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Dream A Little Dreama Me

Written By - Sheldon Bull
Transcribed By - Paul Booth

Cast

Sabrina - Melissa Joan Hart
Hilda - Caroline Rhea
Zelda - Beth Broderick
Salem - Nick Bakay
Harvey - Nate Richert
Mr. Kraft - Martin Mull
Dreama -China Shavers
Brad - Jon Huartas
Gretchen - Nicole Nieth
Billy - Paul Blake
John - Jordan Belfi
Shop Owner - Joe Ochman
Student - Wayne Randal Trask
Teacher - Ross Gottstein
6th Student - Russell Young

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters in this transcript, nor do I own any rights to the television show Sabrina, the Teenage Witch. It was created by Nell Scovell and belongs to her, Viacom Productions Inc, Hartbreak Films, and the ABC Television network. The characters are based on the original characters appearing in Archie Comics.

 

Int. Spellman living room. Sabrina comes down the stairs past the Swiss cuckoo clock on the landing wall. The little wooden bird pops out giving it’s familiar call. ‘Cuckoo! Cuckoo!’ She checks her watch with a slight frown.

Sabrina- Thirteen o’clock? I’m late!

She hurries to the kitchen.

Int. Spellman kitchen. Zelda sits at the table reading the morning paper with a full and fruity breakfast laid out before her. Sabrina enters.

Sabrina- Aunt Zelda?... Aunt Zelda?

Her aunt doesn’t respond. She just keeps reading. Sabrina attempts to tap her on the shoulder but the invisible shield that surrounds her aunt shimmers at her touch leaving Zelda oblivious. Sabrina raps on the egg shaped shell and leans her weight against it causing Zelda to glance up from her paper.

Zelda- Oh!

A quick point and the force field is gone causing Sabrina to almost fall into her aunts lap.

Sabrina- Sorry. Why the pod of privacy?

Zelda- Because that stupid clock of Hilda’s is driving me...

Clock- Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

Zelda- Exactly. Hilda’s pretending that piece of junk doesn’t bother her but this is one girl who can out-pretend her.

Sabrina- Oh, so you two have finally outgrown staring contests.

Clock- Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

Hilda enters through the back door with a mischievous grin and brandishing a stick of dynamite.

Clock- Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

Zelda- I knew that noise would get to you!

Clock- Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

Zelda- (Cont.) Blow it up, baby.

Hilda stalks determinedly into the kitchen, but rather than heading for the living room stairs and the clock she places her stick of dynamite on her violin that’s resting on the counter-top. She runs to the other side of the room and all three witches duck down behind the table.

KABOOM!!!

The smoke slowly clears revealing blackened splinters, a charcoal sound-board and a heat twisted G-string. The only remains of Hilda’s precious Stradivarius.

Sabrina- Bad audition?

Hilda- My life needs a new direction. I’m only six hundred and twenty years old, I need something more stimulating.

Zelda- Well if you’ve grown tired of the violin, perhaps a career change is a good idea. Let me offer you a suggestion.

Clock- Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

Zelda- Fix that infernal clock!

Hilda- Zelda, face it. You’re the only one that it bothers.

Clock- Cuckoo! Cockourggg.!! Crucleugh!! Boing! Twang! Spling!!!

The aunts look at one another and dash for the living room.

Int. Spellman living room. The clock hangs from the wall with its guts ripped out. Springs have been sprung and dangle loose and a small black cat sits serenely beneath.

Hilda- Salem! Did you break my brand new hand made in Indonesia Swiss cuckoo clock?

Salem- Pah! (Spitting Feathers) Cuckoo. neh pah!

Run opening credits.

Int. Spellman kitchen. Zelda sweeps up the last of Hilda’s violin and tips it in the trash as Sabrina enters carrying and large rectangular card.

Zelda- Oh, another protest?

Sabrina- Good grief, you stage one little rally against mildew in the locker-room and suddenly you’re Che Gevara.

She props her card up against the back of a chair. It reads:-

50th ANNIVERSARY
WESTBRIDGE THROUGH
THE YEARS

And has ten spaces for photographs underneath the year headings spreading from the 1940’s to the year 2000, but no photo’s

Zelda- (Reading) ‘Westbridge through the years’ Well clearly very little has happened in Westbridge through the years.

