Coraline Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Coraline Script

We're here!
Time to muscle up.

Hello?

Who's there?

You scared me to death,

you mangy thing.

I'm just looking for

an old well. Know it?

Not talking, huh?

Magic dowser,
magic dowser...

Show me the well!

Get away from me!

Ooh.
Let me guess.
You're from Texas or Utah,

someplace dried-out
and barren, right?

I heard about water witching

before, but it doesn't make sense.

I mean, it's just

an ordinary branch.

It's a dowsing rod.

Ow!

And I don't like

being stalked,

not by psycho nerds

or their cats!

He's not really my cat.

He's kind of feral.

You know, wild.

Of course,
I do feed him every night,

and sometimes
he'll come to my window

and bring me
little dead things.

Look, I'm from Pontiac.

Huh?

Michigan.

And if I'm a water witch,

then where's the secret well?

You stomp too hard

and you'll fall in it.

Oh!

See?

It's supposed to be so deep, if you

fell to the bottom and looked up,

you'd see a sky full of stars

in the middle of the day.

Ha.

Surprised she
let you move in.

My gramma, she owns

the Pink Palace.

Won't rent to
people with kids.

What do you mean?

I'm not supposed

to talk about it.

I'm Wybie.
Wybie Lovat.

Wybie?

Short for Wyborne.

Not my idea,
of course.

What'd you
get saddled with?
I wasn't saddled with
anything. It's Coraline.

Caroline what?

Coraline.
Coraline Jones.

It's not
real scientific,

but I heard an ordinary

name like Caroline

can lead people to have ordinary

expectations about a person.

Wyborne!

I think I heard
someone calling you, Wyborne.

What?
I didn't hear anything.

I definitely heard someone,

Why-Were-You-Born.

Wyborne!

Grandma!

Well, great to meet

a Michigan water witch,

but I'd wear

gloves next time.

Why?
'Cause that
dowsing rod of yours,

it's poison oak.

I almost fell down

a well yesterday, Mom.

Uh-huh.

I would've died.

That's nice.

Hmm.

So, can I go out?

I think it's perfect

weather for gardening.

No, Coraline.
Rain makes mud.

Mud makes a mess.

But, Mom,
I want stuff growing...

...when my friends
come to visit.

Isn't that why

we moved here?

Something like that.

But then
we had the accident.

It wasn't my fault
you hit that truck.
I never said it was.

I can't believe it.

You and Dad get paid to write

about plants, and you hate dirt.

Coraline, I don't have time

for you right now,

and you still

have unpacking to do.

Lots of unpacking.

That sounds exciting!

Oh. Some kid left this

on the front porch.

Hey, Jonesy.

Look what I found

in Gramma's trunk.

Look familiar? Wybie.

Huh.

A little me? That's weird.

What's his name,

anyway?

Wybie. And I'm way

too old for dolls.

Hey, Dad.
How's the writing going?

Dad!
Hello, Coraline
and Coraline doll.

Do you know where

the garden tools are?

It's... It's pouring

out there, isn't it?

It's just raining.

What'd the boss say?

"Don't even think about

going out, Coraline Jones!"

Then you won't

need the tools.

You know, this house

is 150 years old.

So?

So explore it.

Go out and count all the doors and

windows and write that down on...

List everything
that's blue.

Just let me work.

Ew!

No. No, no, no. No.

One boring blue boy in a

painfully boring painting.

Four incredibly
boring windows...

...and no more doors.

All right, little me.

Where are you hiding?

Huh?

Hey, Mom.
Where does this door go?

I'm really, really busy.

I think it's locked.

Please!

Will you stop pestering me

if I do this for you?

Fine.

Bricks?
I don't get it.

They must've closed this off

when they divided up the house.

You're kidding.

And why is the door so small?

We made a deal!
Zip it!

You didn't lock it.

Oh, my twitchy-witchy girl

I think you are so nice

I give you bowls of porridge.
And I give you
bowls of ice cream.

