Sabrina, the Animated Series (1999–2000): Season 1, Episode 17 - Nothin' Says Lovin' Like Something from a Coven - full transcript
After being dissed from Gem's Halloween party, Sabrina throws a Halloween party of her own. With her Aunts and Uncle Quigley out of the house she must throw a killer party while preventing Gem from sabotaging it!
I just gotta put more social
into my social life, Chloe.
If I have to spend one more weekend
at home helping Uncle Quigley...
- ...label his potato chip collection, I'll--
Hey, Sabrina.
-Hi, Chloe.
-Yo, dudettes.
Wanna help us make spit balls
for study hall?
Much as we'd like to chew paper
with you guys, we've got stuff to do.
What's more important
than a good spit ball?
Oh, I wouldn't miss it for anything.
It's only the social event of the year.
-Social event?
-It'll be the ultimate Halloween party.
Gem is having French fries
flown in from France.
Halloween party?
Gem is having a Halloween party?
Of course I'm going.
Everyone in homeroom is invited.
Chloe. Gem's having
a Halloween party.
But why would she invite everyone
in the class except you and me?
-Uh, you're not invited?
-You are?
Well, but I haven't said yes, exactly.
Look, I'm sure your invitation
must have just slipped Gem's mind.
- That must be it.
- So I said, "Please...
...no one wears pearls
with a nose ring.
Especially not after Labor Day."
Maybe if I drop a few subtle hints.
Hi, Gem. Mind if I join the party?
It's a free country, Spellman.
The only way you could afford it.
Heh, heh. Good one, Gem.
You know, hanging with you
is always such fun.
Almost like, oh, an invitation to a party?
Really?
Because hanging out with you
is a lot like having a tooth pulled.
Heh, heh. There's that great
sense of humor again.
You're a regular party animal. Heh.
Are those supposed
to be hints, Spellman?
Because they're pretty lame,
even for you.
Okay, it's true.
I am giving a Halloween party.
Why? You wanna come?
-Well....
-Do you cater?
Because that's the only way
you're getting in.
We've just got to go
to the witches' Halloween ball.
We haven't missed one in 300 years.
We've got our reputations to uphold.
Right. Besides, it's a great place
to meet cute guys.
Trouble is Uncle Quigley
will never let us go.
You know how he feels about us
partying with other witches.
Yeah, so the question is,
how do we get rid of Uncle--
Quigley.
Uh, you got the mail.
Oh, hi, Uncle Q. Anything interesting?
I'll say. According to my
new Chip and Dip Monthly...
...they're having a rare potato chip auction
tomorrow in Flatley.
Gee, that just makes me tingly all over.
- Or maybe my butt's asleep.
- And look.
One of the items up for bid is
a potato chip in the shape of Missouri.
Not the Missouri chip.
Oh, how many more men must die
for that salty tuber.
How many more lives ruined?
Fine. Laugh if you want,
but it's just what I need to finish...
...my chips of the 50 states collection.
It's the only one I'm missing.
- Oh!
- Run for cover.
Angry pre-teener. Save yourselves.
Something wrong, Sabrina?
I don't wanna talk about it.
What's gotten into her?
Okay, spill. I got it narrowed down
to school trouble, boy trouble...
...or the world's biggest bunion.
It's Gem. She humiliated me
in front of our whole homeroom class.
I see.
And where did you want to be
humiliated?
She's throwing a Halloween party
for the kids in homeroom...
...and I'm the only one not invited.
So you're not invited.
You don't even like Gem.
-Why would you wanna go to her party?
-I don't wanna go to her party.
I just don't wanna be
the only one not to go.
So you wanna go,
but you don't wanna not go...
...if you're going, but.... My head hurts.
Gem thinks she's such hot stuff.
I bet I could throw a Halloween party
that would leave hers in the dust.
Okay, so you don't wanna go,
but you don't want her...
...not to go if you're going, or not, right?
Does any of this lead to tuna?
Wait. I got an idea.
