Original subtitles

(theme music playing)

Announcer: ROBERT YOUNG...

AND JANE WYATT.

(laughter)

WITH ELINOR DONAHUE, BILLY GRAY, AND LAUREN CHAPIN...

MOMMY, LOOK WHAT I GOT! A MAGIC SET!

A REAL GENUINE VOODOO MAGIC SET!

THE INSTRUCTIONS SAY THIS'LL GIVE ME REAL MAGIC POWERS, HONEST.

I JUST WAVE THE WAND AND SAY SOME MAGIC STUFF,

AND I CAN CHANGE PEOPLE INTO ANIMALS

AND MAKE THINGS DISAPPEAR AND ALL THAT.

WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE YOU INTO... A COW?

RIGHT NOW I'M ALREADY CHANGING INTO A PLUMBER.

I DON'T THINK THIS SET HELPS WITH PLUMBERS.

MOSTLY FOR ANIMALS, I THINK.

OKAY, NOW, MOMMY... I'LL SHOW YOU HOW IT WORKS.

LOOK ME SQUARE IN THE EYE.

COME ON, LOOK AT ME!

KATHY, I HAVEN'T GOT TIME TO FOOL AROUND RIGHT NOW.

I'M NOT FOOLING. I CAN REALLY DO THIS...

I THINK.

OKAY, NOW.

VOODOO, HOODOO... ZABBA ZELL.

MAGIC POWDER...

UH-OH. I FORGOT THE MAGIC POWDER.

OH! KATHY! DON'T DO THAT!

I HAD TO. IT WON'T WORK IF I DON'T.

IT SAYS RIGHT HERE.

OKAY, NOW. VOODOO, HOODOO... ZABBA ZELL.

MAGIC POWDER WORK THY SPELL.

HEED MY WORDS AND HEED THEM WELL.

YOU ARE NOW...

DON'T GO AWAY! I HAVE TO TURN THE PAGE.

A RABBIT!

GOOD. ANYBODY GOT A CARROT? WHAT'S UP, DOC?

IT DIDN'T WORK.

(chuckles)

BOY, THEY SURE DON'T MAKE TOYS

LIKE THEY USED TO.

THOUGHT ALL'S I'D HAVE TO DO

WAS WAVE THIS OLD WAND AND I COULD CHANGE STUFF

AND MAKE THINGS DISAPPEAR AND...

Margaret: GO OUT AND PLAY, KATHY.

Kathy: OKAY, MOMMY.

COME ON, JOE. I GOT 'EM.

(whispers) OKAY, JOE, HERE.

MAN, THEY'RE KEEN.

HAVANA, CUBA.

MY DAD SMOKES THE BEST.

DID YOU HAVE ANY TROUBLE SMUGGLING THEM OUT OF YOUR DAD'S DEN?

NO. MOM JUST THOUGHT I WAS GOING

TO TAKE MY REGULAR THURSDAY MUSIC LESSON.

WE'RE OKAY IF SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER TODAY'S FRIDAY.

WELL, LET'S LIGHT UP.

OKAY, BOY.

I CAN HARDLY WAIT.

Kathy: VOODOO, HOODOO... ZABBA ZELL.

MAGIC POWDER... GET OUT OF HERE, SHRIMP!

DON'T GET SO JUMPY.

ALL I WANT TO DO IS TURN YOU INTO...

TURN US INTO WHO?

ANYTHING YOU WANT TO... RABBITS, CATS, BIRDS.

I CAN DO IT, TOO, 'CAUSE I KNOW MAGIC NOW.

WHAT ARE YOU HIDING BEHIND YOUR BACKS?

NOTHING. GET OUT OF HERE, KATHY.

WHAT'S THIS FOR?

NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. SCRAM!

I WANT TO SEE YOU BLOW IT.

I'M GONNA SEE YOU BLOW... RIGHT NOW!

NOW BEAT IT! DON'T PUSH, OR I'LL CALL MOMMY!

YOU MAKE ME SICK.

I WISH I WOULD MAKE YOU SICK.

GO ON, BEAT IT.

AH, DROP DEAD! SCRAM, KID!

YOU, TOO, DROP DEAD!

KIDS. THEY DRIVE A MAN CRAZY.

YEAH.

