Summer Camp Island (2018–…): Season 4, Episode 7 - Jeremiah - full transcript
Oscar finds and cares for a magical root from Susie's yard.
♪ Magic is real here ♪
♪ Far away from home ♪
♪ Anything can happen ♪
♪ When witches make the rules ♪
♪ Monsters are cool ♪
♪ The moon is our friend ♪
♪ I wanna stay with you ♪
♪ On Summer Camp Island ♪
Oof!
Susie, my sweet, make sure
you're home by sundown.
We've got some exciting news
to tell you.
Okay, Mum! Just a little longer
on the heathers!
Of course, my dear.
Abba-cadaba!
Hmm. Hocus pocus?
Abba-cadaba?
Isn't that adorable?
She can't read the words,
so she's just making them up.
That's our little witch.
I don't have the heart
to tell her
that that one's
not a spell book.
Hocus cadabra?
Susie, that's enough magic
for tonight, dear.
Your father and I have
some wonderful news to tell you.
Get this, my sweet.
Soon you'll have
a new brother or sister
to play with
among the heathers.
We shall be a real family.
No more shall your father
and I wander the globe
on our adventures,
but rather live
forever henceforth...
Whoop!
Among the windswept moors
of England.
Oh, joy!
I do so love
to fly my broom
amongst the soft grey heathers
of the windswept moors
of England.
Blockus levti-tah-toe.
Bluckus levti-tay-toe?
Hmm.
- Hurry, Miss Dillard!
- Oh, mercy me!
Susie, I want you to meet
your new sister, Mildred.
Now go in and see you mother,
Susie.
She wishes... to...
Susie!
Huh?
Oh!
I knew I could do it, Papa!
Impossible.
Ha, ha.
You flatter me, Father.
But you know what they say...
Practice makes perfect.
Ah!
It's all right, Mildred.
I've been outside to play
lots of times.
Let me show you
the most exciting place
in all of England...
The Heathers.
Always keep at least one hand
on your broomstick, Mildred,
so it doesn't
get away from you.
That's an important rule.
Low-flying birds!
Don't be afraid of the birds,
Mildred.
They won't hurt you.
Here's a big rock.
Fly over the big rock,
Mildred.
Give it all you've got.
Mildred!
Muuuuum!
Uh-oh.
Rogue toddler.
Oh! Oh!
Ohhh.
Am I the only one
who's going to say this?
I'm the older sister,
and Mildred is already
outdoing me at flying.
Oh, Susie, most people have to
build up their magic,
but some people are born
with so much magic
inside of them
that it overflows
and they end up making things
they didn't even intend to,
like these frogs.
Everyone develops
at a different pace.
But what if
I'm not ready in time
for my Gibbous Rite Ceremony?
Oh, that's not until
your 15th birthday.
You'll be smashing.
And then you'll be the most
magical mage of the moors.
Orbus Ortis.
Orbus Ortis.
Orbus Ortis!
Orbus... aw, nuts.
I can't play.
I'm trying to learn a spell
to make the orb levitate.
Like this?
Done.
Can we go play now?
Boo-boo, you know
you're not supposed
to play outside anymore.
The townspeople are afraid
of your powers.
You know, if you would just try
to rein in your magic a bit,
I'm sure everyone
would calm down.
And you might be able to start
casting spells
without frogs in them.
I guess I can try,
but my magic works.
And besides, free frog.
It's a win-win.
Come out and play.
You're going to be
15 soon.
You'll be a full witch.
You won't have
any time for me.
Ahh-mm!
A crown of heather
for the heather queen.
Oh, Mildred, you know
my soft spot.
Come on, then,
you little scamp.
Isn't the heather lovely,
Mildred?
Susie, don't you ever wish
you could live in the big city?
Bristol or Norwich...
or London!
I suppose you'd have us being
little hot corn girls,
selling hot cobs of corn to
passers-by on the busy street.
Oh, yes, let's!
♪ Come and buy
my sweet hot corn ♪
♪ Nibble, nibble, nibble-oh!