Why don't you

ever cook, Mom?

Coraline, we've been

through this before.

Your dad cooks, I clean,

and you stay out of the way.

I swear I'll go food shopping

soon as we finish the catalog.

Try some of the chard.

You need a vegetable.

It looks more
like slime to me.

Well, it's slime

or bedtime, fusspot.

Now what's it gonna be?

Think they're
trying to poison me?

Don't forget about me, guys.

Okay?

Good night, little me.

Whoa!

Huh?

Mmm. Something smells good.

Mom? What are you doing here

in the middle of the night?
You're just in time
for supper, dear.

You're not my mother.

My mother doesn't have...

Buttons? Do you like them?

I'm your other mother, silly.

Now go tell your other father

that supper's ready.

Well, go on.
He's in his study.

Hello?

Hello, Coraline.

Wanna hear my new song?

My father
can't play piano.

No need to.

This piano plays me.

Making up
a song about Coraline.

She's a peach, she's a doll

She's a pal of mine.

She's as cute as a button

in the eyes of everyone.

Who ever laid

their eyes on Coraline.
When she comes
around exploring.

Mom and I will never,

ever make it boring.

Our eyes will be on Coraline.

I'm sorry, but she said to

tell you the food's ready.

Mmm.

Who's starving?
Raise your hand.

Whoa!

We give our thanks

and ask to bless

our mother's
golden chicken breast.

Mmm!

This chicken is good.

Hungry, aren't you?

Do you have any gravy?

Well, here comes

the gravy train.

Choo, choo!

Huh.

Another roll? Sweet peas?

Corn on the cob?
I'm real thirsty.

Of course.
Any requests?

Mango milkshake?

Home?

We've been waiting

for you, Coraline.

For me?
Yep.

Wasn't the same here

without you, kiddo.

I didn't know I
had another mother.

Of course you do.

Everyone does.

Really?
Uh-huh.

And soon as you're through

eating, I thought we'd play a game.

You mean like hide-and-seek?

Perfect.
Hide-and-seek in the rain.

What rain?

What about the mud?

We love mud here.

Mud facials,
mud baths, mud pies.

It's great
for poison oak.

How'd you know I...

I... I'd love to play, but I

better get home to my other mother.

But I'm your other mother.

I mean my other,
other mother.

Mom number one?

I think I should
get to bed.

Of course, sweetheart.
It's all made up.

But...
Come along, sleepyhead.

Wow.

Hello, Coraline.

Hello, hello,
hello, hello.

What's shaking, baby?

Hello.

Hey.
How's it going, Loper?

Where's your
swampers and chook?
Cripes almighty!
How are my best trolls?

I can't wait till summer.

You're both coming, right?

We're already here,

Coraline.

Gone to Oregon.

Oh.

The mud.

See you soon.

See you soon.

It's gone.
My poison oak! It's gone!

Huh.

It was incredibly real, Mom.

Only you weren't

really you.

You were
my other mother.

Buttons for
eyes, huh?

Coraline, you only dreamed

you ate all that chicken.

Take your
multivitamin at least.
You were in
the dream, too, Dad.

You had wild-looking pajamas

and orange monkey slippers.

Orange?
My monkey slippers are blue.

Psst.

Can you get me some of that

magic mud you were talking about?

Because I have a terrible

case of writer's rash on my...

If the real Charlie Jones

wants his pages edited,

he better wrap them up ASAP.

Coraline, why don't

you go visit downstairs?

I bet those actresses would

love to hear your dream.

Miss Spink and Forcible?

But you said

they're dingbats.

Mmm-hmm.

Bobinsky. Bobinsky. Bobinsky.

Hello?

I think our mail

got mixed up.

Should I leave
it outside, or...

Hmm.

Secret!

Famous jumping
mouse circus not ready,

little girl.

Circus?

Oh, uh...

I brought this for you.

Huh?

New cheese samples.

Very clever using this mix-up to

sneak my home and peek at mooshkas?

