Sabrina, the Animated Series (1999–2000): Season 1, Episode 26 - Witchitis - full transcript
♪ She's got
a superstar cat ♪
♪ who knows
where it's at ♪
♪ stand up
and raise your hat ♪
♪ she's a spellbound
acrobat ♪
♪ so have you seen her? ♪
♪ She's the greatest ♪
♪ for super magic
call Sabrina ♪
♪ here comes the fun now ♪
♪ are you ready? ♪
♪ Come have a ride ♪
♪ get happy ♪
♪ so have you seen her? ♪
♪ She's the greatest ♪
♪ for super magic
call Sabrina ♪
♪ you better watch out,
she'll bewitch you ♪
♪ Sabrina ♪
♪ you better watch out,
she'll bewitch you ♪
♪ Sabrina ♪
♪ you better watch out,
she'll bewitch you ♪
Ha ha!
♪ She's the greatest ♪
♪ Sabrina ♪
♪ dum de dum dum dum ♪
What's the matter, Harvey?
Lost your taste for
mystery meat spaghetti?
Huh? Uh, oh, yeah.
I guess.
Well, don't worry.
I'm making us a 6-foot sub for
the school picnic tomorrow.
You can pig out then.
Ooh, very posh.
Harvey, if you go
to the picnic with me,
lunch will be catered
by a 5-star restaurant.
Save it for your friends, gem.
I'm sure you can buy a
few before the picnic.
Be sure to get an
extended warranty.
Hey, hey, look, I'm sorry, gem,
but I'm already going
with Sabrina.
But, but, if I have
any room left over,
I'll be happy to eat
your picnic, too.
Don't bother.
Harvey, I've never seen
you eat so slow.
Are you sick or something?
Well, not exactly.
I've... I've got an appointment
to get my measles vaccination,
and I'm, uh, not
too crazy about shots.
But, Harvey, that's so silly.
You shouldn't be afraid
of shots.
Boy: Whoa!
Did you say "shots?"
You know, my third
cousin got a shot once,
and her arm swelled up
like a blimp.
Took weeks to get it
back to normal.
Well, almost normal.
Really?
Hey, I heard sometimes
nurses can't find the vein
and the needle gets stuck
and they can suck out all
your internal organs.
I mean, you'd be
hollow, man. Cha!
Pi, the only thing
that's hollow is your head.
Harvey, don't listen to him.
A vaccination shot
is a good thing.
It only takes a second,
and a big, strong guy like
you will barely feel it.
Besides, if you got the measles,
you might miss our picnic.
You're right.
I'm being silly.
I think I can manage
a little dessert now.
Ah!
Sorry I'm late, aunt hilda. I had
to walk Harvey to the clinic.
Is he ok?
He's fine.
He was just a little nervous
about getting a measles shot.
Can you believe that?
Heh heh heh.
Mortals can be such chickens.
Lucky for me, witches don't
get the measles, right?
You're absolutely right.
We get wiccan pox,
low broom sugar,
cauldron tunnel syndrome,
and, worst of all,
witchitis.
Ugh! Needs more lemons.
Not that many.
Speaking of witchitis,
we're about due
for a booster shot.
We haven't had one
for 300 years!
You're right. And Sabrina's
never had one at all.
Ptoo!
Um, uh, sh-shot?
Y-you want me
to get a sh-shot
with a n-needle
and everything?
Is there a problem?
Uh, problem?
N-no.
Why would there be a problem?
Fine. I'll make an appointment
now for us to all
go see Dr. de facto at
the netherworld clinic.
Now?!
Hey, at least they don't check
you for hair balls.
I just love
that tongue depressor.
"Say ah."
Aah!
They said they can get us in right
now if we leave immediately.
Uh, I just remembered,
aunt hilda,
I have some urgent
homework to do.
Now, Sabrina,
it won't take long.
There will be plenty
of time for homework.
Not when your writing arm's
as big as a blimp.
Hey, wait up, you guys.
Do you mind?
Please sign in and have a seat.
The doctor will be
with you shortly.
