Jumanji

Don't worry. It's just a pack of wolves. Come on. We're almost rid of it.

- Caleb, it's after me! - Grab on!

Run! Run!

No, Benjamin, we have to finish this. Come on. Help me bury it.

What if someone digs it up?

May God have mercy on his soul.

- Hi, Alan. - Hi, Miss Magruder.

- Good afternoon, Alan. - Hey, Frank.

- All yours, Alan. - Thanks, Bill.

Get him!

Prepare to die, Parrish!

Hey, Parrish, what's the rush?

He's goin' to his dad's factory!

Alan wants his daddy now!

Go ahead, Parrish. Run to Daddy. We'll be waiting.

- Hi, Carl. - Hey, Alan, I gotta show you something.

Come here. Now, I've been working on this for almost a year.

I got an appointment this afternoon with your father to show him this.

Go ahead. Take it.

So what do ya think? Ya think he'll like it?

- What is it? - What is it?

Man, this is the future. if I can get Wilt Chamberlain to wear 'em...

I predict there'll be a pair of those in every closet in America.

That's gonna be the height of fashion.

What's wrong?

- Nothin'. - Alan!

Thanks, Bob. What are you doing here?

I've told you before. This factory isn't a playground. It's dangerous.

- Dad, can I have a ride home? - Look, Alan.

Is Billy Jessup picking on you again?

Son, you're gonna have to face him sooner or later.

Look, if you're afraid of something, you've got to stand and face it.

Now, run on, son.

Carl, you should know better than to let the boy play in here.

Sorry, sir.

- What was it you wanted to show me? - Just a minute, sir.

What the devil--

Get an extinguisher.

Who did this?

Well?

I did, sir.

Just because you're a Parrish doesn't mean you can hang around my girlfriend.

- We're just friends. - Not anymore. Get him!

- Let's go! - Okay, I've got his bike.

Jerks!

Wow.

Neat.

Alan. Are you home?

Oh, Alan, not again. Come on.

Hard work, determination, a cheerful outlook--

Attributes that have exemplified the Brantford spirit...

since our forefathers first settled this town.

Despite the harshness of our native clime and the granite of our soil...

- we have-- - Prospered.

- I knew the damn thing this morning. - You'll know the darn thing tonight.

- All right. Let's go. - Sam. We have to talk to Alan.

- Well, we're on our way. - Okay.

I told your father what you told me this afternoon. it wasn't just Billy Jessup.

Look, if I'd known that, Alan, I wouldn't have--

- It's okay, Dad. - I want you to know I am proud of you.

I mean, you faced them, even though you were outnumbered.

And since you took it like a man...

your mother and I have decided that you're ready to go...

to the Cliffside School for Boys.

- There. - Congratulations, sweetheart.

- You don't want me living here anymore? - Alan.

It's always been the plan that you go to Cliffside when you were ready.

I mean, Parrishes have been going to Ciiffside ever since the 1700s.

Even your Uncle Skylar went there.

- Look at this. Parrish Hall. - It's the main dormitory.

Oh, this is great. Kids are on my case here because I'm a Parrish.

Just wait till I'm living in a building named after me.

It was named after my father.

- Good. Why don't you live in it? - I did!

I wouldn't be who I am today if it weren't for my years there.

Maybe I don't wanna be who you are. Maybe I don't wanna be a Parrish.

You won't be. Not till you start acting like one.

Get your coat!

I guess I'm not ready for Cliffside then!

We're taking you there next Sunday! I don't wanna hear another word about it!

You won't. I'm never talking to you again!

- Sam-- - Don't!

- Sam-- - What?

Nothing. Just--

- What are you doing here? - I brought your bike back.

You didn't have to. I was going over to Billy's to get it myself.

I told Billy to stop picking on you.

You shouldn't have wasted your breath. We'll talk about this some other time.

What was that?

- You heard it too? - Of course ! heard it.

Come on. ! found this weird game in the factory.

A game?

"Jumanji.

A game for those who seek to find a way to leave their world behind.

You roll the dice to move your token. Doubles gets another turn.