Mooshkas?

The mice!

Oh!

Sorry. I'm Coraline Jones.

And I am
the Amazing Bobinsky.

But you call me Mr. B

because amazing I
already know that I am.

Ha!
You see, Caroline,
the problem is...

My new songs go
oompah, oompah,

but the jumping mice play

only toodle-toot, like that.

Is nice but not

so much amazing.

So now, I switch to stronger

cheese and soon, watch out!

Here, have beet.

Make you strong.

Do svidaniya, Caroline.

Coraline.

Oompah, oompah.
Toodle-toot.

Hey, Caroline!

Wait!

No!

The mice asked me

to give you message.

The jumping mice?

They are saying do not

go through little door.

Do you know such a thing?

The one behind the wallpaper?

But it's all bricked up.

Bah.

So sorry. Is nothing.

Sometimes the mice

are little mixed-up.

They even get your

name wrong, you know?

They call you Coraline

instead of Caroline.

Not Caroline at all.

Maybe I work them too hard.

Cease your
infernal yapping.

How nice to see you,

Caroline.

Would you like

to come in?

We're playing cards.

Still Coraline,
Miss Spink.

Miriam!
Put the kettle on!

April, I think
you're being followed.

It's the new neighbor,

Miriam. Caroline.
She'll be having
the oolong tea.

No! Oh, no, no.

I'm sure she'd

prefer jasmine.

No, oolong.

Ah. Jasmine it is, then.

Come on, boys.

Are those dogs real?

Our sweet departed angels.

Couldn't bear to part with

them, so we had them stuffed.

Now, there's
Hamish the third...

Go on. Have one.

It's hand-pulled
taffy from Brighton.

Best in the world.

SPINK... the third,

the ninth, yes.

The fourth, I'm right.

And Jock Jr. Jock Sr.

Jock the third, the fourth,

and that's Jock's second

cousin thrice removed.
I'll read them
if you like.

Read what?

Your tea leaves, dear.

They'll tell me your future.

Drink up then. Go on.

No, not all of it.

Not all of it.

That's right.
Now hand it over.

Oh!

Oh, Caroline.

Caroline, Caroline, Caroline.

You are in
terrible danger.

Oh, give me
that cup, April.

Your eyes are going.

My eyes?
You're blind as a bat.

Well, not to worry, child.

It's good news.

There's a tall, handsome

beast in your future.
A what?

Miriam, really.

You're holding it wrong.

See? Danger.

What do you see?

I see
a very peculiar hand.

I see a giraffe.

Giraffes don't just

fall from the sky, Miriam.

Oh, Lord.

Well, what should I do?

Never wear green in

your dressing room.

Acquire a very
tall stepladder.

And be very, very careful.

Now, was there something

you came to tell us?

No. I guess not.

Thanks for the tea, though.

Toodle-oo.

Cheery-bye.

Do you have any

nice queens for Mummy?
Danger?

Great! The village stalker.

Ow!

I wasn't stalking you.

We're hunting banana slugs.

What do you mean "we?"

Ha! Your cat's not wild.

He's a wuss puss.

What? He hates to
get his feet wet. Jeez.

Wuss puss.

So, that doll.

Did you make it

look like me?

Oh, no. I found it that way.

It's older than Grandma.

Old as this house,

probably.

Come on. Blue hair,

my swampers and raincoat?

Dang! Check out Slugzilla.

You're just like them.

Huh?
I meant my parents.

They don't
listen to me either.

Uh-huh. You mind?

Hmm.

Ew!

You know, I've never been

inside the Pink Palace.

You're kidding.

Grandma'd kill me.

Thinks it's dangerous

or something.

Dangerous?

Well, she had

a twin sister.

So?

When they were kids,

Grandma's sister disappeared.

She says
she was stolen.

Stolen?

Well, what do you think?

I don't know.
Maybe she just ran away.
Wyborne!

Look, I gotta go.

Wait a minute.

