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Clips from Hocus Pocus

Short Films 1993 6 min 1,204 clips

Credits

Emily?
Come, little children
I'll take thee away
Of enchantment
- The time's come to say - Elijah! Elijah!
- Hast thou seen my sister Emily? - Nay.
Must've been an imp.
'Tis time!
Mix blood of owl with the herb that's red.
Dead man's toe Add a dead man's toe
Dead man's toe Dead man's t...
- Dead man, dead man - Dead man's toe, add a...
She needs to concentrate.
Sisters, gather 'round.
I got him. Come on. Come on.
- Winnie! - My potion!
Emily!
Hmm. Hmm.
Sisters, behold!
I am beautiful! Boys will love me!
Sisters, did you hear what he called you?
more lingering.
- We can do better than that, I think. - Yes.
Itch-it-a-cop-it-a, Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a.
Give him fur, black as black.
Ah! Fools! All of you!
Ohh! Ohhh! We shall be back!
Away!
And so the Sanderson Sisters...
on the ancient feast called All Hallows Eve.
You didn't.
Trick or treat.
- L. A? - Ohh!
- Dude! - Tubular.
- It's Ice. - Oh. - Ice.
This is Ice.
You got any cash...
Whoa!
Cool. Let me try 'em on.
- Later, dude! - See ya, Hollywood!
- Hey, Max! Hey, how was school? - It sucked!
Well, must be some form of protest.
Oh, Allison.
- Boo! - Dani!
Wanna bet?
Ding-ding. Ding-ding.
- Why, you little... - Hey!
Jerk.
Whoa!
Max Dennison.
- I always do it. - My parents made him.
Please?
Whoa!
I get the picture.
Oh. It's the black flame candle.
Well...
It's time to go. Come on, Allison.
Max, no!
Oh, sweet revenge!
I smell children.
- It's a little girl. - Mmm!
child.
Look at her. And she's so well fed, isn't she?
Sisters, we have been gone 300 years.
I haven't lost my touch, sisters. See?
Okay!
- It's all your fault! - You can talk.
- My book! - He's got the book! - The book!
- Come on! Come on! - This way!
My book!
Over here. I want to show you something.
so he couldn't tell her secrets even in death.
Witch hunters. Observe.
only works tonight, on All Hallows Eve.
- Pudding! - Aaah!
- How bad can it be? - Bad.
Ooh! Ouch!
- Book! - Huh?
- Come to Mommy! - 'Fraid not!
Thackery Binx, thou mangy feline!
Grab the book!
I don't like the way you said that.
Unfaithful lover long since dead,
deep asleep in thy wormy bed,
Get up! Get out of that ditch! Faster!
Relax. I've hunted mice down here for years.
Billy, listen to me.
This way!
- I've lost them! - Aaah! - Aah!
- Right! Let us fly! - Fly! - Wait!
Sisters. I have an idea.
- Rabid bats. - Yum!
children.