I found it... !
I got it!
Euuuureka! Haha!
Grandpapa's time capsule!
Fantastic!
Now we can see what life was like back in his day.
It's hard to believe that's been in the ground for fifty years.
I hope there's some stale cigars in there!
Hurry up, Fester!
Anything good!
It's the shrunken head that Grandpapa found,
when he was vacationing in the jungles of Koka Loka.
What else is inside?
Priceless jewels...
Some chicken...
An... vil... !
Just a bunch of rare stuff.
Like we need any more of that.
Ooh!
Lurch.
Hold this.
Wow.
The very first transistor time bomb!
Fester, when is the time bomb set to explode?
Now that's what I call a blast from the past!
Now!
My dear Patry, you are ticklish!
Good morning, Wednesday.
'No school?
No school building.
Pugsley's science project actually worked this time.
How nice.
You can help me get Cleopatra ready for the Plant Show.
What should I do?
Well...
Her fangs need a good sharpening,
but I suppose we ought to feed her, first.
Fresh emu eyeball... ?
Masticate, Cleopatra.
If you don't chew your food, you'll end up with a "stem"-y ache!
Cleopatra!
You've gained five pounds.
I'm putting you on a strict diet and exercise regimen.
No more between-rat snacks!
Cleopatra!
Let go, Cleopatra!
Naughty plant!
Oh.
What's the matter, old man?
You sigh as though you just won the lottery.
Oh, this old electric chair is driving me crazy.
The voltage regulator either blocks out the entire neighbourhood.
Or,
gives out less power than a lightning bug.
You should stop trying to fix this old thing and get yourself one of these.
The Executioner 2000.
Wow.
Now that's a state-of-the-art electric chair!
I've been dying to get one of these for months.
But the stores are all either sold out or under indictment.
Well, it says here the magazine is giving one away free.
A poetry contest?
'Compose an ode to your favourite torture, and win an Executioner 2000'!
I'll do it!
Sorry!
Whoa!
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Falling from the sky, in a fiery blaze!
Crashing to the earth like a thunderous...
electric guitar.
That's not bad.
I think I'm gonna write that one down!
Alright.
You can have a little taste!
Ahh!
Save some for me... ! Agh... !
Thanks for nothin'!
110 pounds... ?
That's odd.
She still seems to be gaining weight.
Have you been doing your exercises?
Wait a minute.
Cleopatra...
What's this... ?
Spider cake crumbs?
And eyelashes?
Thunder bone!
Cleopatra!
The plant show is in two days.
I'm putting you on a strict, liquid, diet.
Me, first!
You may be wondering why I'm torturing you so early in the day.
Is it early?
I - I have an ailment.
Okay, so maybe it crossed my mind.
What did you do with Marie Antoinette?
Your doll?
I - I - I haven't done anything with her!
I swear... !
Cross my heart, and hope to live!
I didn't think so,
but I had to be certain.
You are one of the usual suspects.
That's okay.
I understand.
That one was just for fun.
Maybe the liquid diet isn't working.
Cleopatra doesn't look well at all!
Maybe it's just indigestion.
Maybe we should try giving her a bicarbonate!
That's a wonderful idea!
Open wide, Cleopatra~
Now Cleopatra, take your medicine like a good carnivorous plant... !
Are you thinking better, my sweet?
Aughhhhhhh!
Aughhh!
Oh.
I take that as a "no".
I have to win this contest, Mama.
Do you think this spell o' yours will really work?
Piece of cake.
That easy, huh?
No.
That's the first ingredient.
Now.
Leg of frog...
Snout of hog...
And a piece of gold... for a winning poll!
Oops...
Did someone call for a Spinning Gnome?
Oh, that's not even close... !
Thanks a lot.
Is that the only spell you've got?
Perhaps if I added toe of tick... ?
Never mind, Mama.
That did the trick!
'Electric chair, your vaults aren't there.'
That's not too bad.
If I win this, I'll be glad!
Uh-oh, my rhymes are neverending.
I think my brain might need some mending... !
Marie Antoinette was here.
How do you know?
Elementary, my dear Pugsley.
Did you see my doll when you entered this room?
No, it was as empty as a tomb.
What did you say?
Nothing?
Won't you please just go away?
You're talking funny, Uncle Fester.
Don't you have someone else to pester?
Come, Pugsley.
Let's take this to the laboratory for analysis.
[ MORTICIA, HOLDING up a DOLL to CLEO's "EAR" ] Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet. Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider, who bit the paralyzer,
then spun her in a silk cocoon,
so she could eat her for dinner.
Oh.
Dear...
Take five, Lurch.
Tish.
What are we going to do?
Nothing seems to be working.
I know.
Hey, Cleopatra, watch this... !
Well?
Well, that's funny.
It usually perks her right up.
This calls for drastic measures.
That's it. We'll call up the National Guard.
I was thinking of Cousin Fern.
She's good, too.
Gomez!
Morticia!
Cousin Fern... !
We haven't seen you since last Fall, when your leaves were turning.