I've never seen it so crowded.
Yes. We're expecting a major
witchitis season this year.
Please be patient.
Woman, on P.A.:
Mr. and Mrs. hoodoo.
Dear, look alive.
I'll make room over...
Hey, I'm sitting here!
Sorry.
Woman, on P.A.:
Mr. Thorn, you're next.
Prickly type, isn't he?
Hee hee hee.
Ow!
Zelda and hilda spellman.
Be right back.
Salem, what do you think's
taking them so long?
Probably catching up on the last
300 years with Dr. de facto.
Woman, on P.A.: Salem,
the doctor will see you.
I just hope I don't need
deworming this time.
What a pain.
My third cousin got a shot once,
and her arm swelled up
like a blimp.
Ugh! Gross!
I can't eat.
I'm sure it'll be normal soon.
Almost normal.
Salem!
Don't do it, Sabrina.
Look what happened to me.
I'm hollow!
Sabrina spellman.
Sabrina spellman.
Hmm, you got here
just in time, Mr. Thorn.
I'm afraid you have
witchitis already.
Now, which chair
were you sitting in?
That one.
We'll have it burned, of course.
Witchitis is highly contagious
to anyone who's not vaccinated.
It's a good thing no one else
was sitting there.
Whew!
That was close.
Hi, Sabrina.
I was just making the sandwich
for your picnic tomorrow.
How was your trip to the doctor?
Fine. Nothing to it.
Oh, Harvey likes lots of
mustard and meat and cheese.
Right.
Well, why don't i start
working on the potato salad?
You think this will be enough?
For starters.
Salem, what happened?
Was it bad?
I heard you scream.
You bet I screamed.
You should have seen the bill.
Zelda: Sabrina,
why did you leave?
Yeah. The receptionist
said you just disappeared.
Uh, uh, right.
See, I was waiting so long
I thought I'd better
get back to...
To help uncle quigley
with the potato salad.
Sabrina, I was doing
quite nicely on my own.
Hmm, I think we'd better get
you another appointment.
Zelda, Sabrina can't go
back to the clinic.
It's an hmo.
One visit a year only,
and no sick people.
Aw, gee, too bad.
But since Dr. de facto is
also our old family doctor,
maybe he'll come to us.
Huh?!
After all, he used to make house
calls during the black plague.
Uh, listen, why run up
the netherworld phone bill?
This isn't necessary, really.
I'm not going to get witchitis.
Hello? Dr. de facto,
please.
I mean, I can only get it
from other witches,
and you guys are the only
witches I've been around,
and you guys have already
gotten your shots, right?
Sabrina, are you
afraid of shots?
Me? No.
Don't be silly.
I'll go... Maybe
in the next century.
You won't have to wait
that long.
Dr. de facto will be
right over.
We can wait for him
in the living room.
I'll whip up some more lemonade.
Heavy on the lemons this time.
Oh, and use a different pitcher.
Sabrina, there's really
nothing to be nervous about.
Yes. We all got
our shots and lived.
Y-you're right.
Ha ha.
How bad can it be?
Oh, how does claus do this?
Dr. de facto, thank you for
coming to see Sabrina.
What was that noise?
Oh, dear, I can see
why you called me.
She's in terrible shape
for a teenager.
What?! Now, see here...
There, there, my dear.
Open wide.
But... ow!
Much better.
Now, take a deep breath.
Tsk tsk. Well,
she sounds awful.
It's like there's something
stuck down her throat,
and I don't like her
color one bit.
Oh, Dr. de facto,
that's not Sabrina.
This is Sabrina. She just
needs a witchitis shot.
Why didn't you say so?
Very prudent.
It's going to be
a terrible witchitis season.
Now, where's my bag?
Thanks, my boy.
Remind me to give you some
salve for that skin condition.
Now, let's see.
Uh, are those
blood-sucking leeches?
Ha ha! Of course not.
Those went out
with the middle ages.
Now we use
blood-sucking squids.
Ah, here's the vaccine.
Now we'll just need a needle.