WELL... SMOKE UP, BOY.

YEAH.

WELL... GO AHEAD.

YOU CAN BE FIRST. THEY'RE YOUR CIGARS.

SURE. UH...

YOU CAN BE FIRST IF YOU WANT TO.

THIS IS YOUR HOUSE.

OKAY.

YOU BET!

UH, BUD?

HAVE YOU SMOKED BEFORE?

(scoffs)

HOW ABOUT YOU?

(scoffs)

GETS TO BE SORT OF A HABIT, I GUESS.

WELL, HERE GOES.

YOU KNOW, OLD EDDIE MILLER DIDN'T EVEN KNOW

WHICH END OF THE CIGAR TO PUT IN HIS MOUTH.

NO KIDDIN'? (laughs)

WHICH END DO YOU?

WELL... THIS END HERE.

OR THIS ONE. I FORGET WHICH.

WELL, THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.

HERE GOES.

NOW, DON'T YOU WORRY, FLUFFY.

THIS MAGIC STUFF WON'T HURT A BIT.

IT'S JUST A LITTLE DAMP

SO THE MAGIC POWDER WILL STICK ON BETTER.

I'M GONNA CHANGE YOU INTO A LITTLE RABBIT.

STEADY, NOW, FLUFFY.

(meowing) VOODOO, HOODOO... ZABBA ZELL.

MAGIC POWDER, WORK THY SPELL.

HEED MY WORDS AND HEED THEM WELL.

FLUFFY, YOU ARE NOW... A RABBIT!

(meows)

OKAY, THEN. TURN INTO ANYTHING YOU WANT!

A DOG, A COW, A BIRD.

A BIG, SILLY BIRD WITH FLAPPING WINGS!

I DON'T CARE.

(car horn honks)

OH, HI, DADDY!

WELL, HELLO THERE, SULTAN.

THAT'S A FINE NEW HAT YOU HAVE.

BOY, DADDY, I SURE GOT GYPPED TODAY.

AGAIN?

I TRADED PATTY DAVIS MY OLD ROLLER SKATES

FOR THIS MAGIC SET, BUT NOTHING!

I SEE. SOMETIMES THE MAGIC POWERS

HAVE GONE OUT OF THOSE SECONDHAND SETS.

ON THE OTHER HAND, MAYBE YOU HAVEN'T GIVEN IT ENOUGH TIME.

WHY DON'T YOU TRY, SAY, UH...

ANOTHER HALF HOUR?

WELL, I KNOW IT WON'T WORK, BUT I'LL TRY.

(laughs)

(chirping)

FLUFFY! YOU DID IT!

DADDY, I JUST TURNED FLUFFY INTO A BIRD!

BUD... SHH.

THAT'S MY DAD.

BUD?

DO YOU WANT TO... SORT OF...

QUIT FOR A WHILE?

NO, I'M ENJOYING THIS.

OH.

SO AM I.

SO AM I.

HELLO, HONEY. HELLO, DEAR.

I'M GLAD YOU'RE HOME. WE HAVE A BIG DRIP UNDER THE SINK.

OH, REALLY? ANYONE WE KNOW?

DON'T BE SO HILARIOUS. JUST ROLL UP YOUR SLEEVES

AND SEE IF YOU CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT'S CAUSING IT.

HERE'S YOUR TROUBLE RIGHT HERE.

THIS WRENCH IS TOO SMALL.

I'LL GET YOU A BIGGER ONE TO WORK WITH.

WHAT WOULD I EVER DO WITHOUT YOU?

WELL, DON'T EVER TRY TO FIND OUT.

HEY, MOMMY! THIS SET WORKS AFTER ALL!

THAT'S NICE, DEAR. SEE? IT'S RIGHT HERE.

I JUST CHANGED FLUFFY INTO A BIRD.

THAT'S GOOD.

BUT I CAN'T GET HER DOWN OUT OF THE TREE.

I THOUGHT MAYBE SOME FOOD WOULD BRING HER DOWN.

HEY, WHAT KIND OF FOOD SHALL I GIVE?

BIRD FOOD OR CAT FOOD?

WELL, THAT IS A PROBLEM.

WHAT YOU NEED IS SOME BIRD-NIP.

HEY, I GOT IT!

