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A cowardly boy who buries himself in accident statistics enters a library to escape a storm only to be transformed into an animated illustration by the Pagemaster. He has to work through obstacles from classic books to return to real life.
Mr. Dewey: Welcome to the library, young man. Don't tell me. You're here for a special book. Richard Tyler: Mister... Mr. Dewey: Stop stop stop. Allow me to guess. I have a talent for guessing what people need. You're in need of a fantasy! Brave knights, mythical fairies, ferocious dragons! Richard Tyler: Look, all I want is... Mr. Dewey: Adventure! Of course! You're a boy who loves adventure, brimming with wicked demons, cutthroat pirates. Richard Tyler: No, no, that's not it. Mr. Dewey: Horror! Oh, horror! Evil demons, wicked monsters, haunted houses, graveyards. Yes, it's horror for you, boy. I'm sure of it. Your library card, please. Richard Tyler: I don't have one. Mr. Dewey: [pulls out a brand new one] You do now. Sign here. [Richard signs it] Mr. Dewey: Richard Tyler, consider this your passport to the wonderful and quite unpredictable world of books. Richard Tyler: But I don't want any books. Mr. Dewey: Hmm? Richard Tyler: That's what I've been trying to tell you. I only came in here 'cause of the storm. Mr. Dewey: You mean you don't need...? [Richard shakes his head] Mr. Dewey: [disappointed] Oh, I see.
[last lines] Adventure: Hmm, you know what would make this a happy ending? A kiss. Horror: Doh, okay. [the screen goes blank, a smack is heard] Adventure: I meant from her! [all three are heard laughing]
Adventure: How would you like to curl up with a good book? [Fantasy wallops him] Adventure: Ow, me binding! Fantasy: In your dreams!
Fantasy: [reading the names on a house] Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde... [shrugs] Fantasy: must be a duplex.
Adventure: I wrote the book on sailing. In fact, I *am* the book on sailing.
Richard Tyler: [to Adventure] You guys are the only friends I ever had.
Horror: Horror always has sad endings. Fantasy: I come from a world of happy endings, why don't you come with us?
Fantasy: Dr. Jekyll? Dr. J? Mr. Hyde: My name... is MR HYDE!
Horror: Sixteen men on a dead man's stomach... Fantasy: No, no! Chest! Chest!
Richard Tyler: Hey! How'd you get here? Fantasy: Quit it! We are in the presence of the Pagemaster. Richard Tyler: I *know* who he is. He's the guy who did all THIS to me! Do you have any idea what I've been through? The Pagemaster: Tell me. Richard Tyler: I was nearly torn to shreds by a crazy doctor, I was made a slave to a bunch of mangy pirates, and eaten. Got that? Eaten by a fire-breathing dragon! Horror: He don't mean it, my Pagemaster. He don't mean it. Richard Tyler: Not to mention being tossed, squashed, and scared practically to death! The Pagemaster: Yet you stand before me. Richard Tyler: Well, yeah. The Pagemaster: Think, boy. What kind of an adventure would you have had if I brought you here with the turn of a page?
Adventure: Remember, mate, not all sharks are in the water.
Jamaican Pirate: One gold piece! This is your treasure, is it. Let's kill him and eat his parrot.
Dr. Jekyll: My boy, I derive no pleasure in telling you that you are in extreme danger. Richard Tyler: Danger? Dr. Jekyll: Even as we speak.
Telephone Operator: Due to the storm, all lines have been temporarily disconnected. Please try your call again later.
Tom Morgan: Give the word, Captain Silver, and I'll show you the color of his insides. Richard Tyler: Red, red, they're red! Long John Silver: Stow your cutlass, Tom, I want a better look at his outsides first.
Long John Silver: [swiping Richard's library card] A cabin boy don't need no library card.
Horror: [to Adventure] I know I'm not your favorite kind of book, but I could be just like you. Adventure: You'll *never* be Adventure! You ain't got the spine for it! Fantasy: Come on, honey, even books have spines!
Richard Tyler: Do I click my heels or something? Fantasy: You're in the wrong story, honey.
Alan Tyler: He's afraid of tuna-fish sandwiches. Claire Tyler: Mercury levels in the tuna-fish sandwiches.
Richard Tyler: Fantasy! Fantasy: Naturally. Who were you expecting, honey? The Tooth Fairy?
Horror: We are lusty, adventurous men.
Fantasy: What do you mean grabbing a person by the pantyhose like that? Now I've got to straighten out my Little Mermaid underwear.
Fantasy: What is this? Richard Tyler: It's a library card. Fantasy: I'm a book, honey, I can read.
[repeated line] Richard Tyler: This is not good, definitely not good.
Fantasy: You know this short story? Richard Tyler: He's Adventure. Fantasy: Honey, that's what they all say.