That's right. I'm having
a Halloween party this Friday night...
-...and everyone's invited.
-Nice try, Spellman.
Have you forgotten my party
is this Friday?
Oh, that's right. You weren't invited.
Guess that makes me the lucky one.
Tell you what.
Let's let everybody decide whose party
they'd rather go to, yours or mine.
Why would anyone wanna go
to your lame party...
...when they could be munching
caviar hors d'oeuvres at mine?
Yum.
Maybe because they'll be scarfing down
disturbingly enormous pizza at mine.
Ooh.
Uh-huh. And are you having music
by a real, live deejay?
Ahh.
No. I'm having a real, live band.
Wow.
Good save.
My parents are letting us have
the entire ballroom.
-Um, uh...
-Well, Spellman?
My uncle won't be home.
Yay!
How are you gonna get rid
of your uncle?
I have absolutely no idea.
No hard feelings, Gem.
Say, now that you're not doing anything
Friday night...
...why don't you come to my party?
Love to.
And this better be
a great party, Spellman...
...or you might as well not show your face
in the seventh grade again.
I'm sure it'll be unforgettable,
even with you there.
I'll make sure it is.
Oh, man, this'll be one party
I can't wait to trick-or-treat.
Trick-or-treat? That's for kids.
Remember, we're in the seventh grade.
-Yeah. That's what I mean, dude.
-Huh?
This could be our last chance
to be immature pre-teeners.
Besides, it'll be fun.
Just leave everything to old Pi.
Pizza costs how much?
No way. For that price,
I'll make it myself.
Hmm, let's see.
Cheese, tomato sauce, pepperoni--
Stomach pump.
I've seen you cook.
That should leave me with $10.
Hi. You book bands for parties?
What kind of a band
could I get for $10?
A rubber band.
Sounds great. Tell them to be
at the Spellman house Friday night.
This party's going to be totally cool.
Better than any party Gem could throw.
She'll be positively green with envy.
There's just one little,
eensy-beensy problem...
...that may have escaped
your attention.
You promised everyone
Uncle Quigley wouldn't be here.
Oh, right.
Hmm, how could I get rid of Quigley?
Hmm. How can we get rid of Quigley?
Uh, baked potatoes, sweet potatoes,
and mashed potatoes...
...all in the shape of Missouri.
Uncle Quigley,
is there something on your mind?
What? Oh, I'm sorry.
I guess I've got potatoes on the brain.
I just can't stop thinking about
that tantalizing chip.
Oh, if only I could get to that auction
Friday night.
Friday night?
-Oh, you've gotta go.
-You can't miss that auction.
It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
We insist.
Gee, that's sweet of you girls,
but I just couldn't leave you alone...
...on Halloween night
without adult supervision.
We can babysit Sabrina.
We're 600 years old.
How adult do you have to be?
Well....
Great. Then it's settled.
Come on. I'll help you pack.
But, uh....
I know why I wanted him gone Friday.
I wanna give a Halloween party.
How about you?
We're headed
to the witches' Halloween ball.
That is, if we can find an adult
to babysit you.
-Hey, what am I, kitty litter?
-You're a cat.
Hey, I'm older than you,
and I can lick my back.
Thanks, Salem.
With you helping, the kids at school...
...will be talking about
this party for years.
Helping out? I didn't say I'd help.
Ah, no fair.
Oh, a little more to the left. Heh.
I'm counting on you girls...
...to take care of things while I'm gone.
And remember, no witchcraft.
-Bye, Uncle Quigley. Have a nice trip.
-Bye. Have fun.
Boy, I thought he'd never leave.
We'd better get going
or we'll be late for the ball.
Good luck with your party, Sabrina.
We've gotta get moving.
I want everything perfect
when my guests arrive, especially Gem.
Uh, excuse me. But is cheese pizza
supposed to be black and crunchy?
What? Oh, no.
It doesn't look that bad.
Uh-oh. Oh, my gosh! My guests are here
and the food's not ready.