BREADED PORK CHOP!

FOR A BIRD?

SURE. FIRST, THE BIRD WILL START ON THE BREAD CRUMBS, SEE?

AND BY THE TIME SHE GETS DOWN TO THE MEAT,

I'LL HAVE HER CHANGED BACK INTO A CAT.

(laughs)

WHAT A WONDERFUL IMAGINATION.

YOU'D ALMOST THINK SHE REALLY BELIEVES ALL THAT.

COME ON, FLUFFY.

COME DOWN AND SEE WHAT KATHY HAS FOR YOU.

COME ON, KITTY.

HERE, KITTY, KITTY, KITTY, KITTY!

HERE, KITTY, KITTY, KITTY!

KATHY, HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MIND? HUH?

THERE ISN'T ANY KITTEN UP THERE.

YES, THERE IS. SEE THAT BIRD?

THAT'S MY LITTLE KITTEN FLUFFY.

OH, BROTHER. I'D BETTER GET YOU IN THE HOUSE

BEFORE THEY COME AFTER YOU WITH A NET.

LET GO OF ME!

OR I MIGHT JUST CHANGE YOU INTO A... HYENA OR SOMETHING.

OH, SURE. COME ON.

WELL, I CAN DO IT! 'CAUSE I'M MAGIC NOW!

OH, POOH.

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU'RE POOH-ING.

THIS IS DANGEROUS STUFF TO MONKEY AROUND WITH.

COME ON, CHANDU, OR I'LL GIVE YOU A HIT IN THE HEAD.

LET GO, OR YOU'LL GET HIT IN THE HEAD!

HEY, BE CAREFUL, SONNY!

DON'T BLAME HIM, BLAME ME.

YOU?

WHAT I SAY COMES TRUE.

AND WOE BE TO THEM WHO DOUBTS ME.

OKAY, TURN ON THE FAUCET.

I DON'T THINK IT'LL DRIP ANYMORE.

OH! (mumbles)

OH! TURN IT OFF!

OH, YOU'RE RIGHT, DEAR. IT DOESN'T DRIP ANYMORE.

NOW IT GUSHES. ISN'T THAT RIGHT?

YEAH, YOU'D BETTER CALL THE PLUMBER TOMORROW.

YOU MUST'VE DONE SOMETHING TO IT.

ME?! ALL I DID WAS PUT...

BUD, DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PIPES...

BUD, WHAT'S THE MATTER? ARE YOU ILL?

(weakly) NO, I'M FINE.

BUT YOU LOOK AWFUL.

I'M OKAY. I'M JUST A LITTLE TIRED.

I'M GONNA GO UPSTAIRS AND LIE DOWN.

PROBABLY JUST HUNGRY. HOW ABOUT A LITTLE SNACK,

LIKE A NICE BANANA SPLIT?

OHH.

I THINK MAYBE HE REALLY IS ILL. HE CERTAINLY LOOKS IT.

I'LL HAVE TO ADMIT, ANY TIME THAT KID TURNS DOWN FOOD,

IT'S FAIRLY SERIOUS.

MAYBE I'D BETTER CHECK.

(groaning)

HOW DO YOU FEEL, OLD MAN?

UHH, I FEEL FINE.

I'LL BET. YOU LOOK GOOD, TOO.

YOU GOT A HEADACHE? NO.

PAINS IN YOUR STOMACH? UH-UH.

DO YOU HURT ANYWHERE?

I FEEL GREAT.

WHY DON'T YOU GET UP, THEN?

I WOULD IF I DIDN'T FEEL SO AWFUL.

IS YOUR FATHER STILL UPSTAIRS WITH BUD?

I GUESS SO. YOU KNOW, I TRIED TO GET HER TO COME INSIDE,

AND SHE THREATENED TO TURN ME INTO A HYENA.

Kathy: MOMMY!

I CAN'T EVEN FIND FLUFFY ANYMORE!

SHE FLEW AWAY, AND I MAY NEVER SEE HER AGAIN.

I WON'T HEAR HER CLIMBING ON THE PORCH ROOF

AND SCRATCHING AT MY WINDOW TO GET IN.

IS THERE ANY WAY YOU CAN UNDO THIS VOODOO STUFF?