Welcome back, darling.

Hi.

So thoughtful of you to send

this nice cheddar, Coraline.

Cheddar? Oh!
The mice bait.

Would you go
fetch your father?

I bet he's hungry

as a pumpkin by now.

You mean my other father.

Your better father, dear.

He's out in the garden.

But my parents don't

have time to garden.

Mmm!

Go on.

Hey.

I love your garden!

Our garden, Coraline.

Stop tickling me!

Daughter in distress.

Tickle no more,
you dragon snappers.

Well, she says it's time

for dinner, breakfast, food.

Hop on, kiddo.

I wanna show you something.

I can't believe
you did this.

Mother said you'd like it.

Boy, she knows you

like the back of her hand.

Mmm. So good.

I love
dinner-breakfast-food.

Coraline, Mr. Bobinsky has invited you...

...to come see the jumping

mice perform after dinner.

Really?
That know-it-all Wybie...

...said it was all

in Mr. B's head.

I knew he was wrong.

Well, everything's
right in this world, kiddo.
Your father and
I will clean up.

while you and your

friend head upstairs.

My friend?

Great. Another Wybie.

Hello,
Why-Were-You-Born.

Hello!

I thought you'd like him more if he

spoke a little less. So I fixed him.

So he can't talk at all?

Nope.
Hmm.

I like it.

Now, run along,

you two, and have fun.

You're awful cheerful considering

you can't say anything.

It didn't hurt,
did it, when she...

Whoa!

Cool!

Look at you!

Lady and gentleman, for to

tickle your eyes and ears...
...and making hearts to thump,

I, Sergei Alexander Bobinsky,

am introducing
my astoundishing,

...stupendulous and amazing...

...jumping mouse circus!

My name!

It's wonderful, Wybie.

Wow!

Yahoo!
That was great!

Very, very thank you,

lady and gentleman.

We loved it, Mr. B.

It was so... So...

Ah...

Amazing!

You are very welcome

anytime you like.

You and also your

good friend there.

Do svedaniya, Coraline.

There were garden squash

like balloon animals...
...and snapdragons.

Oh, and upstairs,

I saw a real mouse circus.

Not pretend like the

crazy man's in our house.

You sure
you won't come?

Don't fret, Charlie.

They'll love
the new catalog.

At least they'll
love my chapters.

I did not call

him crazy, Coraline.

He's drunk.

Well, I guess I'll see you

around, you dizzy dreamer.

Dad! I'm not five anymore.

My kingdom for a horse!

Put them back.

But, Mom,
the whole school's...

...gonna wear
boring gray clothes.

No one will have these.

Put them back.

My other mother
would get them.

Maybe she should

buy all your clothes.

So what do you think

is in the other apartment?

I don't know.

Not a family of
Jones imposters.

Then why'd you

lock the door?

I found some rat crap, and

I thought you'd feel safer.

They're jumping mice, Mom, and

the dreams aren't dangerous.

They're the most fun I've

had since we've moved here.

Your school
might be fun.

With those stupid uniforms?

Right.

Had to give it a try.

How do you feel

about a mustard,

ketchup, salsa
wrap for lunch?

Are you kidding me?

Had to go food shopping,
anyway.

Dad's planning
something special.

Grossgusting.

You wanna come along?

You can pick out

something you like.

Oh. Like the gloves.

Look, Coraline, if things go well

today, I promise I'll make it up.

That's what
you always say.

Won't be long.

But I might be.

I knew it was real.

Dearest Coraline,

Miss Spink and Miss Forcible have

invited you downstairs after lunch.

I hope you like

the new outfit I made you.

Love, Mother.

Wybie's got a cat

like you at home.

Not the quiet Wybie.

The one that talks too much.
You must be the other cat.

No, I'm not

the other anything. I'm me.

Um... I can see you

don't have button eyes,

but if you're the same cat,

how can you talk?

I just can.

Cats don't talk at home.

No?
Nope.