Whoa!
Ok, th-that's it.
Uh, I think I hear
the phone ringing.
Yes, it's definitely
for me. Be right back.
Could you please hold this?
It's for lubing my car.
Ha ha! I'm a real
do-it-yourselfer.
Ah, here we are.
All ready for the little lady.
Sabrina.
Sabrina.
Sabrina.
Sabrina.
Sabrina!
Sabrina!
This is embarrassing.
Any sign of her?
Nope. She must have
snuck out.
De facto: Can't wait
any longer, ladies.
I'm late for my golf game.
Ahh. Whew!
Getting a shot is scarier than any
case of witchitis could ever be.
What are you doing
in my bathroom?
Sabrina: Shh!
Is the doctor leaving?
Yes. And he won't be back.
Now, do you mind?
Ok, ok.
I'm leaving.
Are those dentures?
Out!
Hey, hey, hey,
watch the crockery.
Sorry.
Yuck!
I'd better use
extra-strength toothpaste.
Sandwich, potato salad,
fresh coleslaw.
All right!
Looking good for the picnic.
I'll be back at noon
to pick everything up.
Girl: Ready for the
picnic this afternoon?
Yeah. I've got
so much food,
Harvey's gonna have
to go on a diet.
Hey!
You're coughing a lot.
Are you getting a cold?
Chloe, witches don't get colds.
Whatever. Come on. We're
gonna be late for chemistry.
P-u. Smells like
rotten eggs.
Funny. I can't
smell a thing.
Gesundheit.
Oh!
[Sabrina gasps, sneezes]
Uh, maybe I'm not
feeling too well, Chloe.
Gee, hope you're not coming
down with something, spellman.
You might just miss the picnic.
Symptoms include
green tongue, coughing,
sneezing, and fits
of involuntary magic...
Locker door roll-ups,
kangaroo transformations,
the old feet-where-
the-head-should-be.
Yep. I hate
to say it, kid,
but it looks like
you've got witchitis.
Uh, are you sure?
I'm sure.
I've got witchitis?!
Oh, man!
Please watch
where you're sneezing.
You're doing magic
all over the place.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.
Right. That's the main
symptom of witchitis.
Every time you sneeze, you
do magic without meaning to,
and it says here in the book if you
don't get immediate attention,
it can turn into hypogermia.
Hypogermia?!
Wh-what's that?!
How do I know?
I'm not a doctor.
Uh, I'm sure it's nothing.
I just need some
temporary relief.
I'm positive whatever I have
will go away by itself.
But no matter what happens,
I just can't miss the picnic.
Salem, don't you have anything?
Time for the old
first-aid kit for witches.
Here. Give your
nose a spritz.
[Coughing, moaning]
Huh?
Salem, this says,
"best if used by 1761."
Oops! Sorry.
I said it was an old
first-aid kit.
Try this.
Hey, I feel much better.
Not nearly as stuffed up.
Salem, you're a genius!
And I'm off to the picnic.
See ya!
Huh? No!
Pi: Cha!
Mmm. This sub
is awesome.
Hey, you're not eating yours.
Uh, maybe later.
I'm not that hungry right now.
Well, at least have a little
coleslaw and potato salad
before I Polish it off.
Knock yourself out.
Gee, is it getting hot out here?
I don't know.
Not really.
Hey, are you ok?
You don't look so good.
Yeah. Well, I've felt
better, too.
I think maybe I've got
a little fever.
Nothing to worry about.
Probably just some
24-hour bug.
Hey, hey,
w-what's going on?
Uh, I don't know.
Hey, that's my lunch!
Huh?
Whoa...
Gem: Hey, that's
my foie gras!
And my caviar!
And I'm out of here!
Whoa! Alien life forms are
abducting our cold pasta salad.
Cool! Cha!
Whoa!
Harvey, just give them your food.
Maybe they'll go away!
Oh, ok.
Aah!
Sabrina:
Or maybe not!
This better not
be telemarketing.
Hi.
It's Salem.
Hey, I just found out
what hypogermia is.
