Why, Pugsley, you're a natural-born engineer!
You little devil.
Fester, this is a bad time to cut us off.
Sorry, Gomez.
I just had a power surge.
Morticia must be using the waffle iron.
I'm fine now.
Ahh~
Burnt to perfection.
Achoo!
Gesundheit.
Okay, Pugsley, here we go.
A three-engine pile-up,
with a derailment of tanker cars
full of flammable liquids.
This is gonna be the best trick ever!
More power, Fester!
Let's see if we can jump the bridge!
Wow!
Fester? Gomez?
Gomez, what's going on?
We all lost our power.
Where's Fester?
I guess I overloaded myself.
Let's do it, again.
Fester, what is it?
I've been...
de-volted!
Now!
Zap him, Fester!
Oh, this is hopeless!
I can't even zap a lousy fly!
Here,
try something smaller.
It's no use.
I'm completely dead.
Maybe... you just need a jump start.
I'll phone the Auto Club.
Wait!
No need!
Haha!
Fester, these jumper cables are a perfect fit.
Are you sure this is going to work?
Of course it will.
Once the volts are coursing through your body again,
you'll feel like a new man.
Here, drink some battery acid.
Good idea.
Lurch, start her up!
Nice form.
He's got good height.
Keep your legs together!
Fester!
Here!
Uh, try to light this!
Mmm?
Well?
Not even an amp.
This is more serious than I thought.
We're going to have to call on a professional.
Follow me.
I think I'm at the wrong house.
Electrician.
So glad you can make it on such short notice.
We've lost all power in our Fester.
Your "Fester"?
Right over here.
That's the most unusual lamp I've ever seen.
Hmm.
Could be a short.
Where's the plug?
He usually doesn't need one.
That's the problem.
Hey, watch it!
I have really sensitive tonsils!
I, he, we... ?
What is this, some kind of a joke?
What's he going to do back there?
He must want to check our fuse box.
He should have gone through the bookcase.
It's quicker.
I see he met Kitty Cat.
He must have had another appointment.
Let's see if the electric chair can give me a charge.
Alright, Fester.
Are you ready?
Hit me, Gomez.
It's no use.
I can't even hold a charge.
I don't know what's wrong.
The eels are charged~
Excellent, querida.
Fester?
We're ready for you.
Electric eels!
This ought to do the trick.
Couldn't hurt.
I think it's working.
I've never seen them so charged up.
I know. It's shocking, isn't it?
Mm?
Anything?
Nothing.
Ohhh.
What a fine night to be outside!
Volleyball, anyone?
Ah! Spiked it!
Indeed.
I've still got it, eh, Fester?
Whatever.
What am I gonna do if I never get my electricity back?
How am I going to power the train crashes,
or help Wednesday with her science project?
I have just the thing for the patient.
What is it, Mama?
A very special blend of goose grease,
frog liver oil, and bats blood!
Delicious.
But I still don't feel any better.
You're not supposed to drink that.
That was a batch of my moon-screen, MPF 30.
Mama, your strongest ever!
I'll say.
I'm beginning to get a tummy ache.
Poor Fester.
You're just under the weather.
Of course! Why didn't I think of it before?
Hmm?
Nice storm, Mama!
Positively menacing.
Not my best.
But it should do the trick.
All we need is one good bolt of lightning!
Some people have all the fun.
I really don't need a doctor, Gomez.
I'm feeling better already.
See?
Oh, I'm sorry, Fester. Did you want something?
Nevermind.
Now, Fester, you need medical attention.
Well, doctor, he's got a mossy grey pallor,
his eyes are sunken,
and he's listless.
But despite outwardly being the picture of health,
he's lost his voltage.
Well,
if you think that's best...
Fester?
You're going to the emergency room.
Goodness, I'm sorry, I, I didn't hear the ambulance.
What happened?
Was there an accident? A... chemical spill?
You look horrible!
Isn't she sweet?
Such a flatter.
Thank you, but this isn't a social call.
This man needs your help.
Is he still alive?
I think she likes you.
What are you here for?
Cut my hand. I think I might eat stitches.
What about you kids?
You don't look sick to me?
Viral hemorrhagic fever.
We don't have any symptoms yet,
but that's when it's most contagious.
I'm a doctor, you know.
I could fix your hand for you.
Powdered earthworm?
Ought to do the trick!
No thanks.
Well then,
, how about a whole, new one?
Now, before we begin,
I should warn you that, some of these tests can be quite expensive.
Do you have insurance?
We've got the best kind.
Money.
Oh.
Are these tests painful and invasive?
Oh, sometimes.
Then let's have a round for everyone~!
Wednes... day?