Well, you're clearly

the expert on these things.

After all,
I'm just a big fat wuss puss.

Come back. Please?

I'm sorry I called you that.

I really am.

How'd you get here?

I've been coming

here for a while.

It's a game we play.

She hates cats and

tries to keep me out,

but she can't, of course.

I come and go
as I please.

The other mother

hates cats?

Not like any mother

I've ever known.

What do you mean?

She's amazing.

You probably think this world is a

dream come true, but you're wrong.

The other Wybie told me so.

That's nonsense.
He can't talk.

Perhaps not to you.

We cats, however, have far

superior senses than humans,

and can see and smell and...

Shh!

I hear something.
Right over...

Hey, Wybie.

She's practically naked!

I'm known as the siren

of all seven seas.

The breaker of
hearts by the bay.

So if you go swimming
With bowlegged women.
I might steal
your weak heart away.

Oh, my God.

A big-bottomed sea witch

May bob through the waves.

And hope to
lead sailors astray.

But a true ocean goddess

Must fill out her bodice.

To present
an alluring display.

Beware of old oysters

too large in the chest.

Let's banish them

from the buffet.

I'm far more nutritious.

You smell like

the fishes.

Did I hear a banshee?

You're sea green

with envy.

This mermaid enchantress.

No, I, Birth of Venus.

Will send
sailors swooning...

Will send sailors

swooning all day.
I can't look.

Ready to break
a leg, Miriam?

Our lives for

the theater, April.

"What
a piece of work is man!

"How noble in reason!"

"How infinite in faculty. "

"In form, in moving

how express and admirable!"

"In action
like an angel. "

"In apprehension
how like a god!"

"The beauty of the world!"

"The paragon of animals!"

Yeah!

Hey, there.

Was it wonderful, dear?

Oh, yeah. They swooped down and

pulled me right out of my seat,

Spink and Forcible,

only they weren't old ladies.

That was
just a disguise.

But then, I was flying

through the air, and it was...

It was magic.

You do like it here,

don't you, Coraline?

Uh-huh.

Good night, Wybie.

You could stay here

forever if you want to.

Really?
Sure.

We'll sing and play games, and

Mother will cook your favorite meals.

There's one tiny

little thing we need to do.

What's that?

Well, it's a surprise.

For you,
our little doll.

Black is traditional.

But if you'd prefer pink or

vermillion or chartreuse...

Though you might

make me jealous.

No way!
You're not sewing
buttons in my eyes!

But we need a "yes"

if you want to stay here.

So sharp
you won't feel a...

Ow!

There, now. It's your decision, darling.

We only want
what's best for you.

I'm going to bed.

Right now!

Bed?

Before dinner?

I'm really,
really tired. Yeah.

I just need to
sleep on things.

Well, of course
you do, darling.

I'll be happy
to tuck you in.

Oh, no, thanks.

You've done so much already.

You're welcome. And I...

We aren't worried
at all, darling.

Soon you'll
see things our way.

What's wrong, Coraline?

Don't you wanna play?

Yeah! I wanna hug your face!

Get a grip, soldier!

Hey!
Hey!

Where's your buttons,

Loper?

You want to stay,

don't you?

Going home tonight, robots,

and I won't be back.

Go to sleep.
Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

A tiny
little thing we need to do.

Go to sleep.
Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

So sharp
you won't feel a thing.

Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

Soon
you'll see things our way.
Mom! Dad!

Oh, God. I'm still here?

Hey, you!

Where's the other mother?

I wanna go home.

All will be swell,

soon as Mother's refreshed.

Her strength is our strength.

Mustn't talk when

Mother's not here.

If you won't even

talk to me,

I'm gonna find

the other Wybie.

He'll help me.

No point.

He pulled a long face,

and Mother didn't like it.

And what do you

think you're doing?

Well, I'm getting

out of here.

That's what I'm doing.

Huh?

Something's wrong.
Shouldn't
the old well be here?

Nothing out here.