Let me guess. It's giant-size
germs that eat picnics?
Well, I see you don't need me.
No. I need
a doctor! Now!
Hey!
I need to see
Dr. de facto right away.
I'm sorry, but the
doctor's out of the office
treating a patient
on an emergency call.
No, this is an emergency.
Can you tell me
where he is, please?
Hmm.
Say "ah."
Aah!
Sabrina: Doctor,
i need your help now!
Oh, it's you, miss spellman.
Well, as you can see,
I'm with a patient.
But this is an emergency!
I've got hypogermia!
Hypogermia?!
Why didn't you say so?
I saw a horror movie
like this, compadre.
How did it turn out?
Not good.
Sabrina?
Wow!
Far out!
Boy: I just have a 10-speed.
It's worse than I thought.
That's it, doc.
Get rid of them!
This isn't for them.
It's for you.
M-m-me?
Since they are your germs,
they'll only disappear
when you're cured.
Get away!
Hey, where did they go?
That was it?
Gee, it didn't even hurt.
Well, maybe just a little.
Hey, doc, what about my throat?
That dragon's gonna hear
from my lawyer, spellman!
Yeah, Sabrina. How are you
gonna explain all of this?
And that?
Uh, well, you see...
Don't bother. They won't
remember a thing.
Whoa!
Hey, what happened?
Last think I remember, i was eating
an awesome submarine sandwich.
Uh, must have been
a sudden storm.
Well, I'm still hungry.
Come on, pi.
Let's go get burgers.
Quigley: Mmm. Well, it's a
good thing I made extra.
Too much mustard,
but better than kibble.
Well, I can see she's
feeling better.
I just hope she's
learned her lesson.
Sabrina: Yeah.
I totally ruined the picnic
and my day with Harvey.
And it all could have been
avoided if I'd just
gotten my shot
in the first place.
And you know what? The shot
didn't even hurt... Much.
Salem: Well, this will.
It's Dr. de facto's bill
for emergency road service.
There goes my allowance
for the next century.
Now I really feel sick.
Freaks!
Savage, we love you!
a superstar cat ♪
♪ who knows
where it's at ♪
♪ stand up
and raise your hat ♪
♪ she's a spellbound
acrobat ♪
♪ so have you seen her? ♪
♪ She's the greatest ♪
♪ for super magic
call Sabrina ♪
♪ here comes the fun now ♪
♪ are you ready? ♪
♪ Come have a ride ♪
♪ get happy ♪
♪ so have you seen her? ♪
♪ She's the greatest ♪
♪ for super magic
call Sabrina ♪
♪ you better watch out,
she'll bewitch you ♪
♪ Sabrina ♪
♪ you better watch out,
she'll bewitch you ♪
♪ Sabrina ♪
♪ you better watch out,
she'll bewitch you ♪
Ha ha!
♪ She's the greatest ♪
♪ Sabrina ♪
♪ dum de dum dum dum ♪
What's the matter, Harvey?
Lost your taste for
mystery meat spaghetti?
Huh? Uh, oh, yeah.
I guess.
Well, don't worry.
I'm making us a 6-foot sub for
the school picnic tomorrow.
You can pig out then.
Ooh, very posh.
Harvey, if you go
to the picnic with me,
lunch will be catered
by a 5-star restaurant.
Save it for your friends, gem.
I'm sure you can buy a
few before the picnic.
Be sure to get an
extended warranty.
Hey, hey, look, I'm sorry, gem,
but I'm already going
with Sabrina.
But, but, if I have
any room left over,
I'll be happy to eat
your picnic, too.
Don't bother.
Harvey, I've never seen
you eat so slow.
Are you sick or something?
Well, not exactly.
I've... I've got an appointment
to get my measles vaccination,
and I'm, uh, not
too crazy about shots.
But, Harvey, that's so silly.
You shouldn't be afraid
of shots.
Boy: Whoa!
Did you say "shots?"
You know, my third
cousin got a shot once,
and her arm swelled up
like a blimp.
Took weeks to get it
back to normal.
