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And over here, Sweet Osmanthus,

African violets, gloxinias.

Well, they're perfectly beautiful!

Thank you.

I know I'm sometimes a bit of a bore about my hobby,

but, uh, before we discuss your advertising campaign,

I'd like to show you my pride and joy.

Ooh!

This is a black Peruvian rose.

A Peruvian rose?

Yes. A Peruvian Rose is very rare,

but a black Peruvian rose is almost unheard of.

It took me nine years

of experimental cross-pollination

to produce this bloom.

Did you hear that, honey?

Sam, what's wrong?

Uh... I feel a little strange.

Strange?

Uh, dizzy. I I don't understand it.

Call a doctor. Don't worry, honey.

We'll get you right to the hospital.

You don't have a thing to worry...

Well, don't just stand there, call a doctor!

Darrin, I'll be all right.

Don't be alarmed, Darrin.

A little dizzy spell is to be expected

when a girl is, uh...

"Uhhh" has nothing to do with it.

People like her don't get sick.

Shh! Darrin!

You feeling any better?

About the same. Now don't worry, honey.

I'm sure it's nothing.

You've never been sick before.

I've never been pregnant before.

Would you bring me the tray?

I'm gonna call the doctor again.

But, Darrin, you called him 10 minutes ago.

He'll call back as soon as he...

No arguments.

What happened?

I have a feeling we're calling the wrong doctor.

You think we need a specialist?

Mm-hmm.

A witch doctor.

My magic is on the blink.

Honey, your witchcraft not working could mean

there's something seriously wrong.

N-now, Darrin, don't be upset.

I-I'm just tired.

Maybe my execution of the spell was sloppy.

Sam, don't try to make me feel good.

Now, normally, I'd be pleased if your witchcraft didn't work,

but not if it means you're sick.

Try something else.

The window.

Try opening the window.

Darrin... Sam... the window.

Go on.

That did it. I'm calling the doctor.

Darrin, now what good would that do?

What are you gonna tell him?

My wife's witchcraft is out of whack?

Of course not. But there's something wrong,

and I'll feel a lot better after he's checked you over.

Abner, a car just drove up in front of the Stephens'.

It's a doctor. I can tell by his bag.

He went right in. How about that?

Gladys, you were born 100 years too late.

What do you mean by that?

You'd have made a great town crier.

Do you think I ought to take over some of my chicken soup?

No. Why not?

There's a city ordinance against poisoning people.

Darrin, try to relax.

Dr. Anton said I was just fine.

We know better.

Well?

Honey, I won't feel relaxed

until you're completely back to normal.

How's your...?

I don't know.

Let's see if I can put the window back together.

Oh...

I'm beginning to understand how Aunt Clara feels.

What can it possibly be?

I don't know. I wish Mother were here.

I bet she'd know something about all this.

Can't you concentrate? Figure out where she is?

Nope. I already tried.

When Mother wants to make herself scarce,

nobody can find her.

Isn't there anyone else?

Well... there's Aunt Clara.

Yoo-hoo.

Can I come in?

I knocked at your front door, but I guess you didn't hear me.

No, uh, we didn't.

Well, I didn't want to knock very loud,

in case it would disturb you.

I saw the doctor drive up and, uh,

I thought maybe a little chicken soup might...

Ooh!

What's the matter?

What's the door doing here?

Well, it, uh... It leads to another room.

Over the front lawn?

Cantilevered.

We're adding a nursery.

Ah!

The room hasn't been built yet.

You mean... you put a door in the wall first?

How else would we

get into the room to build it?

Thank you very much for bringing the chicken soup, Mrs. Kravitz.

Well, uh...

they always say, "Chicken soup is always...

Aah!

What's the matter with her?

I don't know.

I guess the poor woman's seen so many strange things,

that she's probably... She...

Sam, your face!

What's the matter with it?

It's covered with spots.

Square... green spots.

Square green spots, all over her face, Abner.

What do you think of that?

So?

How can you be so calm?

Nobody ever had square green spots before.

Nobody ever had your chicken soup before.

Have you any idea what's the matter?

I think her magic has gone to pot,

and she's developed square green spots.

Aunt Clara, we thought maybe you'd know what disease I have.

Well, uh, judging from the symptoms,

I should think it's, uh, a square-green-spot disease.

Is that serious?

No, I don't think so.

It's inconvenient, and, uh...

it lasts a whole year.

A year?!

Yes. Usually only witches in Peru get it.

Aunt Clara...

we were looking at a Peruvian rose earlier.

Could that have had anything to do with it?

Was it a black rose?

Oh... dear.

That explains... Explains everything.

You know, a Peruvian black rose was a part of the formula

that they used to drive the witches out of Peru.

I didn't know they had witches in Peru.