It's the empty

part of this world.

She only made what she

knew would impress you.

But why?
Why does she want me?

She wants
something to love, I think.

Something
that isn't her.

Or maybe she'd just

love something to eat.

Eat? That's ridiculous.

Mothers don't
eat daughters.

I don't know.
How do you taste?

Huh?

But how can you walk away from

something and still come back to it?

Walk around the world.

Small world.

Hang on.
Stop!
He's one of the circus mice!

I don't like rats

at the best of times,

but this one was

sounding an alarm.

Good kitty.

They say even the proudest

spirit can be broken with love.

Of course, chocolate
never hurts. Like one?

They're cocoa beetles

from Zanzibar.

I want to be with
my real mom and dad.

I want you to let me go.

Is that any way to

talk to your mother?

You aren't my mother.

Apologize at once, Coraline!

No!

I'll give you to

the count of three.

One.

Two.

Three!
Ow!

What are you doing?

Ow! That hurts!

You may come out when you've

learned to be a loving daughter.

Who's there?

Hush!
And shush.

For the beldam

might be listening.

You... You mean

the other mother?

Who are you?

Don't remember our names,

but I 'member my true mommy.

Why are you all here?

The beldam.

She spied on our lives

through the little doll's eyes.

And saw that

we weren't happy.

So she lured us away with

treasures. And treats.

And games to play.

Gave all that we asked.

Yet we still wanted more.

So we
let her sew the buttons.

She said that she loved us.

But she
locked us here.

And ate up our lives.

Well, she can't keep me

in the dark forever.

Not if she wants

to win my life.

Beating her is
my only chance.

Perhaps, if you do
win your escape,

you could find our eyes.

Has she taken those, too?

Yes, miss.
And hidden them.

Find our eyes, mistress,

and our souls will be freed.

I...

I'll try.

Wybie?

Did she do this to you?

I hope that feels...
Shh!

Coraline? Is that you?

Let's go!

Coraline!

Come on!
She'll hurt you again.

Coraline!

How dare you

disobey your mother!

Coraline!

I'm home!

Anybody here?

Hello? Hello, hello!

Real Dad?

Real Mom?

Oh, Mom's groceries!

Ugh!

That's disgusting.

I missed you guys so much,

you'll never...

Oh. The Wybie that talks.

Huh?

Yeah, so, you know

that old doll I gave you?

Um...

My grandma's real mad.

Says it was her sister's.

The one that disappeared.

You stole that doll,

didn't you?

Well, it looked just

like you, and I figured...

It used to look like this

pioneer girl, then Huck Finn Jr.

then it was this

Little Rascals chick...

...with all these

ribbons and braids and...

Grandma's missing sister.

I think I just met her.

Come on.

Listen, I'm really

not supposed to...

Whoa!

She's in there.

Can you...
Can you unlock it?
Not in a million years.

But it wouldn't matter.

She can't escape

without her eyes.

None of the ghosts can.

Yeah. So I really
need to get that doll.

Great! I'd love to

get rid of it.

Where are you hiding,

you little monster?

You and Grandma been talking?

The doll's her spy.

It's how she watches you, finds

out what's wrong with your life.

The doll is my grandma's spy?

No. The other mother.

She's got this whole world

where everything's better.

The food, the garden,

the neighbors.

But it's all a trap.

Yeah, I think I heard

someone calling me, Jonesy.

Don't believe me?

You can ask the cat.

The cat?

I'll just tell Grandma that

you couldn't find the doll.

Ow!

You're not listening to me!

That's 'cause you're crazy!

You creep!

Crazy!

Crazy?

You're the jerk wad

that gave me the doll!

Mom! Dad!

Pick it up, Dad. Pick it up.

DAD ON ANSWERING Hi! Dad! Where...

I'm digging in
my garden right now,

but leave a message and

I'll get right back to you.

Where have you gone?

Uh... Don't you only

make wings for the dead ones?

Just looking ahead, dear.

