(THEME PLAYING)
(BATS SCREECHING)
(SCREAMING)
HILDIE: Hurry up, Thomas.
Did you get the mouse whisker for the transformation potion?
In the cauldron with it.
(EXPLOSION)
(BUBBLING)
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
BEATIE: You sure it's only one mouse whisker?
You're not the only sorceress in the family
who can make a transformation potion.
BEATIE: Just the bestest, Sister.
HILDIE: That's what you think.
I'm pretty handy myself, you know.
Thomas, Jerry! Enough with you two!
Pestering cat, maddening mouse.
Off you go, top of house!
(TOM SCREAMING)
(WOOD CREAKING)
(SCREECHES)
(BOTH GIGGLING)
(GASPS)
(CLATTERING)
(HISSING)
(GASPS LOUDLY)
(TEETH CHATTERING)
BEATIE: What's wrong with him?
HILDIE: Gracious, Tom, it's not the first time we've summoned you.
BEATIE: Why, Sister, I think he's gone batty.
HILDIE: Yes, it appears so.
Perhaps getting some fresh marsh beetle larva will focus your mind.
Hurry, Tom!
BEATIE: Marsh beetle, huh? I prefer something more potent.
HILDIE: Last I checked, I'm the witch brewing this potion, not you.
So, back off.
You haven't come for the eye of a newt, have you?
(CRASHING)
I want to help, really, but I'm fresh out.
Why are you such a mess?
None of the sisters' crazy potions ever call for a cat.
Are we playing charades?
I love charades!
How many words?
Little Bo Peep.
The Loch Ness monster.
I'm dreadful at this game.
Ah, Jerry's been turned into a vampire.
Okay, I cheated.
(JERRY HISSING)
(TEETH CHATTERING)
HILDIE: If you're looking for fresh beetle larva,
I strongly suggest under the porch.
Yes, outside.
That's where porches generally are.
And cats who don't do as they're told.
Nope.
Try again.
It's purple, not yellow.
(HISSING)
(TEETH CHATTERING)
HILDIE: Did you find the beetle larva?
Good kitty.
BEATIE: I find letting the brew steep a good long while
allows the ingredients to create a stronger bond.
Perhaps, while we sleep.
(HISSING)
HILDIE: Yes, of course.
After I add the candied slugs that Thomas is getting.
(HISSING)
Now, cat!
BEATIE: Candied slugs? Interesting.
HILDIE: Shush, Beatie, you may be firstborn,
but it doesn't make you the wicked witch of all.
(TEETH CHATTERING)
Dracula's in his home. You're safe.
Whew!
A ladle, huh? That'll keep the vampires away.
I'm kidding.
(CRASHING)
But I do know what will.
Lived with one way back.
I've been working on a little demonstration.
See? There's three basic ways to get rid of a vampire.
First, there's sunlight, turns them into dust.
Then there's garlic, makes their breath stink.
And more importantly, go up in smoke.
And finally, a wooden stake through their heart usually does the trick.
It's the last resort.
It'll be morning soon, we can start then.
(BATS SCREECHING)
Morning, sunshine.
Now use the mirror to direct the sunlight into the hole.
Hey, easy, boy.
Let me help you.
The sisters are not gonna like that.
(SCREAMING)
It's impossible for your luck to get any worse.
-(SHATTERS) -(HISSING)
Try the garlic. Remember? Never fails.
Otherwise, you're destined to be one, too.
Get closer.
Have you never bowled?
Should I ask for rails?
(TEETH CHATTERING)
You can't stop now.
There's one last thing you can do.
The final resort.
Now, drive the stake through his tiny vampire heart.
You forgot the stake, didn't you?
Phew!
Tell me you're kidding.
(GIGGLING)
I think the little bloodsucker's gone mad.
I've got to stop getting involved with these two.
BEATIE: Good morning, Thomas.
You've been very busy, haven't you?
I don't love what you've done to the place.
That was mother's broom.
HILDIE: And grandmother's spell book.
Not to mention the smoke and the dust.
BEATIE: I think Tom needs a little fresh air...
In the dark woods. With the nose.
BOTH: Indoor cat, damages untold,
cast him out into the cold!
BEATIE: So long, cat, and goodbye, mouse.
I remember once turning a newt into a loaf of pumpkin bread.
It was very tasty.
HILDIE: I remember it being a bit dry myself.
I don't think I taste very good.
HILDIE: Relax, Newt, I'm transforming you into a glorious eagle.
An eagle, huh?
(HILDIE SCREAMS)
BEATIE: Oh, too bad, Sister.
And I really thought you were going to
HILDIE: If you weren't constantly distracting, Beatie, I would have.
Into the cold with you as well.
Guys, it's me, Newt.
I'm an eagle.
Hey, where are you going?
Can I come?