Sweet hot corn-oh! ♪
I have no desire
to go to the city.
I want to take
my rightful place
as the most magical mage
of the moors.
Oh, why didn't you
say so?
Oh, I simply adore your magic,
Susie.
Shall we dance?
For I am a dashing
young lieutenant
who chanced upon your coven
in the graveyard.
Wouldn't it be wonderful?
Our whole lives spent
here on the moors?
Sounds predictable,
like living on
a desert island.
Ha-ha!
Mildred, stop.
You're scaring the horses!
They're fine. See?
This is not
reining it in.
- Susie!
- Susie!
- Mildred!
- Mildred!
- We're here!
- We're here!
We were worried about you.
You've got a date with
a wash basin, young lady.
It's a fair cop, Mum.
I'm tuckered out.
Sorry, Poppa Woppa.
We had to give Nancy
and Bold Pete
some extra oats and water.
And they had
a ballroom-dancing contest
with a rabbit
and a red squirrel.
Sounds like
some Mildred magic.
Oh!
Great-Great-Great-Grandma Agnes!
Whatever are you
doing here?
It's not my
every other birthday.
How nice to see you and all
your wonderful oldness.
Oh, our trunks are packed?
Are we going for a weekend
in Slough?
No, pip, you and Mildred
are going to stay with
Great-Great-Great-Grandma Agnes.
What?!
Come and sit down for a bit,
little pip, and we'll talk.
Mum and I are going away
for a while.
We're going to find something
that can help Mildred
learn how to channel
those powers.
Some adults are getting
a bit upset.
What adults?
Gimme some names, Mother!
Now, Susie,
put down your dukes.
I said put down
both of your dukes.
Look, people don't want
to wake up every morning
wondering what
it's going to rain today.
First it was feathers,
then it was straw,
and those things were okay,
but ironically,
I think the frogs might
have been the last straw.
The sages
of the Frozen North
are said to have a special oil
that can help Mildred
channel her overactive
magical glands.
But you swore your
exploring days were over.
Y-you have to be here or...
Or I can't do my Gibbous Rite.
Oh, honey,
we'll be back in time.
Now, promise us you won't
tell Mildred
we're going away
because of her.
That's our secret.
And as leader
of the household
and your sister's guardian,
you must keep it forever.
I promise.
- Bye!
- Goodbye!
- We love you!
- We love you!
- Don't be naughty to Granny!
- Be nice to Grandma!
- We'll be back soon!
- Bye!
Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.
We'll miss you!
Bye, Mom.
Bye, Poppa Woppa.
Goodbye.
See ya.
Miss you already.
All right,
enough with the tears.
I'm about to puke.
Yes, that's right.
This is the real me.
I can't stand kids.
Now, off to bed with you,
you little snots!
What the?!
No, no, no!
You snots
sleep in the barn.
Whoa!
Not that barn!
That's the good barn.
I'm hungry, Susie.
What've we got to eat?
You mean besides those cookies
from Mum you turned into a frog?
Yeah, besides those.
You know what?
Let's go find Mum and Dad.
I bet if we leave now,
we could still catch their boat.
- Yeah!
- We're young.
- Yeah!
- We're strong!
Yeah!
Aaaannd we can do this
with our thumbs!
Ugh!
Hey, Granny!
Yo, wake up!
Eh?
What's going on out here?
We hate this place,
and we're going to London!
Okay. And...?
And, uh, we'll write you
when we get there?
Fine. Whatever.
Um, excuse me, sir?
Oof!
Ma'am, could you tell me where
we could get tickets
to the Frozen North?
We're trying to find our parents
but we missed their boa...
Aaaahh!
Ow.
You okay, Susie?
Yeah, I...
What do we do now?
We can't go back
to Granny's.
Whatever we do,
we can't stay here.
This place could be...
dangerous?
I know what you girls need.
- Uh...
- Uh...
Hot corn!
Oh, uh, no.
No thanks.
W-We're not really hungry.
Not to eat, silly.
To sell!