Angus hasn't been
feeling very well of late.

April?
Aren't you getting ready?

We've lost our ride, Miriam.

Caroline says her parents

have vanished quite completely.

What?

We've waited months

for those tickets.

I suppose we could walk.

With your gammy legs?

It's nearly two

miles to the theater.

Oh, yes.
Your missing parents.

We know
just what you need.

Miriam, get...
That's right.

How is 100-year-old
candy gonna help?

There you go, sweetie.

What's it for?

Well, it might help.

They're good for

bad things sometimes.
No. They're good
for lost things.

It's
bad things, Miriam.

Lost things, April.

Bad.

Lost.
Bad things.

Lost.
Bad.

Lost!

Good night, Mom.

Good night, Dad.

Hello.
How did you get in?

Do you know where

Mom and Dad are?

Mom? Dad!

How did this happen?

She's taken them.

They're not
coming back, are they?

Mom and Dad.

Not on their own.

Only one thing to do.

You know, you're walking
right into her trap.

I have to go back.

They are my parents.

Challenge her, then.

She may not play fair,

but she won't refuse.

She's got a thing for games.

Hmm.

Okay.

Coraline?

Mom?

Coraline!
You came back for us.

Mom!

Darling, why would

you run away from me?

Where are my parents?

Gosh, I have no idea

where your old parents are.

Perhaps they've grown bored

of you and run away to France.

They weren't bored of me.

You stole them!
Now, don't be
difficult, Coraline.

Have a seat, won't you?

Mmm.

Why don't you

have your own key?

Only one key.

Shh!

The garden squash need tending,

don't you think, pumpkin?

Squish-squash,
pumpkin sauce.

Mom?

Dad?

Where'd she hide you?

Breakfast time!

Be strong, Coraline.

Why don't we play a game?

I know you like them.

Everybody likes games.

Uh-huh.

What kind of
game would it be?
An exploring game.
A finding things game.

And what is it you'd

be finding, Coraline?

My real parents.

Too easy.

And the eyes of

the ghost children.

Huh.

What if you
don't find them?

If I lose, I'll stay here with

you forever and let you love me.

And I'll let you sew

buttons into my eyes.

Hmm.

And if you
somehow win this game?

Then you let me go.

You let everyone go.

My real father and mother,

the dead children,

everyone you've trapped here.

Deal.

Not till you give me a clue.

Oh, right.
In each of three wonders
I've made just for you,

a ghost's eye is
lost in plain sight.

And for my parents?

Fine. Don't tell me.

It's a deal.

What does she mean,

"wonders?"

Hmm.

Ugh!

No!

Stop!

Why steal this?

Wow!

That must be it!

Sorry.

So sorry.
Mother making me.

Don't wanna hurt you!

Take it!

Bless you, miss.

You found me!
But there's two
eyes still lost.

Don't worry.
I'm getting the hang of it.

The pearl.

Thief!
Thief!

Give it back!
Give it back!

Thief!
Thief!

Give it back!

Thief!
Thief!

Give it back!
Thief!

Thief!
Give it back!

Give it back!
Thief!

Give it back!
Give it back!

Thief!

Thief!
Thief!

Stop! Stop! Thief! Thief!

Thief! Stop!
Hurry on, girl.
Her web is unwinding.

Oh, Wybie.

Evil witch! I'm not scared!

Hello, galoobooshka.

I'm Coraline.

Is this what
you're looking for?

Uh-huh.

You think winning

game is good thing?

You'll just go home and

be bored and neglected,

same as always.
Stay here with us.

We will listen to you

and laugh with you.

If you stay here, you

can have whatever you want.

Always!

You don't get it, do you?

I don't understand.

Of course you
don't understand.

You're just a copy she made

of the real Mr. B.

Not even that anymore.

No!

No!

Oh, God. I've lost the game.

I've lost everything.

I think I mentioned that I don't

like rats at the best of times.

I think you might have said

something like that.

It looked like you

needed this one, however.