Sabrina- It’s not finished yet. I wanna be editor of the year-book and this is my audition page.

Zelda looks sceptical and rubs her chin.

Sabrina- (Cont.) A little maternal ooing and aaing might be appropriate now.

Zelda- Sabrina, it might not be a good idea to take on too many extra activities this year.

Sabrina- Don’t worry aunt Zelda, I’ve taken on a new ‘can-do’ attitude for my senior year.

Zelda- Well that’s good.

She pulls a note from the toaster.

Zelda- (Cont.) Because this arrived from the Witches Council this morning.

She hands it to Sabrina.

Sabrina- (Reading) I’ve been chosen to mentor a witch student this year?

Zelda- Yes, you have to guide and teach another witch so they can get their witches licence.

Sabrina- I have to be somebody’s Quizmaster?

Zelda- No, mentor.

Sabrina- What’s the difference?

Zelda- Quizmaster’s get paid.

Sabrina- Right, I can help mould and shape someone’s young mind and... make them get me coffee. I like it.

Hilda comes down stairs with her broken handmade in Indonesia Swiss cuckoo clock.

Hilda- I’m off to the clock shop.

She leaves.

Sabrina- Man, she really loves that clock huh?

Zelda- I know, sad.

Hilda returns and walks to the cardboard poster.

Hilda- What are you protesting?

Sabrina scowls.

Int. Westbridge High School, hallway. Sabrina walks past the principles office with her poster. Mr. Kraft wastes no time in pouncing.

Mr. Kraft- Not another protest Miss Spellman? If we were in China, I could run you over with a tank.

Sabrina- This isn’t a protest, it’s my audition page for our year-book editor. See, Westbridge through the years?

Mr. Kraft sighs and shakes his head but Sabrina’s not looking.

Sabrina- (Cont.) I’m going to put pictures of past year-books here.

Mr. Kraft- The theme of the year-book is the same every year, it is a bound chronicle of the misery that I have been put through during the previous nine months.

Sabrina- Okay, now I’m protesting.

Mr. Kraft pulls his walkie-talkie from his pocket and presses the send button.

Mr. Kraft- Mr. Garcia, get the water hose.

Sabrina- Oh come on Mr. Kraft, I know this may strike you as a walk on the wild side, but how about giving me a little support?

Mr. Kraft- Well since I’m the head of the faculty committee that selects the year-book editor, you’ll need it.

Sabrina- Okay. Somewhere along the way this conversation went terribly wrong.

Mr. Kraft turns grinning back to his office.

Mr. Kraft- (To himself) I live for days like this.

Sabrina watches him go before turning to carry on her way and walks smack into a wall of Harvey.

Harvey and Sabrina- Oof!

Harvey- Excuse me.

Sabrina- Hey! Um did you write me the letter of recommendation for year-book editor?

Brad comes round the corner and lays his arm across Harvey’s shoulder.

Brad- (Interrupting) Okay bro., here’s the question. New NFL franchise; who do you pick?

Harvey- Barry Sanders.

Brad- You’re brain-dead.

Sabrina- Hello! Letter of recommendation?

Harvey- (Sigh) I’m sorry Sabrina, last night kinda got away from me. We’re starting the new fantasy football league.

Brad- Ha-hah!

Sabrina- And I can’t tell you how excited I am about that. I need the letter!

Harvey- I’ll get right on it.

Sabrina- Thanks. With that and Mr. Kraft’s sudden death due to smallpox, I might make editor.

Int. School hallway. A student bends over the water-fountain taking a drink as a young girl walks by reading a slip of paper and looking a little lost. She is so intent on what she’s reading that she barges obliviously into the drinking girl giving her a face full of water. Sabrina has come round the corner just in time to witness the incident. The strange girl carries on and barges past two more student knocking their books from their hands. One of the boys grasps for his falling books while another student comes round the corner with a carton of coffee and trips over the first boys outstretched leg. The inevitable happens.

Sabrina- Noooooooo!

She uses the only thing she has to shield herself from the scolding coffee that’s flying in her direction. Her audition paper. She looks down at her coffee stained masterpiece as does the stranger while the student retrieves his, now empty coffee cup.

6th Student- Sorry.

He leaves.

Dreama- (Calling after) You should be more careful! (To Sabrina) I’m Dreama.

The school bell rings.