Relax, Pugsley. If your heart keeps racing like that,
how will I be able to hold on to it?
Sponge?
Clamp.
Scalpel.
It's alright, Thing.
I know what I'm doing.
Darling?
I thought you were trying to quit.
I can't help it.
All this waiting is making me very nervous.
I'm sorry, ma'am, but there's no smoking allowed in here.
I'm sorry, I didn't see the sign.
Where's that smoke coming from?
Children, were you playing doctor again?
No, we're playing thoracic surgeon.
Excellent choice.
They have the highest mortality rates.
Fester Addams?
Over here, doctor.
Before you examine my brother,
there's something I'd like to ask you.
It hurts when I do this.
Ouch.
It gets me every time.
What do you think?
Genius!
Fester, this man is a medical Mozart!
You're obviously in very good hands.
I dunno!
Will it hurt?
Oh, of course not.
But it will be dangerous though, right?
Oh, completely safe.
I don't like the sounds of this, Gomez.
Doctor, I insist you stop this atrocious bedside manner
and torture this patient at once.
What do you think this is? The Middle Ages?
Huh!
Ahh, if only.
Come on.
Let's get you in an examining room.
You know, Gomez.
I've heard stories of hospitals cutting the wrong foot off a person,
taking out organs needlessly,
subjecting the patient to painful and unnecessary treatments.
Do you think that could happen to Fester?
We can only hope so, my darling.
We can only hope.
Now, let's take a look at you.
Okay.
Well, I'm afraid you'll have to take off that coat.
Never.
I'm very modest.
Well, that's alright.
We'll just work around it.
Temperature?
One?
Hundred?
No.
Just one.
Ahh?
Ahhh.
No pulse.
And no blood pressure?
Do you have any more of those tasty little mercury sticks?
You're not supposed to eat the thermometer.
Most unusual.
It is odd.
It's usually a rumba.
This case is one for the medical books.
Or maybe Ripley's Believe It or Not.
Ah, Tish.
That smell.
What does it remind you of?
The stench of illness.
The sweet odour of antiseptic.
Ahh.
The little hospital in the Congo where we took our guide,
after he was mauled by a man-eating lion.
Our second wedding anniversary.
Ah, Tish. That jungle was ripe with the scent of death.
And it clung to you like a captivating perfume.
You still have the arm of a fierce Zulu warrior.
Yes, I think it's in the attic.
You should bring it down. It would look lovely hanging above the armoire.
Ah, armoire?
Tish, that's French!
Darling, remember we're here for Fester.
But I promise when we get home,
I'll have a splitting headache.
I wonder what's taking Fester so long?
Uh... huh!
Okay, now I'm just going to take a quick x-ray.
Take a deep breath and hold it.
Okay, what don't you have a seat, Mr. Addams?
It'll be a little while before these are developed.
Ahh~!
Wow!
I'm starting to feel like my old self again.
Haha!
This waiting is killing me.
It does feel good.
Oh, my!
Fester, what did that doctor do to you?
You look fantastic.
Indeed, positively glowing!
I do feel a lot better.
But, I want to make sure before we go.
Did anybody bring a lightbulb with them?
Doctor Clark, E.R.
Doctor!
We've got a heart attack over here!
Patient is an Asian male, 40 years old, 150 pounds.
Full cardiac arrest... !
You're going to have to wait outside, ma'am!
Gimme the crash cart, stat!
Just get her defibrillated!
I'm not getting a pulse!
C'mon, let's move!
Where are all the paddles?
The defibrillator!
Where are those paddles?
We're losing him!
Ready to go, Doctor?
Clear!
Normal sinus rhythm!
He's back!
Good work, Doctor!
Thank you.
You're welcome!
What happened?
I saved your life.
A simple "thank you" would have been nice.
Mark McTabbish, please report to Nurses.
Well, I'm... back!
Great!
Let's go home and celebrate.
I'll bake a batwing cream pie.
With your help, Fester?
Sure.
I've got enough juice to power the oven, and the blender!
Uncle Fester.
We were worried about you.
Where's Lurch?
Uh...
Does... this belong to you?
Lurch, where have you been?
Someone mistook him for a, a corpse, and wheeled him down to the morgue.
Lucky stiff.
Come alive, and serve me for all eternity.
Yes, Master!
Oh!
Very nice, Wednesday.
Now remember, whenever you create a life you're responsible for it.
I know, Mother.
Come, my minion.
We have much work to do.
Yes, Master.
Good job, Fester.
Glad to see you back to your old self.
It's good to be back.
Looks like we're in for quite a storm.
Oh, goody.
Could this day get any better?
Awoooo... !