wasn't imagining!
What were you doing, Edmund?
- We don't have a minute. - I'm just trying to be realistic.
If Mum knew what we were doing...
And I don't think you'll be needing those coats anymore.
Make him let me go! I didn't do anything wrong!
I would very much like to meet the rest of your family.
- [Growling] - [Snarling]