Dreama- (Cont.) And I’m late. Good luck with whatever you’re protesting. Power to the people.

She clenches her fist, Smiles and hurries off. Sabrina watches after her open mouthed.

Int. Hickory Dickory Clock. The clock shop is bulging at the seams with... clocks. Alarm clocks, wall clocks, grandfather clocks, timepieces of every known description and in the center of the ticking sits Hilda talking to the shop owner as he looks over her damaged cuckoo clock.

Hilda- You know, I love the violin but you can only play so much Mozart till you start to be glad he died young.

Shop Owner- Hmm. Travel clock, on the house?

He places the small clock before her in the hope that she’ll... travel. Hilda is not strong on hints however.

Hilda- So now I want to do something bolder, more imaginative, more challenging.

Shop Owner- D’ya wanna buy this place?

Hilda- Really?

Shop Owner- Sure.

Hilda- Wow! I never really imagined myself as a merchant.

She gets up, looks around and picks up a clock.

Hilda- (Cont.)(To imaginary customer) Could I interest you in an alarm clock? Ha! By golly, I’ll do it!

The shop owner slaps the counter in joy. Tosses her the keys to the shop, takes off his shade, and apron and heads for the door.

Hilda- Hey! Where are you going?

Shop Owner- I’m going to buy a bar.

He leaves. Hilda puts on his shade.

Hilda- Talk about impulsive.

Int. Westbridge High School hallway. Harvey comes through the doors and is met by Sabrina

Sabrina- Hey! Did you write that letter of recommendation at lunch?

Harvey- I ate lunch at lunch, and to tell you the truth, the thought of writing it is giving me a knot in my stomach.

Sabrina- Oh that’s just the fish-cakes. Don’t worry, it’s just a little letter, nothing to feel pressured about. I need it by tomorrow or all is lost!

She clutches the front of his shirt in desperation before leaving. Harvey feels the knot in his stomach tightening as a strange girl barges past him and follows Sabrina into the classroom.

Int. Geometry class. Sabrina sees Dreama enter and trip over someone’s book-bag. Sabrina hides behind her work folder but there’s no escape as Dreama takes the desk in front of hers swinging her own book bag around as she takes her seat and knocking the folder and it’s contents out of Sabrina’s hands. Sabrina sits unbelieving for a second before bending to pick up her stuff. Dreama turns round and spots a familiar face.

Dream- Hi there, remember me?

Sabrina- Uh, I’m having flash-backs as we speak.

Teacher - Okay, what is the integer of the sine function of minus PI to PI? anyone?

Dreama throws up her arm knocking Sabrina’s newly retrieved papers flying once more.

Dreama- Oh! Zero! Because Sine is an odd function and the negative area cancels out the positive area.

The teacher looks down at Sabrina who is once again on her hands and knees gathering her things together.

Teacher - Sabrina, could you er get yourself organised so you can participate in the class please?

Sabrina- Yes sir.

Int. Spellman living room. Hilda has some news for Zelda.

Zelda- You what?!

Hilda- I bought a clock shop.

Zelda- Which clock shop?

Hilda- The one down by the market.

Zelda- That shop? It’s in a terrible location.

Hilda- No it’s not, it took me five minutes to find.

She heads for the kitchen through the dining room. Zelda follows.

Zelda- In the last two years, that same spot has been a karate school, a nail salon, a yoghurt shop, another nail salon, a Chinese restaurant and a combination Chinese restaurant and nail salon.

Hilda- So what you’re saying is, if thing go well I could sub-let to a psychic.

Int. Spellman kitchen.

Zelda- Hilda, all those shops failed.

Hilda- Well mine isn’t going to fail. Mine is going to be a gigantic, colossal success. I am going to be the Rolex of the clock world.

Zelda- You don’t know the first thing about clocks.

Hilda- I know tons about clocks.

Zelda- What time is it?

Hilda check her watch.

Hilda- Eight-forty.

Zelda- It’s ten after two.

Hilda checks her watch again.

Hilda- All right! So I put my watch on upside-down, okay and it’s eight-forty... somewhere.

Int. Westbridge High School, hallway. A disaster walks the hallways waiting to happen. Dreama with a time-table passes a student.

Student- Hi there.

Dreama turns round and walks backwards as she calls after the boy.

Dreama- Hi Back.