Gem will never let me live this down.
Well, you are a witch, aren't you?
Sorry, Uncle Quigley.
Boil and bubble, broil and bake
Enormous pizza you will make
Man, can I cook or what?
Hey, Sabrina.
Hope we're not early.
No, I was just finishing up
with the pizza.
How quaint. A do-it-yourself party.
Love your costume.
Powder doofus. It's really you.
You will not ruin my Halloween,
Gem Stone.
Let's party!
So we're gonna sneak into
the party the back way.
We'll scare the heck out of everyone.
Yeah.
Why would we wanna do that?
Yeah. Oh, man.
Don't you know anything?
It's like a guy tradition.
Yeah.
Well, here we all are.
So let's get the ball rolling.
I know. Conversation.
That's always good at a party.
So what do we talk about?
Anyone?
Well, here we all are.
Well, there is this cool new TV show
I saw. It's really....
I know. Let's mingle.
I mean, with each other. Boys and girls,
we are in the seventh grade.
I can't let Spellman get this party off
on the right foot.
Whoa!
Uh, anyone for pizza?
Great idea. I'm starved.
You haven't lived until you've tasted
Spellman's special pizza.
The taste is almost magical.
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
Everybody. You've got to see this.
Oh, no.
Pizza making goes on and on
But please do it on the lawn
I tell you, if I hadn't seen it
with my own eyes...
...I wouldn't have believed it. Huh?
Why, thank you, Gem.
That's the nicest thing
anybody's ever said about my pizza.
But things flying through the air.
-I saw.
-Get a grip, Gem. Let's eat.
Wanna grab those pizzas
and some sodas, Gem?
Good trick, Spellman.
Just to make me look bad.
Oh, my. How clumsy of me.
Pizza?
Oh. Too salty.
Water. Water. Water.
-Yuck. Aah!
-Aah!
This party's all wet.
It's still not too late to go to my house
for a real Halloween party.
Wait. The band's here.
Trust me, you're gonna love this.
I'll show Gem I know how to throw
a party, and on a budget too.
Spellman residence?
Uh, yes?
That's it?
One man and one lousy song?
What did you expect for 10 bucks,
a Beatles reunion?
Oh, man. I can't go back in there.
Gem will never let me hear
the end of this. My life is ruined.
I can never go back to school again.
Think. What does a Spellman do
when her party is dying?
Call for help
in the witches' yellow pages.
Let's see. Parties, parties.
Here it is: "Party Partners."
"Need to put life back into a dead party?
Chant 'party hearty, abracadabra.'"
Party hearty, abracadabra
-Aah!
-Heh, heh, heh.
Is this the Spellman party?
Huh?
Salem!
Holy guacamole!
I was just trying to give a better party
than Gem's.
Well, don't worry.
I don't think she can top dead clowns.
What'll I do? They're sure to notice.
Well, you go round up Coco the Corpse
and put him in the cellar.
I'll try to contact Hilda and Zelda
before any more entertainment shows up.
Stay there.
Yeah. There's got to be
a way to get inside, dude.
How about the front door?
If you're gonna scare people,
you gotta make an entrance...
...where they least expect it.
Yeah. Whoa!
Pi! Pi, get out of that cellar right now.
Hey, amigo. Where are you, Harvey?
Yeah. Oh, there you are.
I don't know how we did it,
but we're in, man.
Come on. We can give the gang
a scare they'll never forget. Yeah.
Lose something, Gem?
Spellman's up to something
to try and save this disaster of a party.
And I'm gonna find out what it is.
Hey. What's that?
If Spellman's plan is some lame
Halloween surprise, I'll put a stop to it.
Wanna play a game of Twisted?
I couldn't have seen what I saw.
Spellman must have tricked me
and I fell for it.
Well, she'll pay for that,
just as soon as I figure out how.
Didn't I tell you?
Way cool, dude. Yeah.
Hey, man, where did you go? Yeah.
- You shouldn't be here.