AWW, I'M AFRAID I'M NOT MUCH OF AN EXPERT ON VOODOO.

OH, HOW IS HE?

WELL, HE SEEMS TO BE SICK, ALL RIGHT,

BUT IT'S THE STRANGEST ILLNESS.

HE HAS THE ODDEST SYMPTOMS.

HE CLAIMS HE CAN SEE SPOTS NOT ONLY IN FRONT OF HIS HEAD,

BUT ALSO BEHIND HIM.

HIS EYES ARE READ AND HIS FACE IS GREEN.

AND HE ASKED ME NOT TO TIP HIS BED,

AND I WASN'T EVEN STANDING NEAR IT.

WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?

I DON'T KNOW. I THINK I'LL CALL DR. CONRAD.

BUD STOUTLY MAINTAINS HE FEELS GREAT,

BUT HE THINKS HE'S GOING TO DIE.

NO! DON'T LET HIM! DON'T LET HIM DIE!

KITTEN, BUD ISN'T GOING TO DIE.

YES, HE IS, AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT!

BUT I DIDN'T MEAN TO! HONEST, I DIDN'T!

ANGEL, WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT DID YOU DO?

I PUT A CURSE ON HIM.

I MAGICKED HIM!

OH, KATHY, YOU CAN'T DO THAT.

YES, I CAN. EVERYTHING I SAY COMES TRUE.

AND I TOLD BUD I WISHED HE'D GET SICK AND DIE!

OH, NOW, HONEY.

YOU MUSTN'T BELIEVE ANY OF THAT.

BUT IT'S TRUE! WHAT ABOUT FLUFFY?

I CHANGED HER INTO A BIRD.

AND WHAT ABOUT BETTY? I WISHED SHE'D GET HIT IN THE HEAD,

AND SHE DID! DIDN'T YOU?

WELL, IT WAS JUST A COINCIDENCE.

IT MUST'VE BEEN.

I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID TO BUD!

OH, NOW, HONEY, YOU MUST BELIEVE

THAT YOU HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.

BUD'S JUST SICK WITH...

WELL, WITH SOMETHING.

WITH VOODOO!

OH, GOLLY... JOE PHILLIPS!

HE'S GOING TO DIE, TOO!

I VOODOOED HIM, TOO, RIGHT OUT IN THE BACKYARD.

OH, POOR JOE!

NOW, WAIT A MINUTE, KITTEN.

YOU MUSTN'T BELIEVE SUCH THINGS.

IF I PROVE TO YOU THAT JOE IS PERFECTLY ALL RIGHT,

WILL YOU STOP BELIEVING THIS VOODOO NONSENSE?

WELL... WHAT ABOUT BUD?

AND WHAT ABOUT FLUFFY?!

I'M SURE FLUFFY'S AROUND SOMEWHERE...

AS A CAT, NOT AS A BIRD.

BUD WILL PROBABLY BE JUST AS WELL AS ANY OF US BY MORNING.

NOW, COME ON. WILL YOU GIVE ME A CHANCE TO PROVE TO YOU

THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC?

WELL... ALL RIGHT.

BUT I SAW FLUFFY FLY AWAY!

I'LL LET YOU TALK TO JOE YOURSELF,

SO YOU'LL BE COMPLETELY CONVINCED.

WELL, MAYBE IT HASN'T HIT HIM YET.

HELLO, MRS. PHILLIPS? THIS IS BUD'S FATHER,

AND I'D LIKE TO TALK TO JOE, IF HE'S HOME.

NO.

JOE'S DEATHLY SICK, AND THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM.

(sobs)

(sobbing)

NOW, LISTEN, YOU'VE GOT TO GET SOME SENSE INTO THAT HEAD OF YOURS.

YOU COULDN'T POSSIBLY WORK ANY MAGIC.

OH, TURN BL...

NO, I DIDN'T SAY IT! I DIDN'T!

CANCEL IT! DOUBLE CANCEL IT!

RUB-OUT! NO GO!

OH, I WISH I WASN'T MAGIC!

Jim: BETTY, COME HERE.

YES, FATHER.

THAT WAS A GREAT BIT OF PSYCHOLOGY YOU WERE USING.