And the first player to reach the end wins." You wanna play?

I quit playing board games five years ago.

Sarah.

- It's gotta be magnetized or something. - Alan, look.

"At night they fly, you better run...

these winged things are not much fun."

- What was that? - I don't know.

- Put it away, Alan! - Okay.

Oh, no. The game thinks I roiled.

What do you mean, "The game thinks"?

"In the jungle you must wait...

until the dice read five or eight."

"In the jungle you must wait--" What's that mean?

Roll the dice!

I think a bed-and-breakfast is just what this town needs.

Well, it's pretty hard to pass up, especially full of furniture.

Oh, boy! I keep forgetting how big this place is.

Judy, Peter, come look at this.

I'm gonna put a reception area over here.

And a bar over here in the parlor.

That sounds lovely. I'm sure you and your kids are gonna be very happy here.

Oh. Well, actually, they're my late brother's.

He and his wife passed away just last winter.

Is this something, or what?

It sure is.

So, what do you think, young man? Is it big enough for you?

Peter hasn't spoken a word since it happened.

Oh, my. I'm so sorry. How terribly awful.

It's okay. We barely even knew our parents.

They were always away-- skiing in Saint Moritz, gambling in Monte Carlo...

safariing in darkest Africa.

We didn't even know if they loved us.

But when the sheik's yacht went down, well...

they managed to write us a really beautiful good-bye note...

that was found floating in a champagne bottle amongst the debris.

Excuse me.

They were very devoted parents. It was a car crash in Canada.

- So you'll send me those escrow papers? - First thing tomorrow.

I'll have to get a locksmith out for this one.

Peter, pick up your toys, please.

Peter, take this suitcase up to the attic.

Then we can all have ice cream and bourbon.

What? What is it?

- I'm going to Motel 6. - Oh, for heaven's sake.

I don't see any guano.

- He said it looked like that. - That's an African bat.

Some kid said she saw a bunch of those back in the '60s.

But we don't get bats like that in New England.

- But that's what he saw. - Well, whatever it was...

is gone now.

Bats aren't what I'd worry about in this house anyways.

What would you worry about?

Well, personally...

I wouldn't wanna live in a house where someone was murdered.

- Murdered? - Yep.

Little Alan Parrish. I say his father did it.

There's a thousand and one places he could have hid the body in this house.

Especially if he chopped it up first.

Hey, up there! You kids don't wanna be late for your first day of school.

- Not a bat in sight, ma'am. - Ya hear that?

There is nothing to be afraid of in this house.

I can't believe I have to see your principal after the first day.

What am I gonna do?

Let's just try to relax and finish our dinner and talk about something else.

Well, we found out why you got this house so cheap.

Twenty-six years ago, a kid named Alan Parrish used to live here.

Then one day, he just disappeared...

'cause his parents chopped him up in little pieces and hid him in the wails.

Okay, that's it. I am sick and tired of your lies, young lady. You're grounded.

Fine. There's nowhere to go in this stupid town anyway.

And just for your information, that wasn't a lie.

Did you hear anything a little while ago?

Do you miss Mom and Dad?

- No. - Liar.

If you don't cut that out, they're gonna send you to a shrink.

Where do you think they're gonna send you if you don't start talking?

If I get held up at the permit office, I'll give you a call.

School bus should be here any minute.

You guys still have your house keys?

You guys listening to me?

Hello?

- Hello? - What?

Maybe I should wait with you till the bus comes.

Did your parents used to put you on the bus?

- No. No. - Are you sure?

I could drop you off.

No, don't worry about us. The bus'll be here any minute.

Okay. Please be good today.

- You do hear it. - Hear what?

Where's it coming from?

Wow.

Let's bring it over here.

Weird. They're stuck.

"Jumanji. A game for those who seek to find a way to leave their world behind.

You roil the dice to move your token. Doubles get another turn.

The first player to reach the end wins."

It's gotta be microchips or something.

You go first.

Okay.

Six.

"A tiny bite can make you itch, make you sneeze, make you twitch."

Don't!

"This will not be an easy mission...

monkeys slow the expedition."

What is that?