- Huh?
It was all a big mistake.
You're going back to the cellar.
Aw. But I just came from there. Yeah.
Now, get down there and stay there.
Hilda. Zelda. Am I glad to see you.
What's all the fuss that Salem had
to call us back from the witches' ball?
I was just trying to show Gem I could
throw a better party than she could...
...but things sort of got,
uh, out of control.
Kind of like that.
Aah!
No, Gem. Not the cellar.
Uh, having a good time, Gem?
More pizza?
All right.
Just what kind of Halloween party
is this, Spellman?
It would have been a great party...
...if you hadn't been
so busy trying to put Sabrina down.
That's telling her, Chloe.
And you're just as bad, Sabrina.
You almost wrecked your own party
trying to outdo Gem.
You could have both had a good time
if you hadn't been so competitive.
But who are they?
Just a bunch of guys in masks, like us.
-What's everybody standing around for?
-Let's get some life into this party.
If you think a little music
is gonna save your pitiful excuse...
...for a Halloween party,
Sabrina Spellman, you-- Aah!
Say, you're really light on your feet.
See you at school, Sabrina. Great party.
Well, looks like
your Halloween party was a success.
Everybody said they had a good time,
even Gem.
I think she only said that
because she found a new boyfriend.
Wait, till she meets his family.
Aah! Uncle Quigley. Oh, no.
Just look at this place.
My cleaning spell's a little rusty,
but it'll do in a pinch.
Welcome home, Uncle Quigley.
It's good to be home.
And I must say,
everything looks in order.
You know, I had my doubts
about leaving you alone...
...especially on Halloween.
But it's good to see you can take care
of yourselves without using witchcraft.
Uh, Uncle Quigley,
that's not exactly true.
I used some witchcraft, uh, when I had
a Halloween party tonight.
And Hilda and I left Sabrina alone
with Salem...
...while we went to the witches' ball.
Well, I am disappointed,
but I can't be too angry.
After all, I got my potato chip
in the shape of Missouri...
...and you all told the truth.
You are learning something
about responsibility...
...but you're still grounded
for two weeks. Huh?
Hey.
Aah! Make that three weeks.
Freaks.
into my social life, Chloe.
If I have to spend one more weekend
at home helping Uncle Quigley...
- ...label his potato chip collection, I'll--
Hey, Sabrina.
-Hi, Chloe.
-Yo, dudettes.
Wanna help us make spit balls
for study hall?
Much as we'd like to chew paper
with you guys, we've got stuff to do.
What's more important
than a good spit ball?
Oh, I wouldn't miss it for anything.
It's only the social event of the year.
-Social event?
-It'll be the ultimate Halloween party.
Gem is having French fries
flown in from France.
Halloween party?
Gem is having a Halloween party?
Of course I'm going.
Everyone in homeroom is invited.
Chloe. Gem's having
a Halloween party.
But why would she invite everyone
in the class except you and me?
-Uh, you're not invited?
-You are?
Well, but I haven't said yes, exactly.
Look, I'm sure your invitation
must have just slipped Gem's mind.
- That must be it.
- So I said, "Please...
...no one wears pearls
with a nose ring.
Especially not after Labor Day."
Maybe if I drop a few subtle hints.
Hi, Gem. Mind if I join the party?
It's a free country, Spellman.
The only way you could afford it.
Heh, heh. Good one, Gem.
You know, hanging with you
is always such fun.
Almost like, oh, an invitation to a party?
Really?
Because hanging out with you
is a lot like having a tooth pulled.
Heh, heh. There's that great
sense of humor again.
You're a regular party animal. Heh.
Are those supposed
to be hints, Spellman?
Because they're pretty lame,
even for you.
Okay, it's true.
I am giving a Halloween party.
Why? You wanna come?
-Well....
-Do you cater?
Because that's the only way
you're getting in.
We've just got to go
to the witches' Halloween ball.
We haven't missed one in 300 years.
We've got our reputations to uphold.