And of course crashes into Sabrina’s locker door, slamming it shut onto the cuff of Sabrina blouse and tearing it. Totally unaware that it was her fault she pats Sabrina on the shoulder.

Dreama- I’ve had days like that.

She leaves with Sabrina watching disbelievingly after her.

Sabrina- You are a day like that.

She opens up her locker and decides to do a little instant repair work. Sticking her arm with the torn sleeve inside the locker she points unaware that Brad is walking past behind her. He hears something very strange and turns as Sabrina inspects her fine needlework.

Brad- What was that?

Sabrina- Oh er. Stomach rumble. I had the fish-cakes.

She hurries off. Brad isn’t satisfied though. He’s felt there’s something strange about this girl for a while and goes to follow her but Mr. Kraft stops him.

Mr. Kraft- Oh no-no-no-no-no, don’t get interested in her son. That girl is poison.

Brad- Yeah, there is something strange about her isn’t there? Something weird.

Mr. Kraft- Hey, y’know, I like you boy. D’ya know the best way to fit into a new school, other than just being... y’know, Danno to my McGarrett?

Brad’s look says ‘Huh?’ but is ignored.

Mr. Kraft- (Cont.) Extra-curricular activities, and just at the moment we are desperate to find a new editor for our year-book.

They walk past Sabrina who has stopped for a drink at the water-fountain. She overhears.

Brad- Oh, well I might be interested in a job like that.

Sabrina- (Calling after) Oh that’s great! Fine, put the new kid in charge of our memories.

Int. Sabrina’s bedroom. Sabrina scrubs her audition page with a damp rag in an attempt to remove the coffee stains while Salem watches.

Sabrina- So Harvey’s gonna bring his parents old year-books and I’m gonna to put the pictures of old Westbridge students here.

Salem- And these pictures are being brought by the same Harvey who can’t remember to write a letter?

Sabrina- Y’know this editor thing is really important to me, so would you put a sock in it Sergeant Negative?

Salem- Ey-ey Captain Deluded.

The door bell rings.

Sabrina- Hey! Maybe that’s my witch student.

Salem- Nah-ha-ha-ha-ha! You’re gonna teach some poor kid how to do ma...? Hah-ha he...

Sabrina cuts him off with a glare.

Salem- (Cont.) I think it’s marvellous.

Zelda- (Calling up the stairs) Sabrina, your witch student is here.

Sabrina- Coming! (To Salem) Don’t get smart with me Mister!

Salem- Ghhgh?

Sabrina- Just practising.

Int. Spellman living room. Sabrina comes down stairs and his met by Zelda.

Zelda- (Whispering) It’s a girl.

Sabrina- (Whispering) Oh good, ‘cause fish are so hard to train.

Zelda- She’s in here.

Sabrina comes face to face with her mentee by the piano.

Sabrina- Dreama?! You’re my student?

Dreama- (Excited) And you’re my teacher? This is incredible, I’m so lucky!

The same cannot be said for the priceless Spellman family heirloom vase that had the misfortune to be on the piano when Dreama expressively swept her arms wide. It smashed to the floor. Sabrina turns imploringly to her aunt.

Sabrina- Can I please go back to working on the family secret?

Dreama decides to get on her teachers good side with a little gift. She tugs her ear-lobe and Sabrina clutches her present in her arms. A two pound sack of flour.

Dreama- Oh dear, that was supposed to be flowers.

Sabrina- That’s okay, we don’t have a vase.

Zelda- Dreama’s parents moved her here from the Other Realm so you could help her. She’s a very bright girl but she’s neglected her magic.

Dreama tries again and Sabrina ends up with two two pound sacks of flour.

Sabrina- Great! Um aunt Zelda, can I speak to you in private for a moment?

They move aside.

Sabrina- (Cont.) Remember my ‘can-do attitude’? Gone! She’s a walking disaster. The Witches Council‘ll have to pull another name out of the hat.

Zelda- Dreama wasn’t chosen for you at random, her name came from an intricately constructed, scientific hat.

There’s a tingle of magic and Sabrina looks round to see Dreama clutching a bunch of freshly baked loafs..

Sabrina- I can’t work with her! Can’t you see? She’ll kill me!

Zelda- Sabrina, it’s a mandate from the Other Realm. You have to improve Dreama’s magic or you’ll lose your witches licence and be deported.