Well, almost normal.
Really?
Hey, I heard sometimes
nurses can't find the vein
and the needle gets stuck
and they can suck out all
your internal organs.
I mean, you'd be
hollow, man. Cha!
Pi, the only thing
that's hollow is your head.
Harvey, don't listen to him.
A vaccination shot
is a good thing.
It only takes a second,
and a big, strong guy like
you will barely feel it.
Besides, if you got the measles,
you might miss our picnic.
You're right.
I'm being silly.
I think I can manage
a little dessert now.
Ah!
Sorry I'm late, aunt hilda. I had
to walk Harvey to the clinic.
Is he ok?
He's fine.
He was just a little nervous
about getting a measles shot.
Can you believe that?
Heh heh heh.
Mortals can be such chickens.
Lucky for me, witches don't
get the measles, right?
You're absolutely right.
We get wiccan pox,
low broom sugar,
cauldron tunnel syndrome,
and, worst of all,
witchitis.
Ugh! Needs more lemons.
Not that many.
Speaking of witchitis,
we're about due
for a booster shot.
We haven't had one
for 300 years!
You're right. And Sabrina's
never had one at all.
Ptoo!
Um, uh, sh-shot?
Y-you want me
to get a sh-shot
with a n-needle
and everything?
Is there a problem?
Uh, problem?
N-no.
Why would there be a problem?
Fine. I'll make an appointment
now for us to all
go see Dr. de facto at
the netherworld clinic.
Now?!
Hey, at least they don't check
you for hair balls.
I just love
that tongue depressor.
"Say ah."
Aah!
They said they can get us in right
now if we leave immediately.
Uh, I just remembered,
aunt hilda,
I have some urgent
homework to do.
Now, Sabrina,
it won't take long.
There will be plenty
of time for homework.
Not when your writing arm's
as big as a blimp.
Hey, wait up, you guys.
Do you mind?
Please sign in and have a seat.
The doctor will be
with you shortly.
I've never seen it so crowded.
Yes. We're expecting a major
witchitis season this year.
Please be patient.
Woman, on P.A.:
Mr. and Mrs. hoodoo.
Dear, look alive.
I'll make room over...
Hey, I'm sitting here!
Sorry.
Woman, on P.A.:
Mr. Thorn, you're next.
Prickly type, isn't he?
Hee hee hee.
Ow!
Zelda and hilda spellman.
Be right back.
Salem, what do you think's
taking them so long?
Probably catching up on the last
300 years with Dr. de facto.
Woman, on P.A.: Salem,
the doctor will see you.
I just hope I don't need
deworming this time.
What a pain.
My third cousin got a shot once,
and her arm swelled up
like a blimp.
Ugh! Gross!
I can't eat.
I'm sure it'll be normal soon.
Almost normal.
Salem!
Don't do it, Sabrina.
Look what happened to me.
I'm hollow!
Sabrina spellman.
Sabrina spellman.
Hmm, you got here
just in time, Mr. Thorn.
I'm afraid you have
witchitis already.
Now, which chair
were you sitting in?
That one.
We'll have it burned, of course.
Witchitis is highly contagious
to anyone who's not vaccinated.
It's a good thing no one else
was sitting there.
Whew!
That was close.
Hi, Sabrina.
I was just making the sandwich
for your picnic tomorrow.
How was your trip to the doctor?
Fine. Nothing to it.
Oh, Harvey likes lots of
mustard and meat and cheese.
Right.
Well, why don't i start
working on the potato salad?
You think this will be enough?
For starters.
Salem, what happened?
Was it bad?
I heard you scream.
You bet I screamed.
You should have seen the bill.
Zelda: Sabrina,
why did you leave?
Yeah. The receptionist
said you just disappeared.
Uh, uh, right.
See, I was waiting so long
I thought I'd better
get back to...
To help uncle quigley
with the potato salad.
Sabrina, I was doing
quite nicely on my own.
Hmm, I think we'd better get
you another appointment.
Zelda, Sabrina can't go
back to the clinic.