Well, they haven't. It worked.

Well, Aunt Clara,

you said the disease is not serious,

but Sam's pregnant!

Oh, really?

Well, I I've never known it to have that effect before.

Never.

Aunt Clara, Darrin wants to know

if my having the disease while pregnant is serious.

Well, there's only one way to find that out.

Ask a Peruvian witch who was pregnant

when she got the square-green-spot disease.

Offhand, I, uh...

I think the chances of finding her is...

not too good.

Isn't there anything we can do?

Well, if I only had the right ingredients,

I could whip up a brew that would get rid of it like that.

You could?

Why, of course.

Darrin, now, would you mind running out

and picking up some items I need?

Of course not, Aunt Clara.

There's a drug store right here in the neighborhood.

Stays open all night. Oh.

Exactly what do you need, Aunt Clara?

Well, now, let me see.

I think you'd better make a list.

Well, now, let me see... Two bat wings.

Uh, half a pint of porpoise milk.

And be sure it's fresh.

Four eye of newt.

And, uh... an ostrich feather.

One.

Yes, that's it. Got that, dear?

Yes, Aunt Clara,

but where am I gonna get all these things?

Oh, well, I'll give you the address

of a little place that I shop.

Wilbur... Wilbur, there's no use sending me anymore brooms.

I just can't move them.

The young witches today just wouldn't be caught dead on one.

Come in, come in.

Wilbur, let's face it,

they just don't give a hang for tradition anymore.

No, can't think of a thing I need, Wilbur.

Oh, except, uh, half a dozen tail of iguana.

Uh-huh. Okay. No rush, Wilbur.

Well, what can I do for...

Oh, I suppose you're wondering about the phone?

Uh, yes, I was.

Well, as a matter of fact, up till last week,

I did use a crystal ball,

but then I finally decided to try the phone.

Why fight progress, right?

I guess so.

Now, sir, what can I do for you?

Oh, well, it's all right here.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh, porpoise milk.

Porpoise milk.

Please make sure it's fresh.

Fresh?

Why, I milked the porpoise myself this morning.

Here we are.

Now, four eye of... Four eye of...?

Oh, what's that?

Uh, "newt," I think.

Oh, yes, right over there in that jar.

Help yourself.

I find most of my customers

like to pick out their own eye of newt.

♪ Bat wings, bat wings ♪

♪ Ba-ba-ba ba-bat wings ♪

You're, uh, sure you don't want the whole bat?

No, thanks. Just the wings.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Would you believe it?

You're the first customer I've had in here in days?

Business slow?

Mmm. Witch supply business just ain't what it used to be.

Nowadays, everybody uses them instant spells.

Just one quick incantation, it's all over.

Well, now, is that gonna be all?

One ostrich feather.

Oh, I am sorry.

We're fresh out of ostrich feathers.

Now, where...? Where did I put my abacus?

Ah! Here we are.

I've got to get an ostrich feather.

He tried to steal your what?

My ostrich feather.

Came right up to me on the street,

and said, "I want your feather."

Sergeant, I offered to buy her feather.

We'll get to you later.

Go on.

Well, I said I had no intention of selling my feather.

And then I started to leave.

But he followed me.

I see.

Okay, what's your story?

Well, sergeant, I, uh...

I know my behavior must seem very strange,

but I do have an explanation.

Oh, I can hardly wait.

First of all, I didn't want the feather for myself.

So far, so good.

It was for my wife.

You see, I promised her one,

and I didn't want to disappoint her.

Secondly, as I pointed out before,

I offered to buy the feather.

At no time did I, uh, try to take it by force.

Lady, do you wanna prefer any charges?

Well...

Well, since no actual damage was done to my feather,

I guess not.

Okay. You can go.

Oh, may I say something before the lady leaves?

Go ahead.

Would you take $30 for it?

You never give up, do you?

You've got the guts of a lion, you know that?

Sergeant, do I look like the type of man who would go around

accosting ladies in the middle of the night?

No. No, I must admit you don't.

You seem normal enough.

Well, thank you, sergeant.

By the way, what's in the bag?

Oh, just some things I bought. May I go now?

Just as soon as you tell me the contents of the bag.

Does it matter?

It matters. What's in the bag?

Uh, two bat wings, half a pint of porpoise milk...

four eye of newt.

You remember what I said about you seeming normal?

Forget it.

Abner, he's back.

Mr. Stephens is back.

Come to bed, Gladys.

I bet she has some strange disease,

and we could catch it.

Abner, you wanna wake up with something strange?

I've been doing that for 20 years.

Why change now?

Very funny.

So they finally let me go,

but the whole experience was rather nerve wracking.

Oh, you poor thing.

Never mind about me, I'm worried about you.

They seem to be getting bigger.

Never mind. When I get my potion,

she'll be as right as rain.