Sabrina- Oh! It’s something new and horrible everyday, isn’t it?

Int. Westbridge High School, hallway. Sabrina and her new chum Dreama walk together.

Dreama- The Mortal Realm is so different from the Other Realm. I hope I can fit in.

Sabrina- Okay, there are a couple of things to remember. One: I worked very hard to get my witches licence. Two: It means a lot to me. Three: I have a hard enough time covering my own tracks let alone trying to cover yours. Four or five or wherever I am: No magic in front of mortals.

Dreama- Okay, got it.

She tugs on her ear and Sabrina’s locker burst open with a puff of smoke drawing the attention of all the students in the hallway.

Sabrina- Hey! I don’t care what you did at your old school, here we do not celebrate firecracker Tuesday!

Dreama- So you meant magic of any sort?

As they waft away the smoke and the students go back about there own business Sabrina spots Harvey approaching.

Sabrina- Harvey! Hey, did you bring the old year-books?

Harvey- O-ho!

Sabrina- Well did you at least write the letter of recommendation?

Harvey- Oh man! Brad came over and we raided every defensive-back in the NFL.

Sabrina- Salem was right.

Harvey- Your cat?

Sabrina- Don’t change the subject!

Harvey- I’ll get the books at lunch, I promise.

He leaves and Dreama comes over to join Sabrina.

Sabrina- Well at least I know that if Harvey was out with Brad last night, Brad couldn’t have worked on his year-book proposal.

Mr. Kraft walks past behind the girls with a large, poster sized card emblazoned with the legend. ‘1999 FIGHTING SCALLIONS’ and pictures of the school football team in action. He walks up to Brad.

Mr. Kraft- Mr. Alcerro, now this is what I call a proposal.

Brad looks at it clearly seeing it for the first time.

Brad- I’ll say, whose is tha...

Mr. Kraft- (Interrupting) Hah-ah nice work Bradley. Yes, you know it’s reassuring to see that some students can get their proposals in on time. If I were you, I would start sharpening my editors pencil.

He leads the smiling Brad past the open mouthed Sabrina and deliberately gives her proposal a kick sending it to the floor.

Int. Spellman kitchen. Zelda answers the phone.

Zelda- Hello?

It’s Hilda calling from the clock shop.

Hilda- Hi. So I was wondering, are you ever gonna come down to my shop?

Zelda- In other words, you’re in way over your head and you need me to come down there and rescue you.

Hilda- Something vaguely like that.

She puts down the phone with a stiff smile and looks at the crowd of angry clock buyers knocking and gesturing through the counter. She makes the problem disappear by closing the shutters and ignoring it.

Int. Westbridge High School hallway. Dreama goes over the rules again.

Dreama- So we’re not supposed to use our magic to do school work even though you’re a witch?

She could probably have said this louder if she had really tried but enough students heard her to make Sabrina extremely uncomfortable.

Sabrina- Hey! I thought we told Dr. Fishman we weren’t gonna name-call.

The students buy it and carry on their way as Sabrina drags Dreama aside for yet another rule.

Sabrina- (Cont.) Listen, here’s another rule you need to know if you’re gonna survive in the Mortal Realm. Never ever let a mortal know that you’re a witch!

Dreama- Okay! But who’s Dr. Fishman?

Brad and Harvey walk past with Brad’s new year-book proposal.

Brad- Yeah, this is a nice proposal.

He glances out of the corner of his eye at Sabrina and a mocking smirk creases his lips.

Sabrina- (To Dreama) I wish Brad’d move back to Texas.

She walks on and Dreama follows with a smile and a tug of her ear. They enter a classroom.

Ext. The Lone Star Saloon. El Paso, Texas. 1865. Sabrina and Dreama come out onto the street as cowboys ride past followed by a cavalry sergeant in a buck-board.

Sabrina- I’m assuming you meant to send Brad to Texas?

Dreama- Well while we’re here, do you wanna rustle up some grub?

For her answer Sabrina uses the old pointing trick and the girls vanish in a swirl of sparkles.

Int. Westbridge High School, hallway. The same sparkles herald Sabrina and Dreama’s return. Unfortunately it’s right outside Brad’s locker and although the boy doesn’t see them materialise he somehow senses their sudden arrival and spins round.