It's an hmo.
One visit a year only,
and no sick people.
Aw, gee, too bad.
But since Dr. de facto is
also our old family doctor,
maybe he'll come to us.
Huh?!
After all, he used to make house
calls during the black plague.
Uh, listen, why run up
the netherworld phone bill?
This isn't necessary, really.
I'm not going to get witchitis.
Hello? Dr. de facto,
please.
I mean, I can only get it
from other witches,
and you guys are the only
witches I've been around,
and you guys have already
gotten your shots, right?
Sabrina, are you
afraid of shots?
Me? No.
Don't be silly.
I'll go... Maybe
in the next century.
You won't have to wait
that long.
Dr. de facto will be
right over.
We can wait for him
in the living room.
I'll whip up some more lemonade.
Heavy on the lemons this time.
Oh, and use a different pitcher.
Sabrina, there's really
nothing to be nervous about.
Yes. We all got
our shots and lived.
Y-you're right.
Ha ha.
How bad can it be?
Oh, how does claus do this?
Dr. de facto, thank you for
coming to see Sabrina.
What was that noise?
Oh, dear, I can see
why you called me.
She's in terrible shape
for a teenager.
What?! Now, see here...
There, there, my dear.
Open wide.
But... ow!
Much better.
Now, take a deep breath.
Tsk tsk. Well,
she sounds awful.
It's like there's something
stuck down her throat,
and I don't like her
color one bit.
Oh, Dr. de facto,
that's not Sabrina.
This is Sabrina. She just
needs a witchitis shot.
Why didn't you say so?
Very prudent.
It's going to be
a terrible witchitis season.
Now, where's my bag?
Thanks, my boy.
Remind me to give you some
salve for that skin condition.
Now, let's see.
Uh, are those
blood-sucking leeches?
Ha ha! Of course not.
Those went out
with the middle ages.
Now we use
blood-sucking squids.
Ah, here's the vaccine.
Now we'll just need a needle.
Whoa!
Ok, th-that's it.
Uh, I think I hear
the phone ringing.
Yes, it's definitely
for me. Be right back.
Could you please hold this?
It's for lubing my car.
Ha ha! I'm a real
do-it-yourselfer.
Ah, here we are.
All ready for the little lady.
Sabrina.
Sabrina.
Sabrina.
Sabrina.
Sabrina!
Sabrina!
This is embarrassing.
Any sign of her?
Nope. She must have
snuck out.
De facto: Can't wait
any longer, ladies.
I'm late for my golf game.
Ahh. Whew!
Getting a shot is scarier than any
case of witchitis could ever be.
What are you doing
in my bathroom?
Sabrina: Shh!
Is the doctor leaving?
Yes. And he won't be back.
Now, do you mind?
Ok, ok.
I'm leaving.
Are those dentures?
Out!
Hey, hey, hey,
watch the crockery.
Sorry.
Yuck!
I'd better use
extra-strength toothpaste.
Sandwich, potato salad,
fresh coleslaw.
All right!
Looking good for the picnic.
I'll be back at noon
to pick everything up.
Girl: Ready for the
picnic this afternoon?
Yeah. I've got
so much food,
Harvey's gonna have
to go on a diet.
Hey!
You're coughing a lot.
Are you getting a cold?
Chloe, witches don't get colds.
Whatever. Come on. We're
gonna be late for chemistry.
P-u. Smells like
rotten eggs.
Funny. I can't
smell a thing.
Gesundheit.
Oh!
[Sabrina gasps, sneezes]
Uh, maybe I'm not
feeling too well, Chloe.
Gee, hope you're not coming
down with something, spellman.
You might just miss the picnic.
Symptoms include
green tongue, coughing,
sneezing, and fits
of involuntary magic...
Locker door roll-ups,
kangaroo transformations,
the old feet-where-
the-head-should-be.
Yep. I hate
to say it, kid,
but it looks like
you've got witchitis.
Uh, are you sure?
I'm sure.
I've got witchitis?!
Oh, man!
Please watch
where you're sneezing.