Missed me?
Of course.
It feels so nice.
Now, now, dear, you can pollinate Fern later.
We always enjoy the extra honey when you visit.
Patience.
When I heard that Cleopatra was sick,
I pulled up my roots and came right away.
Oh!
You... poor... dear... !
Hm.
She's getting enough fertilizer.
Fresh bat guano.
I'll have Lurch pack you up some.
Thanks.
Appreciate that.
No root rot.
No leaf fungus...
No parasite.
I should hope not.
Mama keeps those in the kitchen.
Ooh, myy...
Is it serious?
I'm afraid so.
Cleopatra needs...
a transplant.
Ohhh...
I think the patient's ready.
Make sure you hold the scalpel steady!
Nice work, Lurch.
My favorite green's a mighty birch!
Pulse is steady.
Cleo is ready.
Trowel.
Do you think you'll need a towel?
Pruning shear.
At last, the crucial moment airs...
Good work.
I'll get the donor pot.
Stay with me, Cleo.
Don't leave us now, girl.
It won't be much longer.
Get me a clamp, stat!
Where's it at...!
This is going to take a lot of concentration.
I understand.
I'm a complication... !
Stay with me, Cleo.
Stay with me.
I don't think she's gonna make it.
And the beanstalk dropped a giant bean on the nasty little boy,
and crushed him into fertilizer.
So...
How is our patient?
Oh, Fern! She seems to be getting worse.
She's still not eating.
The transplant was a complete success.
I don't know what more I can do.
I'm stumped.
Fern!
You just got an emergency call.
A train was being climbed.
The bark was stripped.
A limb was broken, and they're separated all over the place!
Oh my, I have got to go set that branch immediately.
I hope you can visit again under happier circumstances.
Before I go,
Cleopatra is part-animal,
so it would be worthwhile to call a vet.
Oh, dear.
Kittycat ate the last one in town!
We'll just have to go out of town!
Thanks for the advice.
I just love the way you say goodbye... !
Mama! I finished my poem today,
but my rhyme won't go away.
It'll wear off soon,
but it can be annoying.
My conversations, it's destroying!
All I need to take back your rhyme,
is a dash of bat weed,
and a little bit of grime.
Give it a minute.
Where is my hourglass?
Instead of taking back the rhyme,
your magic sent me back in time.
Mama... !
You must reverse this spell.
You've made my life a living...
Well...
C'mon Cleopatra, at least a taste... ?
It's fresh from the sewer.
Querida?
The veterinarian is here.
Dr Jim?
This is my lovely wife, Morticia.
I hope you can help us.
I just worry we're too late.
Oh, let's take a look.
I'm sorry.
He's gone.
The rat?
Of course, that's Cleopatra's dinner.
She usually prefers to play with her food,
but she's simply too weak right now.
Cleopatra?
Your patient.
I think there's been a mistake.
That's a plant. [ POINTS at CLEO ]
I'm an animal doctor.
Well, Cleopatra's part-komodo dragon.
On her mother's side.
Surely you can see your way to taking a look.
We'll gladly pay double your usual fee.
As long as I'm here, I might as well take a look.
Hey!
It ate my stethoscope!
See?
She can't keep a thing down.
Granny... is clear.
Lurch... has an alibi.
And Father... is innocent.
So it leaves these tests,
to give us the answer.
That's it!
What?
D'you find out where Marie Antoinette is?
Yes.
Now hold this. [ PLACES FRAYED WIRE in his HAND ]
Is this the clue that will help us solve the case?
No.
It's a live wire from the generator.
Uh oh...
All work and no play.
Bores me.
Well, Dr. Jim,
what's wrong with her?
I have no idea. I mean,
the prognosis doesn't look good.
Oh, my.
Ahem.
Wednesday, dear.
It's not very pleasant in here.
Come closer.
Have you checked her throat?
Her throat?
She has a throat?
Open your... whatever, and say "ahh".
Come on.
Come on!
Be a good girl...
Wha, ow!
Ow, ow!
Marie Antoinette.
Thank you.
Cleopatra!
You've recovered!
Gomez, let's make Dr Jim our personal veterinarian.
Capital idea!
Snuffles has been complaining of a tusk ache for weeks!
Snuffles?
Uh...
You'll have to call my office.
And... now I'll say my goodbyes.
How would you do with a box of flies?
Well, depending on how they feel.
I'll let you see my electric eel.
Ha ha... !
Bye!
Fester.
I thought your poem was finished?
It is,
but my rhyming hasn't diminished.
But never fear, as of today.
My will go away.
Is it just me,
or is this room starry?
Sorry.
The 'Most Vicious on Show'!
That's quite an honour, young lady!
She ate up the competition.
Literally!
Cleopatra's not the only winner in the family.
The Executioner 2000!
I won the poetry contest!
Fester! You didn't rhyme.
Hey, you're right.
I guess the spell wore off.
So, is the Executioner 2000 all she's cracked up to be?
There's only one way to find out.
Awooooo... !