Oh, well,
I don't think we...
Hot corn!
Get it while it's hot!
Mm.
♪ Far away from home ♪
♪ Anything can happen ♪
♪ When witches make the rules ♪
♪ Monsters are cool ♪
♪ The moon is our friend ♪
♪ I wanna stay with you ♪
♪ On Summer Camp Island ♪
Oof!
Susie, my sweet, make sure
you're home by sundown.
We've got some exciting news
to tell you.
Okay, Mum! Just a little longer
on the heathers!
Of course, my dear.
Abba-cadaba!
Hmm. Hocus pocus?
Abba-cadaba?
Isn't that adorable?
She can't read the words,
so she's just making them up.
That's our little witch.
I don't have the heart
to tell her
that that one's
not a spell book.
Hocus cadabra?
Susie, that's enough magic
for tonight, dear.
Your father and I have
some wonderful news to tell you.
Get this, my sweet.
Soon you'll have
a new brother or sister
to play with
among the heathers.
We shall be a real family.
No more shall your father
and I wander the globe
on our adventures,
but rather live
forever henceforth...
Whoop!
Among the windswept moors
of England.
Oh, joy!
I do so love
to fly my broom
amongst the soft grey heathers
of the windswept moors
of England.
Blockus levti-tah-toe.
Bluckus levti-tay-toe?
Hmm.
- Hurry, Miss Dillard!
- Oh, mercy me!
Susie, I want you to meet
your new sister, Mildred.
Now go in and see you mother,
Susie.
She wishes... to...
Susie!
Huh?
Oh!
I knew I could do it, Papa!
Impossible.
Ha, ha.
You flatter me, Father.
But you know what they say...
Practice makes perfect.
Ah!
It's all right, Mildred.
I've been outside to play
lots of times.
Let me show you
the most exciting place
in all of England...
The Heathers.
Always keep at least one hand
on your broomstick, Mildred,
so it doesn't
get away from you.
That's an important rule.
Low-flying birds!
Don't be afraid of the birds,
Mildred.
They won't hurt you.
Here's a big rock.
Fly over the big rock,
Mildred.
Give it all you've got.
Mildred!
Muuuuum!
Uh-oh.
Rogue toddler.
Oh! Oh!
Ohhh.
Am I the only one
who's going to say this?
I'm the older sister,
and Mildred is already
outdoing me at flying.
Oh, Susie, most people have to
build up their magic,
but some people are born
with so much magic
inside of them
that it overflows
and they end up making things
they didn't even intend to,
like these frogs.
Everyone develops
at a different pace.
But what if
I'm not ready in time
for my Gibbous Rite Ceremony?
Oh, that's not until
your 15th birthday.
You'll be smashing.
And then you'll be the most
magical mage of the moors.
Orbus Ortis.
Orbus Ortis.
Orbus Ortis!
Orbus... aw, nuts.
I can't play.
I'm trying to learn a spell
to make the orb levitate.
Like this?
Done.
Can we go play now?
Boo-boo, you know
you're not supposed
to play outside anymore.
The townspeople are afraid
of your powers.
You know, if you would just try
to rein in your magic a bit,
I'm sure everyone
would calm down.
And you might be able to start
casting spells
without frogs in them.
I guess I can try,
but my magic works.
And besides, free frog.
It's a win-win.
Come out and play.
You're going to be
15 soon.
You'll be a full witch.
You won't have
any time for me.
Ahh-mm!
A crown of heather
for the heather queen.
Oh, Mildred, you know
my soft spot.
Come on, then,
you little scamp.
Isn't the heather lovely,
Mildred?
Susie, don't you ever wish
you could live in the big city?
Bristol or Norwich...
or London!
I suppose you'd have us being
little hot corn girls,
selling hot cobs of corn to
passers-by on the busy street.
Oh, yes, let's!
♪ Come and buy
my sweet hot corn ♪
♪ Nibble, nibble, nibble-oh!
Sweet hot corn-oh! ♪
I have no desire
to go to the city.