But aren't you still missing one ostrich feather?

Oh, uh, yes. Yes.

Well, I'll try to conjure one up.

Now, cross your fingers.

Is that part of the spell?

No, but I need all the luck I can get.

Now, one... ostrich feather...

Prankus stoatus... nicksby... rashby!

I didn't realize they were that big, you know.

There now.

Is that enough, Aunt Clara?

I think so.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Well... to my health.

Blech.

How about the...?

Let's see, I'd better start with something small.

I'll try and turn out that lamp.

Well, it went out, all right. But not the right way.

Aunt Clara, are you sure

you got all the ingredients right?

Oh, yes, yes. There's the porpoise milk,

the, uh, bat wings, the eye of newt, and, uh...

Oh! Of course!

Mmm! The hair of the dog.

Aunt Clara, will you tell me exactly what you want?

Uh, yes. Yes.

Now, I want four petals of a black Peruvian rose.

Now, do you, uh, do you know anyone

that has a black Peruvian Rose?

The police should be arriving in 30 seconds.

I take it you have some explanation

for your incomprehensible act?

Yes, but you'd never believe it.

You know, I had a feeling I'd be seeing you here again.

But I didn't think it would be so soon.

I do have an explanation.

No, let me guess.

You wanted the flower for you wife, right?

Yes, but... Book him.

Now, we've got to get Darrin out of jail

and back here with the flower.

Are you sure you have the right spell, Aunt Clara?

Oh, yes, my spells are getting closer every minute.

This is gonna be a bull's-eye.

So?

Listen, you've got to deliver this flower.

Otherwise, I won't be responsible

for the consequences.

Look, you're entitled to one phone call and you had that.

Now go to sleep. Come back here!

You don't realize how important this is!

Look, I don't wanna hear another word...

Sergeant?

Hey, sergeant!

Four.

Let's try it again.

It worked!

Honey, it worked!

Oh!

Now, we'd better get you back to jail,

before they discover Aunt Clara.

You're right.

I'm in enough trouble with that breaking-and-entering charge,

without adding escaping from jail.

Don't worry about it. We'll work something out.

I'll see you in the morning.

See for yourself, sarge.

I turned my back for a moment,

and there was this little old lady...

I swear she was there.

What did you do with that old lady?

She just flew out, straight through the wall.

That's enough out of you.

Now, Joe, look, why don't you just take the night off?

Don't be embarrassed.

I mean, the job gets to all of us...

I'm retired,

and you drag me out of bed at 7:00 in the morning.

Some retirement.

Abner, I told you!

Sure, you told me.

Mrs. Stephens has square green spots all over her.

Do I have the whole thing correct?

You'll see! You'll see!

Oh, hello, we just...

They're gone! They're all gone!

My wife says you weren't

feeling well, Mrs. Stephens.

Well, I'm fine now. It was just one of those 12-hour bugs.

Well, come on, Gladys.

Glad you're feeling better, Mrs. Stephens.

Thank you, Mr. Kravitz.

I-I-I wonder

if I could have my soup dish back?

Oh, yes, of course. It's upstairs. I'll get it.

Oh, no, no. I'll get it.

You've been sick. Heh-heh.

Mmm.

Somebody's knocking at the door!

Somebody's knocking!

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock,

knock, knock, knock, knock...

Overactive thyroid.

I know how to cure an overactive thyroid.

You take the left ear of a kangaroo,

and the whiskers of a weasel...

Thanks, Aunt Clara, I'll tell him.

Well, I know just the same.

Sam, I don't get it.

First Norton drops the charges,

then he agrees to come over here

and talk to me.

When you talked to him, did he say why?

No, not in so many words.

You haven't been, uh...?

Oh, no. Of course not, darling.

At least, not yet.

Sam... Oh, that must be Mr. Norton.

Now, why don't you let him in,

and ask him out here for a cup of coffee?

It's absolutely incredible!

How did you do it?

Oh, it was easy. A little perseverance, and suddenly,

everything was coming up black Peruvian roses.

Sam, you're not supposed to be around those!

Now, don't worry,

Aunt Clara said I could only get it once.

You won't go back on our bargain?

Bargain?

Uh, yes. As long as we picked one of Mr. Norton's roses,

I promised him a cutting from one of our

black Peruvian rose bushes.

Oh. Well, Mr. Norton, I want you to know

that I'll understand if you request

another account executive.

Darrin, all I know is, a man whose wife

can raise black Peruvian roses can't be all bad.

She's something pretty special.

Special?

Mrs. Stephens, you must be

the greatest horticulturist in the country.

Or, some sort of a... A magician.

Oh, not at all, Mr. Norton.

I simply have a green...

Uh, nose! Uh, thumb!

Yes, thumb.