(HILDIE SNORING)
(BEATIE MOANING)
(SNORING SOFTLY)
(SNORTING)
BEATIE: Thomas! The fire, dear cat.
Stoke the fire.
HILDIE: You wouldn't want us to catch a chill now, would you?
(SNORING)
BEATIE: Thomas!
We need a bigger fire.
HILDIE: More wood, Thomas!
(WIND HOWLING)
WITCHES: Shut the door!
(TEETH CHATTERING)
(SCREAMING)
More wood!
Ahh, perfect!
Now, stay put and keep that fire stoked.
(HILDIE SNORING)
(BEATIE MOANS)
(CLATTERING)
(SCREAMING)
(BOTTLES CLATTERING)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
HILDIE: Our potions!
Month's worth of witchery, gone!
Out, Thomas!
HILDIE: Beatie and I will decide your punishment later.
BEATIE: I told you we should have picked the black cat.
HILDIE: It's not too late to change our minds.
Don't be silly.
We can't just replace Thomas after all this time...
Phew!
Can we?
HILDIE: Well, we can't expect Thomas to be something he's not.
And, he's most certainly not a black cat.
(BAWLING)
I suppose you're right. We'll tell him tomorrow.
Let him have one last restful night in the cottage.
BEATIE: You always were a softie.
It's been nice knowing you, my friend.
All good things must come to an end, I suppose.
It saddens me to see you so hopeless.
Now, I must weep.
(WEEPING)
(BAWLING)
The mouse, he has found the potion that will transform you into a black cat.
Why do you two just stand there?
There are many ingredients you must gather.
(CAWING)
Yes, that's it!
Now mix it all up with the umbrella.
No, no, no, no, no. You must open the umbrella first.
Bad luck, remember.
(GULPS)
Go on, drink it. Salute!
(BELCHES)
Well, that was anti-climactic.
(WHISTLES)
NEWT: Yes, of course.
You must drink the potion while walking under a ladder.
(SLURPING)
It worked!
Perhaps, I speak to soon.
(GASPS)
(GUZZLING)
I've often wondered if there is truth to the old wives tale
that it's bad luck for a black cat to cross your path.
I will wonder no more.
-HILDIE: Oh! -(SCREECHES)
Beatie, come look!
BEATIE: (GASPS) A black cat!
HILDIE: Just like we wanted.
BEATIE: Oh, let's call him Inky.
-HILDIE: Pepper! -Licorice!
BOTH: Smokey!
HILDIE: Smokey, it is!
You must be hungry.
BEATIE: Yes, you relax here and we'll prepare you a snack.
HILDIE: Oh, are you cold?
Poor cat.
We'll have Thomas start a fire for you.
Thomas!
There you are!
We have a house guest.
I need you to add more wood to the fire.
Hurry now!
What are you doing?
You are our guest.
Go on, sit down.
I asked Thomas to do that.
Thomas!
What are you doing?
That chair is for our guest.
Out!
Now tend to the fire.
HILDIE: Smokey.
Well, there you are.
Stay right there.
We want you to meet Thomas.
Thomas!
(WIND HOWLING)
-(YELLS) -Where is that darn cat?
Thomas!
There you are.
We want you to meet Smokey.
BEATIE: Smokey, come out. Come out, wherever you are.
Don't be shy.
Show Thomas your handsome face.
Thomas, now where'd you go?
HILDIE: You two can get better acquainted at dinner.
(PANTING)
Dinner is served!
BEATIE: Come and get it!
Don't be rude, Thomas!
We must wait for our guest.
Smokey, din-din's ready!
Oh, where did Thomas go?
Well, at least Smokey is here now.
We don't want your food to get cold.
Go ahead and eat, dear.
(YELLING)
What's the matter? Was your food too hot?
Here, drink some milk.
(SCREAMING)
We mustn't forget dessert.
Yes, mother's famous froggie pudding.
(LAUGHING)
There you are, Thomas.
I think its best we just tell you straight out.
Go ahead, Beatie.
Thomas, Smokey will be staying with us from now on,
and you will not.
Safe travels.
-HILDIE: Enjoy your pudding! -(FROG CROAKS)
BEATIE: Ta-ta.
(BAWLING)
(SNIFFING)
(CRASHING)
(WITCHES LAUGHING)
HILDIE: Oh, Thomas, you've been punished long enough.
BEATIE: We knew you were listening to us earlier,
when we said we wanted to replace you with a black cat.
HILDIE: We weren't serious.
It was our little way of punishing you for that mishap with the jars.
BEATIE: We'd never get rid of our precious Thomas.
HILDIE: Not for all the black cats in the world.