Right. Besides, it's a great place
to meet cute guys.
Trouble is Uncle Quigley
will never let us go.
You know how he feels about us
partying with other witches.
Yeah, so the question is,
how do we get rid of Uncle--
Quigley.
Uh, you got the mail.
Oh, hi, Uncle Q. Anything interesting?
I'll say. According to my
new Chip and Dip Monthly...
...they're having a rare potato chip auction
tomorrow in Flatley.
Gee, that just makes me tingly all over.
- Or maybe my butt's asleep.
- And look.
One of the items up for bid is
a potato chip in the shape of Missouri.
Not the Missouri chip.
Oh, how many more men must die
for that salty tuber.
How many more lives ruined?
Fine. Laugh if you want,
but it's just what I need to finish...
...my chips of the 50 states collection.
It's the only one I'm missing.
- Oh!
- Run for cover.
Angry pre-teener. Save yourselves.
Something wrong, Sabrina?
I don't wanna talk about it.
What's gotten into her?
Okay, spill. I got it narrowed down
to school trouble, boy trouble...
...or the world's biggest bunion.
It's Gem. She humiliated me
in front of our whole homeroom class.
I see.
And where did you want to be
humiliated?
She's throwing a Halloween party
for the kids in homeroom...
...and I'm the only one not invited.
So you're not invited.
You don't even like Gem.
-Why would you wanna go to her party?
-I don't wanna go to her party.
I just don't wanna be
the only one not to go.
So you wanna go,
but you don't wanna not go...
...if you're going, but.... My head hurts.
Gem thinks she's such hot stuff.
I bet I could throw a Halloween party
that would leave hers in the dust.
Okay, so you don't wanna go,
but you don't want her...
...not to go if you're going, or not, right?
Does any of this lead to tuna?
Wait. I got an idea.
That's right. I'm having
a Halloween party this Friday night...
-...and everyone's invited.
-Nice try, Spellman.
Have you forgotten my party
is this Friday?
Oh, that's right. You weren't invited.
Guess that makes me the lucky one.
Tell you what.
Let's let everybody decide whose party
they'd rather go to, yours or mine.
Why would anyone wanna go
to your lame party...
...when they could be munching
caviar hors d'oeuvres at mine?
Yum.
Maybe because they'll be scarfing down
disturbingly enormous pizza at mine.
Ooh.
Uh-huh. And are you having music
by a real, live deejay?
Ahh.
No. I'm having a real, live band.
Wow.
Good save.
My parents are letting us have
the entire ballroom.
-Um, uh...
-Well, Spellman?
My uncle won't be home.
Yay!
How are you gonna get rid
of your uncle?
I have absolutely no idea.
No hard feelings, Gem.
Say, now that you're not doing anything
Friday night...
...why don't you come to my party?
Love to.
And this better be
a great party, Spellman...
...or you might as well not show your face
in the seventh grade again.
I'm sure it'll be unforgettable,
even with you there.
I'll make sure it is.
Oh, man, this'll be one party
I can't wait to trick-or-treat.
Trick-or-treat? That's for kids.
Remember, we're in the seventh grade.
-Yeah. That's what I mean, dude.
-Huh?
This could be our last chance
to be immature pre-teeners.
Besides, it'll be fun.
Just leave everything to old Pi.
Pizza costs how much?
No way. For that price,
I'll make it myself.
Hmm, let's see.
Cheese, tomato sauce, pepperoni--
Stomach pump.
I've seen you cook.
That should leave me with $10.
Hi. You book bands for parties?
What kind of a band
could I get for $10?
A rubber band.
Sounds great. Tell them to be
at the Spellman house Friday night.
This party's going to be totally cool.
Better than any party Gem could throw.
She'll be positively green with envy.
There's just one little,
eensy-beensy problem...
...that may have escaped
your attention.
You promised everyone
Uncle Quigley wouldn't be here.
Oh, right.
Hmm, how could I get rid of Quigley?