You're doing magic
all over the place.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.
Right. That's the main
symptom of witchitis.
Every time you sneeze, you
do magic without meaning to,
and it says here in the book if you
don't get immediate attention,
it can turn into hypogermia.
Hypogermia?!
Wh-what's that?!
How do I know?
I'm not a doctor.
Uh, I'm sure it's nothing.
I just need some
temporary relief.
I'm positive whatever I have
will go away by itself.
But no matter what happens,
I just can't miss the picnic.
Salem, don't you have anything?
Time for the old
first-aid kit for witches.
Here. Give your
nose a spritz.
[Coughing, moaning]
Huh?
Salem, this says,
"best if used by 1761."
Oops! Sorry.
I said it was an old
first-aid kit.
Try this.
Hey, I feel much better.
Not nearly as stuffed up.
Salem, you're a genius!
And I'm off to the picnic.
See ya!
Huh? No!
Pi: Cha!
Mmm. This sub
is awesome.
Hey, you're not eating yours.
Uh, maybe later.
I'm not that hungry right now.
Well, at least have a little
coleslaw and potato salad
before I Polish it off.
Knock yourself out.
Gee, is it getting hot out here?
I don't know.
Not really.
Hey, are you ok?
You don't look so good.
Yeah. Well, I've felt
better, too.
I think maybe I've got
a little fever.
Nothing to worry about.
Probably just some
24-hour bug.
Hey, hey,
w-what's going on?
Uh, I don't know.
Hey, that's my lunch!
Huh?
Whoa...
Gem: Hey, that's
my foie gras!
And my caviar!
And I'm out of here!
Whoa! Alien life forms are
abducting our cold pasta salad.
Cool! Cha!
Whoa!
Harvey, just give them your food.
Maybe they'll go away!
Oh, ok.
Aah!
Sabrina:
Or maybe not!
This better not
be telemarketing.
Hi.
It's Salem.
Hey, I just found out
what hypogermia is.
Let me guess. It's giant-size
germs that eat picnics?
Well, I see you don't need me.
No. I need
a doctor! Now!
Hey!
I need to see
Dr. de facto right away.
I'm sorry, but the
doctor's out of the office
treating a patient
on an emergency call.
No, this is an emergency.
Can you tell me
where he is, please?
Hmm.
Say "ah."
Aah!
Sabrina: Doctor,
i need your help now!
Oh, it's you, miss spellman.
Well, as you can see,
I'm with a patient.
But this is an emergency!
I've got hypogermia!
Hypogermia?!
Why didn't you say so?
I saw a horror movie
like this, compadre.
How did it turn out?
Not good.
Sabrina?
Wow!
Far out!
Boy: I just have a 10-speed.
It's worse than I thought.
That's it, doc.
Get rid of them!
This isn't for them.
It's for you.
M-m-me?
Since they are your germs,
they'll only disappear
when you're cured.
Get away!
Hey, where did they go?
That was it?
Gee, it didn't even hurt.
Well, maybe just a little.
Hey, doc, what about my throat?
That dragon's gonna hear
from my lawyer, spellman!
Yeah, Sabrina. How are you
gonna explain all of this?
And that?
Uh, well, you see...
Don't bother. They won't
remember a thing.
Whoa!
Hey, what happened?
Last think I remember, i was eating
an awesome submarine sandwich.
Uh, must have been
a sudden storm.
Well, I'm still hungry.
Come on, pi.
Let's go get burgers.
Quigley: Mmm. Well, it's a
good thing I made extra.
Too much mustard,
but better than kibble.
Well, I can see she's
feeling better.
I just hope she's
learned her lesson.
Sabrina: Yeah.
I totally ruined the picnic
and my day with Harvey.
And it all could have been
avoided if I'd just
gotten my shot
in the first place.
And you know what? The shot
didn't even hurt... Much.
Salem: Well, this will.
It's Dr. de facto's bill
for emergency road service.
There goes my allowance
for the next century.
Now I really feel sick.
Freaks!
Savage, we love you!