Brad- Where did you come from?

Sabrina- I... really think you need to have that conversation with your parents.

She grabs Dreama’s hand and drags the girl behind her as she hurries off into Mrs. Quick’s classroom.

Sabrina- What did I say about magic in front of mortals? Especially bad magic.

Dreama- I’m sorry, I’ve been doing this all my life. I pull before I think.

The school-bell rings.

Sabrina- I’ve gotta get to health class. Mrs. Quick won’t mind if I leave this here.

She puts her proposal, that she’s been dragging around all day with her, down on a desk and gestures to Dreama.

Sabrina- (Cont.) Sit!

Dreama sits.

Sabrina- (Cont.) Stay!

Dreama stays as Sabrina leaves with a frustrated sigh. Dreama shrugs and takes a closer look at Sabrina’s audition page.

Dreama- (To Herself) All Sabrina needs to do is fill in these blank spots with high school students from the past.

She looks around the deserted class-room.

Dreama- (Cont.) There’s no mortals around. To finish her poster of Westbridge High, bring me the students of years gone by.

To complete the incantation she tugs on her ear. The deserted classroom is no longer deserted. Two students from the 1940’s are sat with her.

Gretchen- Where are we?

John- Where’s the radio? We were listening to Jack Benny!

Dreama- O-oh!

Int. Hickory Dickory Clock. Zelda shows out a customer.

Zelda- I’ll have that fixed for you by Monday. (To Hilda) I just didn’t say which Monday.

Hilda- I bet you’re kicking yourself now that you didn’t get a piece of this place when you had the chance?

Zelda- You cannot possibly run this place by yourself and I am not coming down here every day to help you.

Hilda- Okay, twenty-five percent.

Zelda ignores her sister as she walks through to the back of the shop. Hilda follows

Hilda- And that’s my final offer. Oh, what a great grandfather clock!

It stands taller than either of them and dominates the workshop area and has a note attached to it’s front..

Hilda- (Cont.) Well actually, it’s a grandfather clock but it appears to be a great one.

Zelda- There’s something odd about this clock.

Hilda- What, that it actually works? Let's check out the guts inside.

She reaches to open up the front of the clock while Zelda pulls off the note.

Zelda- No! wait!

But she’s too late. The front of the clock opens and a football player runs out from the 1940’s. Number 31 is clearly confused to find himself in a clock shop when seconds before he was running to intercept a long ball down the right.

Hilda- Oh! Now I see why that guy wanted all cash.

Int. Westbridge High School, health class. Sabrina’s in the middle of her school work. Dreama appears at the open door.

Dreama- Psst!

Sabrina looks round and Dreama gestures for her to come out of the class. Sabrina shakes her head no, but when two other faces appear at the door looking around in wonder she buries her head in her hands.

Int. School hallway. Sabrina backs out of the classroom limping and calling back to the teacher.

Sabrina- Two minutes walking around and my leg should wake up.

She closes the door and turns on Dreama.

Sabrina- You used magic didn’t you?

Gretchen- (To John) D’you think this has anything to do with the war?

Int. Hickory Dickory Clock, workroom.

Billy- Where am I?

He finally spots Hilda and Zelda.

Billy- Huh! Who are you?

Zelda- Hilda, I hope you’re happy. You bought a magical ‘lost in time’ clock.

Hilda- Well how was I supposed to know that that’s what it was?

Zelda hands her the note she had taken from the clock.

Hilda- (Reading) ‘Lost-in-time clock. Persons who come through this clock are lost in time. Whoever opens this portal must assist the time traveller or be turned into a clock themselves. No excuses, no exceptions, this means you’ Well I guess that’s what they mean by ‘Buyer beware’

The footballer had been looking around the shop while Hilda read and finally removes his leather helmet and gives it a tap.

Billy- They said these things were safe.

Hilda- Well now what do we do?

Zelda- I’m not sure.

Hilda- See? You don’t know anymore about running a clock shop than I do.

Zelda- (To Footballer) Hello.

Hilda- Hello.

Int. Westbridge High School, Cafeteria. Sabrina leads Dreama and her two friends from the past inside.

Sabrina- You’ve gotta reverse the spell.

Dreama- I-I don’t know how.

Sabrina- Let me try.