I want to take
my rightful place
as the most magical mage
of the moors.
Oh, why didn't you
say so?
Oh, I simply adore your magic,
Susie.
Shall we dance?
For I am a dashing
young lieutenant
who chanced upon your coven
in the graveyard.
Wouldn't it be wonderful?
Our whole lives spent
here on the moors?
Sounds predictable,
like living on
a desert island.
Ha-ha!
Mildred, stop.
You're scaring the horses!
They're fine. See?
This is not
reining it in.
- Susie!
- Susie!
- Mildred!
- Mildred!
- We're here!
- We're here!
We were worried about you.
You've got a date with
a wash basin, young lady.
It's a fair cop, Mum.
I'm tuckered out.
Sorry, Poppa Woppa.
We had to give Nancy
and Bold Pete
some extra oats and water.
And they had
a ballroom-dancing contest
with a rabbit
and a red squirrel.
Sounds like
some Mildred magic.
Oh!
Great-Great-Great-Grandma Agnes!
Whatever are you
doing here?
It's not my
every other birthday.
How nice to see you and all
your wonderful oldness.
Oh, our trunks are packed?
Are we going for a weekend
in Slough?
No, pip, you and Mildred
are going to stay with
Great-Great-Great-Grandma Agnes.
What?!
Come and sit down for a bit,
little pip, and we'll talk.
Mum and I are going away
for a while.
We're going to find something
that can help Mildred
learn how to channel
those powers.
Some adults are getting
a bit upset.
What adults?
Gimme some names, Mother!
Now, Susie,
put down your dukes.
I said put down
both of your dukes.
Look, people don't want
to wake up every morning
wondering what
it's going to rain today.
First it was feathers,
then it was straw,
and those things were okay,
but ironically,
I think the frogs might
have been the last straw.
The sages
of the Frozen North
are said to have a special oil
that can help Mildred
channel her overactive
magical glands.
But you swore your
exploring days were over.
Y-you have to be here or...
Or I can't do my Gibbous Rite.
Oh, honey,
we'll be back in time.
Now, promise us you won't
tell Mildred
we're going away
because of her.
That's our secret.
And as leader
of the household
and your sister's guardian,
you must keep it forever.
I promise.
- Bye!
- Goodbye!
- We love you!
- We love you!
- Don't be naughty to Granny!
- Be nice to Grandma!
- We'll be back soon!
- Bye!
Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.
We'll miss you!
Bye, Mom.
Bye, Poppa Woppa.
Goodbye.
See ya.
Miss you already.
All right,
enough with the tears.
I'm about to puke.
Yes, that's right.
This is the real me.
I can't stand kids.
Now, off to bed with you,
you little snots!
What the?!
No, no, no!
You snots
sleep in the barn.
Whoa!
Not that barn!
That's the good barn.
I'm hungry, Susie.
What've we got to eat?
You mean besides those cookies
from Mum you turned into a frog?
Yeah, besides those.
You know what?
Let's go find Mum and Dad.
I bet if we leave now,
we could still catch their boat.
- Yeah!
- We're young.
- Yeah!
- We're strong!
Yeah!
Aaaannd we can do this
with our thumbs!
Ugh!
Hey, Granny!
Yo, wake up!
Eh?
What's going on out here?
We hate this place,
and we're going to London!
Okay. And...?
And, uh, we'll write you
when we get there?
Fine. Whatever.
Um, excuse me, sir?
Oof!
Ma'am, could you tell me where
we could get tickets
to the Frozen North?
We're trying to find our parents
but we missed their boa...
Aaaahh!
Ow.
You okay, Susie?
Yeah, I...
What do we do now?
We can't go back
to Granny's.
Whatever we do,
we can't stay here.
This place could be...
dangerous?
I know what you girls need.
- Uh...
- Uh...
Hot corn!
Oh, uh, no.
No thanks.
W-We're not really hungry.
Not to eat, silly.
To sell!
Oh, well,
I don't think we...
Hot corn!
Get it while it's hot!
Mm.