Hmm. How can we get rid of Quigley?
Uh, baked potatoes, sweet potatoes,
and mashed potatoes...
...all in the shape of Missouri.
Uncle Quigley,
is there something on your mind?
What? Oh, I'm sorry.
I guess I've got potatoes on the brain.
I just can't stop thinking about
that tantalizing chip.
Oh, if only I could get to that auction
Friday night.
Friday night?
-Oh, you've gotta go.
-You can't miss that auction.
It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
We insist.
Gee, that's sweet of you girls,
but I just couldn't leave you alone...
...on Halloween night
without adult supervision.
We can babysit Sabrina.
We're 600 years old.
How adult do you have to be?
Well....
Great. Then it's settled.
Come on. I'll help you pack.
But, uh....
I know why I wanted him gone Friday.
I wanna give a Halloween party.
How about you?
We're headed
to the witches' Halloween ball.
That is, if we can find an adult
to babysit you.
-Hey, what am I, kitty litter?
-You're a cat.
Hey, I'm older than you,
and I can lick my back.
Thanks, Salem.
With you helping, the kids at school...
...will be talking about
this party for years.
Helping out? I didn't say I'd help.
Ah, no fair.
Oh, a little more to the left. Heh.
I'm counting on you girls...
...to take care of things while I'm gone.
And remember, no witchcraft.
-Bye, Uncle Quigley. Have a nice trip.
-Bye. Have fun.
Boy, I thought he'd never leave.
We'd better get going
or we'll be late for the ball.
Good luck with your party, Sabrina.
We've gotta get moving.
I want everything perfect
when my guests arrive, especially Gem.
Uh, excuse me. But is cheese pizza
supposed to be black and crunchy?
What? Oh, no.
It doesn't look that bad.
Uh-oh. Oh, my gosh! My guests are here
and the food's not ready.
Gem will never let me live this down.
Well, you are a witch, aren't you?
Sorry, Uncle Quigley.
Boil and bubble, broil and bake
Enormous pizza you will make
Man, can I cook or what?
Hey, Sabrina.
Hope we're not early.
No, I was just finishing up
with the pizza.
How quaint. A do-it-yourself party.
Love your costume.
Powder doofus. It's really you.
You will not ruin my Halloween,
Gem Stone.
Let's party!
So we're gonna sneak into
the party the back way.
We'll scare the heck out of everyone.
Yeah.
Why would we wanna do that?
Yeah. Oh, man.
Don't you know anything?
It's like a guy tradition.
Yeah.
Well, here we all are.
So let's get the ball rolling.
I know. Conversation.
That's always good at a party.
So what do we talk about?
Anyone?
Well, here we all are.
Well, there is this cool new TV show
I saw. It's really....
I know. Let's mingle.
I mean, with each other. Boys and girls,
we are in the seventh grade.
I can't let Spellman get this party off
on the right foot.
Whoa!
Uh, anyone for pizza?
Great idea. I'm starved.
You haven't lived until you've tasted
Spellman's special pizza.
The taste is almost magical.
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
Everybody. You've got to see this.
Oh, no.
Pizza making goes on and on
But please do it on the lawn
I tell you, if I hadn't seen it
with my own eyes...
...I wouldn't have believed it. Huh?
Why, thank you, Gem.
That's the nicest thing
anybody's ever said about my pizza.
But things flying through the air.
-I saw.
-Get a grip, Gem. Let's eat.
Wanna grab those pizzas
and some sodas, Gem?
Good trick, Spellman.
Just to make me look bad.
Oh, my. How clumsy of me.
Pizza?
Oh. Too salty.
Water. Water. Water.
-Yuck. Aah!
-Aah!
This party's all wet.
It's still not too late to go to my house
for a real Halloween party.
Wait. The band's here.
Trust me, you're gonna love this.
I'll show Gem I know how to throw
a party, and on a budget too.
Spellman residence?
Uh, yes?
That's it?
One man and one lousy song?