WELL, GOOD HEAVENS, HOW COULD SHE ACTUALLY BELIEVE

THERE'S ANY SUPERNATURAL POWER

IN A LITTLE CHEESE-CLOTH TURBAN AND A WAND

THAT LOOKS LIKE A CHEAP CIGAR?

OHH!

THE WAY HE'S CARRYING ON,

YOU'D THINK HE REALLY WAS GOING TO DIE.

YEAH. I WISH THE DOCTOR WOULD HURRY UP AND GET HERE.

HOW ARE THEY?

THEY'RE BOTH A LITTLE BARMY, IF YOU ASK ME.

I THINK BUD WILL FEEL MUCH BETTER WHEN HE HAS SOMETHING TO EAT.

LOOK, BUD.

I BROUGHT YOU SOME NICE, HOT CHICKEN BROTH.

OH, NO, MOM! I DON'T WANT ANY!

YOU'LL FEEL MUCH BETTER IF YOU TAKE A LITTLE NOURISHMENT.

TAKE IT AWAY! OHH! BUD! BE CAREFUL!

(sobbing)

OH, I THOUGHT YOU'D ALREADY... GONE.

I'M NOT GOING ANYPLACE. I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE.

HERE, YOU CAN HAVE MY BANK.

IF YOU'LL HURRY, MAYBE THERE'S STILL TIME

TO BUY SOMETHING BEFORE YOU D...

WELL, YOU KNOW.

GO AWAY, WILL YOU?

YOU CAN HAVE THIS, TOO.

IT'S YOURS ANYWAY.

LEAVE ME ALONE!

CAN'T YOU SEE I'M SICK? MAYBE I'M DYING.

YES, I KNOW. THAT'S WHY I WANT YOU TO HAVE THESE THINGS.

IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN FIX YOU FOR YOUR...

LAST MEAL?

A BANANA SPLIT?

STOP TALKING ABOUT EATING!

SCRAM!

MY OWN BROTHER!

WHY DID I EVER DO IT?

DEAR FRIEND GOD...

I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS YOUR DEPARTMENT,

BUT IF YOU CAN,

PLEASE UNDO THIS VOODOO STUFF I DID.

I DIDN'T KNOW I'D BE SO GOOD AT IT.

PLEASE DON'T LET BUD DIE. PLEASE!

AND IF YOU CAN'T UNDO IT,

LET IT BE ME INSTEAD OF BUD.

OR... WAIT A MINUTE.

I'D BETTER THINK THAT OVER FIRST.

KATHY.

I'M SORRY I TALKED TO YOU THE WAY I DID.

I DIDN'T MEAN IT, SHRIMP.

I GUESS IT'S 'CAUSE I FELT LIKE I WAS GONNA DIE.

BUT I'M FEELING BETTER NOW.

ALREADY?

BUT WAIT. IT'LL BE MY TURN NOW!

I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS!

OR DID I?

OH, WHY DON'T I KEEP MY BIG, FAT MOUTH SHUT?

BUD, WILL YOU DO SOMETHING FOR ME?

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

WILL YOU...

WAIT. I GUESS I'D BETTER BE IN BED WHEN IT HAPPENS.

BUD, BEFORE I... DIE... WILL YOU PROMISE ME

THAT IF A LITTLE BIRD COMES SCRATCHING AT MY WINDOW,

YOU'LL LET IT IN?

'CAUSE, YOU SEE,

THAT'S MY LITTLE KITTEN FLUFFY.

YEAH. YEAH, SURE.

AND ONE MORE THING.

FOR MY LAST MEAL,

WILL YOU FIX ME THAT BANANA SPLIT INSTEAD OF YOU?

YEAH.

UH... SURE.

FIRST BUD COMES DOWN WITH SOME MYSTERIOUS AILMENT,

THE KATHY PREDICTS JOE PHILLIPS' ILLNESS.

IT ALMOST SEEMS AS THOUGH THERE ACTUALLY IS SOME VOODOO AT WORK AROUND HERE.

FOR THE LIFE OF ME, I CAN'T...

COULD YOU GO OUT IN THE BACKYARD

AND LOOK FOR A TROMBONE?

AS SOON AS I FINISH GRATING... TROMBONE?

BETTY, NOT YOU, TOO?

IT BELONGS TO JOE. HIS MOTHER JUST PHONED.