Thank you.

I'm heading inside.

I still have to
find my parents.

Come on, quickly!

So you're back.

And you brought

vermin with you.

No. I...

I brought a friend.

You know I love you.

You have a very
funny way of showing it.

So where are they?

The ghost eyes?

Hold on. We aren't

finished yet. Are we?

No, I suppose not.

After all, you still need to

find your old parents, don't you?

Too bad you won't have this.

Be clever, miss.

Even if you win,

she'll never let you go!

I already know where

you've hidden them.

Well, produce them.

They're behind that door.

Oh, they are, are they?

There.

Mom. Dad.

Go on. Open it.

They'll be there, all right.

You're wrong, Coraline.

They aren't there.

Now you're going to

stay here forever.
No, I'm not!

No!

You horrible cheating girl!

No! Where are you?

You selfish brat!

You dare
disobey your mother?

Please shut it!

Don't leave me!

Don't leave me!

I'll die without you!

Coraline, we're home.

Mom! Dad!
I missed you so much!

Missed us?

Oh, no. You broke my

favorite snow globe.

I didn't break it.

It must've broke
when you escaped.

And cut your knee.

Coraline, I asked you

to count all the windows,

not put your knee

through them.

But...

Well, get yourself cleaned

up. We're going out tonight.

We got a lot to celebrate.

You're talking about

your garden catalog?

Of course. What else?

But look at
the snow on your...

What's gotten
into you, Coraline?

So, gonna
order the tulips?

What's that?

For the garden party?

I have no idea what

you're talking about.

Dad! So, Ma, invitations?

Don't forget
the invitations.

Even Bobinsky?

Mr. B.'s not drunk,

Mom. He's just eccentric.

Good night, Coraline.

Oh.

Hello again.

You still mad?

I'm really sorry I threw

you at her, the other mother.

It was all I could think of.

I think it's time,

don't you?

To set them free?

It's a fine, fine thing

you did for us, miss.

Well, I'm glad

it's finally over.

It is over and
done with for us.

What about me?

You're in
terrible danger, girl!

But how? I locked the door!

It's the key, miss.

There's only one,

and the beldam will find it.

'Tain't all bad, miss.

Thou art alive.

Thou art still living.
I gotta hide this somewhere,
somewhere she can never...

Out of my way!

Oh, my twitchy-witchy girl

I think you are so nice.

I give you bowls of porridge

and I give you bowls of ice cream.

I give you lots of kisses.

And I give you lots of hugs.

But I never
give you sandwiches.

Wth grease and

worms and mung...

...beans

I'm really sorry

I didn't believe you...

...about all this

evil stuff, Coraline.

Why did you change your mind?

Well, Grandma showed me this

picture after I called you crazy.

It's her and her sister,

before she disappeared.

The Sweet Ghost Girl.

Wyborne! Come home!

Oh, man.
What am I gonna tell her?
Just bring her by
the house tomorrow.

We can tell her together.

We... We can?

You know, I'm glad

you decided to stalk me.

It wasn't my idea.

Thanks for helping me,

Miss Spink, Miss Forcible.

Oh, look, April.

Pink ladies!

Actually, it's just lemonade.

How's Angus doing?

Oh, much better, dear, but he

can't duck his wings forever.

Here comes a burp.

Charlie!

Excusez-moi, but that pizza,

that was delicious.

Cold drinks?

Oh, yeah. Great.

You were right, Coraline.

I really hate dirt!

But the tulips look nice.

Thanks, Mom.

That is possible.

How are
the mooshkas, Mr. B?

They tell me that you

are savior, Caroline.

And soon as they are ready,

they wish to give special

thanks you performance.

Wyborne,
I know where I'm going.

I grew up here.

Welcome, Miss Lovat!

Oh. Hello.

I'm Coraline Jones.

I've got so much to tell you.

Here.
Thanks.

Do you want to pop

a little gin in it, dear?

Of course.

Special thanks to SergeiK.