She points at John and Gretchen but only a rude noise emanates from her finger.

Sabrina- (Cont.) You don’t know how to reverse your spells but you know how to seal them?

Dreama- This isn’t good news is it?

Sabrina drops her head into her hands once more.

Int. Hickory Dickory Clock, workshop. Zelda pours a glass of water for their guest.

Zelda- I’ve read about ‘lost-in-time’ people before. They made a big mistake somewhere in their lives and they have to go back so they can correct it.

Hilda- Okay Billy, what was the last thing that you remember doing?

Billy- Let’s see, er, I was in the big game, I was running for a pass and I noticed my shoe was untied...

Zelda- (Interrupting) That must be it!

Hilda- Right!

She points and his shoe-lace double ties itself securely.

Hilda- (Cont.) Okay Billy, go back and this time... don’t trip.

He puts his helmet back on and runs into the clock but is tossed back out again.

Hilda- (Cont.) Ooo! Not as easy as it looks.

Int. Westbridge High School, hallway. The cafeteria doors open slightly and four anxious faces peep out.

Sabrina- We’ve gotta get to my aunts, let’s make a break for it.

They creep out then start running down the hallway. None of them see Mr. Kraft squatting down behind a wall like a spider waiting patiently in the center of it’s web hoping for supper.

Mr. Kraft- Halt! That’s detention for everyone, including George and Mary Bailey here.

Sabrina- They’re part of my year-book proposal. You know, A live, three-D, interactive presentation with kids from the Westbridge Players.

Mr. Kraft examines the boys plaid shirt.

Mr. Kraft- I don’t like it.

Sabrina- Well then, I guess we’ll have to return the costumes to the costume shop.

She hurries off followed by Dreama and the students of yester-year.

Mr. Kraft- (To himself) The fact that we don’t have a costume shop doesn’t even bother me.

He walks away round the corner as Brad comes in the opposite direction with a determined look on his face. He follows after Sabrina and her chums.

Int. Hickory Dickory Clock. Hilda squeezes glue into Billy’s hands.

Hilda- Okay, the glue is on.

Zelda- Thank goodness you remembered dropping that pass.

Hilda- Okay Billy, go back there and this time... win one for the Gipper.

She opens up the clock and Billy charges in and charges back out again.

Hilda- (Cont.) All right, well we have that spare bedroom don’t we?

The bell over the shop door jingles and the aunts look through the hatchway.

Zelda- Oh it’s Sabrina and Dreama.

Hilda- And two weird kids.

Sabrina comes marching into the workshop.

Sabrina- I’ve got a big problem.

She almost walks into Billy and turns to her aunts.

Sabrina- (Cont.) Circ du solaise?

Hilda- Football player.

Zelda- He came through the clock.

Sabrina- So I can speak freely?

In the front of the shop Dreama, John and Gretchen are checking out the merchandise when Dreama spots a familiar face at the window.

Dreama- Oh-no, it’s Brad.

Meanwhile.

Sabrina- You know you could help me send these people back to their homes or you could help me fight the Witches Council in a fiery, apocalyptic showdown. Whatever works for you.

Dreama enters with the displaced students.

Dreama- We’ve got a little problem, Brad’s outside.

Sabrina- Brad!

Billy- Gretchen?

Gretchen- Billy?!

They take each other by the hands.

Zelda- You know each other?

Billy- We were in love, but I decided to play in the big game instead of taking her out for her birthday.

Gretchen- So I went out with John instead.

Sabrina- And you never thought about going out after the game?

Zelda- Billy! That’s why you’re lost in time. You’ve got to go back, skip the game and be with your girl.

Sabrina- (To Dreama) And you’d better go out there and make sure Brad doesn’t come back here. Er, Just show him some clocks.

Hilda- Yeah, but if you sell one; no commission.

Dreama leaves.

Hilda- (Cont.) Now let’s get these guys.. twenty-three scadu.

Zelda- Hilda, that’s the twenties.

Hilda- (To John) I’m sorry, it looks like you lose-out.

John- Oh that’s okay. If you ever find yourself in 1946, Look-me-up!

She opens the clock and all three disappear into it. Billy and Gretchen hand in hand.

Hilda- Toodle-loo!

Zelda- Buy bonds.

Sabrina- Okay, so we’ve sent three very confused people back home through a clock. Now all I have to do is come up with an excuse for Brad.