SHE SAID JOE LOST HIS TROMBONE TODAY.

HOW COULD YOU LOSE ANYTHING THAT BIG?

JOE COULD. HE THINKS HE LEFT IT IN OUR BACKYARD,

AND HIS MOTHER'S AFRAID IT'S GONNA RAIN TONIGHT,

SO WOULD YOU GO OUT AND LOOK FOR IT?

THAT'S ALL I NEED TO MAKE THE DAY COMPLETE.

HERE, YOU FINISH THIS.

ANY CHANGE IN EITHER OF THE CHILDREN?

I DON'T KNOW. I HAVEN'T BEEN UPSTAIRS...

WELL, LOOK WHAT JUST CRAWLED BACK FROM THE JAWS OF DEATH.

GOT ANY ICE CREAM, MOM?

BUD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF BED?

I'M GONNA FIX A BANANA SPLIT FOR KATHY.

FOR KATHY? YOU'RE SICKER THAN I THOUGHT.

YOU'D BETTER GET BACK TO BED, BUD.

CUT IT. KATHY'S SICK.

YOU OUGHT TO CHECK ON HER. I THINK SHE'S OFF HER ROCKER.

OH, LOOK WHO'S TALKING.

KATHY'S ALL RIGHT. SHE'S JUST SUFFERING THE PANGS OF REMORSE

FOR THE TROUBLE SHE THINKS SHE'S CAUSED.

SHE SURE TALKS FUNNY. TO HEAR HER TALK,

YOU'D THINK THIS WAS HER LAST DAY ON EARTH.

(telephone rings) I'LL GET IT.

YOU OUGHT TO CHECK ON HER, MOM.

SHE MIGHT BE "PSYCHOROTIC".

HELLO? WHO?

IT'S JOE. JOE PHILLIPS.

CAN YOU TALK?

NO. NO, I CAN'T.

JUST LISTEN, THEN.

MY MOM CALLED YOUR PLACE,

AND TOLD SOMEBODY TO GO OUT AND LOOK FOR MY TROMBONE.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S LYING RIGHT BESIDE IT.

THOSE CIGAR BUTTS.

YEAH. YEAH.

SO YOU GET OUT THERE BEFORE ANYBODY ELSE DOES

OR WE'RE COOKED.

OH, AND HERE'S SOMETHING ELSE.

DON'T LET ANYBODY SMELL THE TOBACCO ON YOUR BREATH.

I THINK MY MOM COULD TELL IT ON ME.

OH! HERE SHE COMES. BYE.

BETTY GET ME AN ONION, WILL YOU?

OH! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING IN SUCH A RUSH?

NO PLACE. I, UH...

I WAS JUST GOING OUT IN BACK FOR A MINUTE.

I THINK I LEFT SOMETHING OUT THERE...

MY... MY CAP.

FATHER WILL PROBABLY FIND IT FOR YOU.

HE'S OUT THERE LOOKING FOR JOE'S TROMBONE.

WHAT? DAD'S OUT THERE?

YES, SO RELAX.

I'D BETTER GO OUT AND HELP HIM. (doorbell rings)

OH, NO, YOU COME WITH ME.

THAT MUST BE DR. CONRAD TO SEE YOU.

DR. CONRAD?! NO, I FEEL FINE, MOM. HONEST, I FEEL...

BUD, STOP ACTING THIS WAY. COME ON.

WELL... WELL, WAIT JUST A MINUTE.

HAVEN'T YOU GOT ANY GUM OR MINTS

OR SOME OF THOSE MAKE-YOUR-BREATH-SWEET MINTS?

YOU'RE NOT GOING OUT ON A DATE, DOPEY.

BUD, COME ON.

MOTHER, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH THIS ONION?

WHY DID HE HAVE TO TAKE UP THE TROMBONE?

THE PIANO WOULD'VE BEEN MUCH MORE SENSIBLE.

MM-HMM.

UH, COUGH.

(coughs)

THE ONLY THING I CAN FIND WRONG WITH THIS BOY

IS THAT HE'S A MIGHTY POOR COUGHER.

I BELIEVE HE GOT A HOLD OF SOMETHING

THAT DISAGREED WITH HIM TEMPORARILY.

DO YOU MIND? NOT AT ALL.

