Enclosed, please find one bus ticket
and two silver dollars for your trip to Michigan.
I'm really sorry about the loss of your parents.
Your mom was my sister, so that makes you family.
And I'll do my best to make you feel right at home.
As Einstein said, life is like a bicycle.
To stay balanced, you got to keep moving forward.
And so will we.
I look forward to meeting you.
Your Uncle Jonathan.
P.S. Sorry for the stain on the letter.
爸爸 妈妈 你们在吗
Mom, Dad, are you there?
Am I gonna be okay?
Gonna buy Charlie a bike for his birthday.
Oh, he's gonna love it.
Emma Jean, bus is here.
Last stop, New Zebedee.
Oh, come on.
Don't kill yourself before I've had a chance to meet you.
I'm your Uncle Jonathan.
Are you wearing a robe?
It's a kimono.
Here, let me help you with that.
天啊 你都装了什么 整套百科全书吗
Oh! Good Lord, what do you got in this thing, encyclopedias?
Oh, you're serious.
I like new words.
I think they're very pulchritudinous.
Well, welcome to New Zebedee.
Or should I say "Salutations"?
You can look that one up.
I know what "Salutations" Means.
Oh. Smart kid.
Uh, do you think that we're gonna be home soon?
'Cause the Captain Midnight show's almost on.
Uh, you don't have to worry about that. I don't have a TV.
But I do have a big poker game tonight, if you want to join.
Do you play?
Uh, no. I'm ten.
Ah. Here we are.
The Muggins Simoon.
Temperamental door handle.
Here we go.
Watch your tootsies.
All right, here we are.
You can get out here.
Here we go.
Home, sweet home.
Do you like...
Oh, no, I keep those up year round.
Come on, darling.
Yes. Good puppy.
Ah, Mrs. Hanchett.
Is that a robe?
It's a kimono.
You've been playing your saxophone again.
Madame, not everyone can appreciate the intricacies
of a free-form jazz odyssey.
I don't care what you play.
You're playing at 3:00 in the morning,
so I'm begging you... Who is this?
Oh, this is Lewis, my nephew.
He'll be living with me.
for keeping a human child alive?
This way, Lewis.
I'll try to keep it down 3:00 A.M., but, uh...
them's my best jammin' hours.
And here we are.
That's a lot of clocks.
Well, what constitutes "a lot" is really a matter of personal taste.
For me, it's a perfect amount of clocks.
There's a deranged cuckoo in there.
Your ratchet wheel's shot,
and the click spring's not far behind.
Hello. You're Lewis, I presume.
How was your trip?
This old hag is my next-door neighbor,
Mrs. Florence Zimmerman.
I am relieved to see you didn't inherit your uncle's
freakishly oversized head.
Says the woman who literally looks like a Q-tip.
Oh, look, the giant head is angry.
My God, did that withered purple skeleton just speak?
It's nice to meet you.
-路易斯 你饿了吗 -嗯
- Lewis, are you hungry? - Yes, please.
Florence, I'm gonna show Lewis to his room.
For once in your life, could you
make yourself useful and whip up a batch
of those chocolate chip cookies?
And how would you like them, sir?
Stuffed down your throat one by one
or crumbled up and shoved into your pants?
别理他 路易斯 她觉得自己文凭比我高
Ignore her, Lewis. She thinks she's smarter than me
because she's got more college degrees.
No, I think I'm smarter than you
because I'm smarter than you.
But, Uncle Jonathan?
Don't I have to have dinner
before I'm allowed to have cookies?
Well, why not just eat cookies for dinner?
They're far more delicious.
I know. It's just, we had these house rules.
Well, not in this house.
There's no bedtime, bath time or mealtime.
You can eat cookies till you throw up, for all I care.
You'll see-- things are...
quite different here.
- All mine? - All yours.
Although, why this is yours, I have no idea.
You know it's about the complete opposite of real magic.
Well, it's the last thing my parents gave to me
...the car crash.