Zelda- Hilda, do you feel strange?

Hilda- Definitely.

She points at the work-top and picks up the gold magical divining rods.

Sabrina- What’s that?

Zelda- This Brad is the boy who dislikes you for no apparent reason?

Sabrina- That’s right.

The rods in Hilda’s hands cross when pointed towards the boy. Hilda gasps.

Hilda- Bingo! Witch hunter!

Sabrina- As in ‘Hunts witches’?

Hilda- A very small amount of mortals are born with the witch hunting gene, which makes them want to ferret out witches.

Sabrina- Something new and horrible, right on time. Okay, so Harvey’s best friend is trying to out me?

Zelda- He doesn’t know what he’s doing, he just senses magic and it makes him suspicious.

Hilda- Yeah, the real danger comes when a witch inadvertently reveals herself to a witch hunter. Then you get turned into a mouse for a hundred years.

Zelda- So we have to be very careful.

Sabrina- Oh well we’re always careful and we’d never do magic aroun... Dreama!!

They dash into the front of the shop but there’s no sign of Dreama or Brad, the witch hunter.

Sabrina- Maybe they’re next door at ‘The Beef Bowl’?

Int. Westbridge High School hallway. A frantic Sabrina searches classrooms, library’s, Gyms and lockers for Dreama... or a mouse.

Sabrina- (To herself) No Dreama, goodbye licence, goodbye home!

Brad strolls down the hallway whistling to himself happily with a little grey mouse in his hand.

Sabrina- (Cont.) Witch hunter!! Gimme her!

She takes the mouse from the startled boy.

Brad- What?!

Sabrina- (To the mouse) I’m so sorry.

The principle arrives.

Mr. Kraft- Miss Spellman, do I have to add crimes against nature to your dossier?

Harvey and Dreama join the growing group. Dreama leans close and strokes the cute little mouse in Sabrina’s hand.

Dreama- Hi!

Sabrina- Dreama! Thank goodness. (To Brad) Who am I holding?

Brad- My science project, note the tumour.

Sabrina quickly hands the mouse back and wipes her hand on her skirt while a gloating Mr. Kraft gives her the happy news.

Mr. Kraft- You’ll be happy to learn that detention hall now serves a continental breakfast.

He scribbles out the detention slip and hands it to her. Brad leans close to Harvey.

Brad- (Whispering) Your girlfriends weird.

Harvey smiles, pleased by the compliment.

Harvey- I know.

Brad and Mr. Kraft leave.

Sabrina- (To Dreama) I’ve been looking for you for like an hour.

Dreama- I have a pager.

Harvey- Here’s your vintage year-books and my heart-felt letter of recommendation.

Sabrina- You really wrote it?

Harvey- With a little encouragement from Dreama. She sat me down and told me to just write what I feel. The first three drafts were about my stomach ache, this last ones straight from the heart.

Sabrina- (Reading) ‘Sabrina Spellman is the nicest, smartest, most imaginative person I have ever met. Pick her as year-book editor and watch her work her magic.’ Oh Harvey!

She stretches up on her toes and kisses him. The school bell rings.

Harvey- Life’s great when you’re not annoyed with me.

He leaves smiling.

Dreama- So, are you annoyed with me?

Sabrina- You know you’re not very good with your magic but you’re a pretty good friend.

Dreama- All this excitement has made me thirsty.

She moves off towards the drinking fountain reaching for her ear.

Sabrina- Noooooooooooo!

Ext. Niagara falls.

Sabrina- (OS) Let's go over the rules again.

Int. Spellman living room. Sabrina enters the front door with her proposal card as her aunts come down stairs.

Run Credits.

Zelda- Well?

Sabrina- Well Brad made year-book editor.

Hilda- We can turn him into a chicken.

Sabrina- Well that’s okay, I’ll have plenty to do mentoring Dreama. Did you get your clock fixed?

Hilda- Of course, I run a clock shop.

Zelda- Since Hilda has absolutely no experience fixing things we had to improvise a little.

The little window at the top of the clock flicks open and a pair of yellow, slit eyes peer out above a small black nose.

Salem- I am not doing this all night! I’m not working weekends, I’m taking holidays off.

Zelda- Salem.

Salem- Cu..ckoo (Sob)



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