UH, WILL THE SMOKE BOTHER YOU, BUD?

NO, OF COURSE NOT.

I'D BETTER GO FIX THAT BANANA SPLIT FOR KATHY.

OH, AND SPEAKING OF KATHY,

I THINK YOU SHOULD HAVE A LOOK AT HER, DOCTOR.

OH, IS SHE ILL, TOO?

HEY, WHERE ARE YOU GOING, DOPEY?

OH.

BUD. I KNOW YOU BOYS ARE QUITE RESOURCEFUL,

BUT I'D LIKE TO ASK YOU A QUESTION.

WHEN YOU USE THIS AS A HOLDER...

AREN'T YOU IN DANGER OF BURNING YOUR EAR?

JUST WONDERING.

WHERE'S YOUR MOTHER?

SHE'S UPSTAIRS IN KATHY'S ROOM

WITH DR. CONRAD.

OH. BETTY, CALL MRS. PHILLIPS.

TELL HER WE FOUND THE TROMBONE.

AND IF SHE STILL WONDERS WHY JOE IS SICK...

NO, THAT'D BE SQUEALING, WOULDN'T IT?

ALL RIGHT! WHO ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION?

I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING.

OH, DOCTOR. I'M SORRY I WAS OUTSIDE WHEN YOU ARRIVED,

BUT I WAS DOING A LITTLE MEDICAL RESEARCH MYSELF.

I THINK I'VE DIAGNOSED BUD'S CASE.

NO. ARE YOU SURE?

WELL, NO WONDER HE TRIED TO SAY "OW" WITH HIS MOUTH CLOSED.

I GUESS HE WON'T TRY THAT AGAIN FOR A WHILE.

I WISH KATHY'S CASE WAS AS SIMPLE.

DOCTOR, TELL JIM WHAT YOU THINK.

WELL, JIM, WERE UP AGAINST A THING

CALLED A CHILD'S FAITH OR BELIEF.

IT MAY BE THE STRONGEST FORCE WE KNOW.

IT'S A PITY MORE OF US DON'T RETAIN IT.

HOWEVER, IN KATHY'S CASE,

SHE'S CONVINCED SHE'S GOING TO DIE.

SHE'S EVEN RECONCILED TO IT.

(cat meowing)

FLUFFY! YOU CAME BACK!

THANK YOU, GOD. THANK YOU FOR UNDOING THE MAGIC.

YOU'RE SURE NICE.

OH, FLUFFY, FLUFFY, FLUFFY!

SO, WE'LL HAVE TO GET THIS IDEA OUT OF HER HEAD SOMEWAY.

WE'LL HAVE TO THINK OF SOMETHING THAT WILL...

Kathy: MOMMY! DADDY!

LOOK. FLUFFY'S CHANGED BACK!

THE VOODOO'S UNDOED IT... OR UNDID IT... OR SOMETHING!

I'M GOING TO LIVE!

OH, KATHY, I'M SO HAPPY.

BOY, SO AM I, MOMMY.

AND I HOPE I NEVER DIE AGAIN

AS LONG AS I LIVE.

OKAY, JUST A MINUTE.

KATHY, TELEPHONE.

WHO IS IT?

PATTY DAVIS. SHE WANTS THE MAGIC SET BACK.

SHE SAID THE WHEELS FELL OFF THE ROLLER SKATES YOU TRADED HER.

WELL, SHE CAN HAVE IT BACK FOR ALL I CA...

HEY, BUD! THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!

YOU WERE GONNA FIX THAT FOR ME!

YOU'RE NOT SICK ANYMORE. FIX YOUR OWN.

OOH, I WISH YOU'D FALL DOWN AND BREAK...

NO! I DIDN'T SAY IT! I DIDN'T!

BUT YOU JUST WAIT!

PATTY, LISTEN. I'M GIVING THE MAGIC SET BACK TO YOU RIGHT NOW.

SO, IF IT'S YOURS, I'M NOT MAGIC ANYMORE, RIGHT?

GOOD!

OKAY, NOW, I WISH YOU'D FALL DOWN

AND BREAK YOUR HEAD!

I GUESS WE CAN HAVE DINNER NOW.

THINGS ARE BACK TO NORMAL.

(theme music playing)