What did you expect for 10 bucks,
a Beatles reunion?
Oh, man. I can't go back in there.
Gem will never let me hear
the end of this. My life is ruined.
I can never go back to school again.
Think. What does a Spellman do
when her party is dying?
Call for help
in the witches' yellow pages.
Let's see. Parties, parties.
Here it is: "Party Partners."
"Need to put life back into a dead party?
Chant 'party hearty, abracadabra.'"
Party hearty, abracadabra
-Aah!
-Heh, heh, heh.
Is this the Spellman party?
Huh?
Salem!
Holy guacamole!
I was just trying to give a better party
than Gem's.
Well, don't worry.
I don't think she can top dead clowns.
What'll I do? They're sure to notice.
Well, you go round up Coco the Corpse
and put him in the cellar.
I'll try to contact Hilda and Zelda
before any more entertainment shows up.
Stay there.
Yeah. There's got to be
a way to get inside, dude.
How about the front door?
If you're gonna scare people,
you gotta make an entrance...
...where they least expect it.
Yeah. Whoa!
Pi! Pi, get out of that cellar right now.
Hey, amigo. Where are you, Harvey?
Yeah. Oh, there you are.
I don't know how we did it,
but we're in, man.
Come on. We can give the gang
a scare they'll never forget. Yeah.
Lose something, Gem?
Spellman's up to something
to try and save this disaster of a party.
And I'm gonna find out what it is.
Hey. What's that?
If Spellman's plan is some lame
Halloween surprise, I'll put a stop to it.
Wanna play a game of Twisted?
I couldn't have seen what I saw.
Spellman must have tricked me
and I fell for it.
Well, she'll pay for that,
just as soon as I figure out how.
Didn't I tell you?
Way cool, dude. Yeah.
Hey, man, where did you go? Yeah.
- You shouldn't be here.
- Huh?
It was all a big mistake.
You're going back to the cellar.
Aw. But I just came from there. Yeah.
Now, get down there and stay there.
Hilda. Zelda. Am I glad to see you.
What's all the fuss that Salem had
to call us back from the witches' ball?
I was just trying to show Gem I could
throw a better party than she could...
...but things sort of got,
uh, out of control.
Kind of like that.
Aah!
No, Gem. Not the cellar.
Uh, having a good time, Gem?
More pizza?
All right.
Just what kind of Halloween party
is this, Spellman?
It would have been a great party...
...if you hadn't been
so busy trying to put Sabrina down.
That's telling her, Chloe.
And you're just as bad, Sabrina.
You almost wrecked your own party
trying to outdo Gem.
You could have both had a good time
if you hadn't been so competitive.
But who are they?
Just a bunch of guys in masks, like us.
-What's everybody standing around for?
-Let's get some life into this party.
If you think a little music
is gonna save your pitiful excuse...
...for a Halloween party,
Sabrina Spellman, you-- Aah!
Say, you're really light on your feet.
See you at school, Sabrina. Great party.
Well, looks like
your Halloween party was a success.
Everybody said they had a good time,
even Gem.
I think she only said that
because she found a new boyfriend.
Wait, till she meets his family.
Aah! Uncle Quigley. Oh, no.
Just look at this place.
My cleaning spell's a little rusty,
but it'll do in a pinch.
Welcome home, Uncle Quigley.
It's good to be home.
And I must say,
everything looks in order.
You know, I had my doubts
about leaving you alone...
...especially on Halloween.
But it's good to see you can take care
of yourselves without using witchcraft.
Uh, Uncle Quigley,
that's not exactly true.
I used some witchcraft, uh, when I had
a Halloween party tonight.
And Hilda and I left Sabrina alone
with Salem...
...while we went to the witches' ball.
Well, I am disappointed,
but I can't be too angry.
After all, I got my potato chip
in the shape of Missouri...
...and you all told the truth.
You are learning something
about responsibility...
...but you're still grounded
for two weeks. Huh?
Hey.
Aah! Make that three weeks.
Freaks.