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Gorgeous.

Oh, heh heh.

Aunt Clara, why didn't you
tell me you were coming?

Yeah, well, I... I... I...
I didn't know.

Now, I...
I was home in bed asleep,

and, uh, unfortunately
I talk in my sleep.

And...

Well, I...

Pardonnez-moi.

Well, Aunt Clara,
I'll take care of that.

Oh.

Oh! Heh heh.

Oh, thank you, dear.

You're so talented.

Sweetheart!
Guess who just dropped in?

[Darrin] Do I have to?

Aunt Clara.

Just in time
for Thanksgiving dinner.

Isn't that wonderful?

I don't think
he hears you.

Darrin,
can you hear me?

[Darrin] No!

Told you so.

Excuse me, Aunt Clara.

Don't do that!

Don't you be rude
to Aunt Clara.

Honey, it was just that
I was looking forward

to a peaceful dinner
with just the three of us.

It'll be a peaceful dinner
with just the four of us.

Wanna bet?

No.

But she's here now, and we'll
just have to make the best of it.

Come on downstairs.

Oh, no...
No, thank you, dear.

Uh... Tabitha,

now Aunt Clara...
will tell you all about,

uh, the first
Thanksgiving.

It was a blast.

We ate for three days.

You were there?

Why, yes,
of course.

[Clara] Oh, what memories.

The Pilgrims.

Plymouth Rock.

Miles Standish.

Priscilla.

John Alden.

Boston Blackie.

Uh, no, one minute.

No, that's not, uh,
quite right.

I think I'll go
and check the turkey.

I think I'll make
another drink.

Samantha?
Uh, uh, Darrin.

Uh, w-would you mind
if I didn't stay to dinner?

Not at all.

I mean, we want you to do
what you wanna do.

Well, I'd love to stay,

but reminiscing about,
uh, Plymouth

has made me homesick

for the girls I knew
that settled there.

Heh heh. I'd, uh...
I'd like to visit them.

We understand,
Aunt Clara

I'll make a plane reservation
for you.

No, no, no.
That won't be necessary.

I-- I know what
you're thinking.

But I'm perfectly capable

of getting there
on my own power.

Turkey poult down

send me back
to Plymouth town.

You sure you don't wanna
take the plane?

No, thank you.

- You'd love it.
- How 'bout a train?

No, thank you.

Wings of falcon

turkey poult down

take us back
to Plymouth town.

Sam, where are we?

Plymouth,
of course.

What... What are you
doing here?

Aunt Clara, we got caught
in your jet stream.

Hey, what is this?

Oh. Oh,
I'm so sorry.

But don't
you worry.

Now, I brought
you here,

and if you don't
want to stay,

I'll zap you home.
- No, thanks.

You will not
zap us home.

We will zoom home
the old-fashioned way.

By jet airliner.

Ohh.

Sam, this is Plymouth.

17th-century
Plymouth.

Yes.
Isn't it exciting?

- Huh?
- Well...

Sam, we gotta
get out of here.

They burned witches
in the 17th century.

The ones they thought
were witches.

Not the real ones.

The big witch hysteria
didn't start until much later.

Well, I don't like even
a little witch hysteria.

Sam, can't you think of some way
to zap us away from here?

Aunt Clara zapped us here
and she has to zap us back.

What about
our clothes?

How will we ever
explain our clothes?

Oh, well, don't worry,
sweetheart.

That, I can handle.

Ooh, uh... Uh...

Now, sweetheart,
don't worry.

Greetings to thee, stranger.

Greetings to thee.

Uh, we have come
from out of the wilderness.

We have marched
nearly 20 mile this day.

I warrant thou shalt have
reason for the giving of thanks.

Nay, we are poorly.

A crust of bread
is all that standeth

between us
and starvation.

Take thee and thy family
to the table of John Alden,

20 yards distance,
and join us with the Indians

on this day
of feasting.

Are thout... I mean,
art thou John Alden?

I am.

Ooh!

[Samantha] Imagine!

I didn't know
you spoke Pilgrim.

Oh!

We have been invited
to dinner by John Alden.

Good morrow.

Greetings.

Hi there.
Everything okay?

'Tis a poor jest.

My husband
meant thee no harm.

What's with him?

Well, uh, "Hi there.
Everything okay?"

Is not exactly a popular
17th-century greeting.

Just follow my cue,
and thou shalt be

as one with the others.

Aye, so be it.

And I'll feel a lot better
when thine Aunt Clara

getteth us the heck
out of here.

Thou art
groovy.

Greetings.

Uh, why dost thou allow
thy womenfolk to eat and idle?

There are few enough
to tend to the cooking.

Get thee to thy pots.

Don't speak to my wife
in that tone of voice.

I mean, uh, speaketh not
to my wife thusly.

We'll get something to eat
with the womenfolk.

- Come on.
- Yes, I...

- Be careful.
- You too.

I'm so worried about you
in the 17th century,

I couldn't eat a thing.

Thou art
very sweet.

Maybe I could
force myself.

All I had for breakfast
was puffed rice.

Puffed rice?

Hmm, 'tis a jest.

He hath a penchant
for poor jests.

This very morn, when I...

Thou never couldst
carve a roast, Phineas,

without adding a mite
of thine own blood.

'Tis the fault
of this poor jester

and his strange womenfolk.

Aunt Clara,
are you concentrating

on getting us
out of here?

Oh, yes.
Now, don't you worry.

- I'm getting closer.
- Oh, good.

Double double
toil and trouble...

Aunt Clara, this is no
time for Shakespeare.

You're supposed
to zap us back home.

Well, uh, "Double, double,
toil and trouble"

seemed to fit
the situation.

Oh, it fits.
It just doesn't work.

I don't like this dream.
It's too much work.

Maybe it isn't a dream.

But if it isn't a dream,
what is it?

And then
he sayeth to me,

"That wast no lady,
that wast my wife."

Captain Standish,

I do believe
I saw Phineas laugh.

The festivity doth raise
my spirits, I'll not deny it.

Canst thou remember the last
time thy mood was so festive?

Aye, 'twas across the sea,
at the burning of a witch.

[Francis] We hanged
all our witches.

Oh, 'twere merrier
to burn them.

You...

I mean, uh,
thou findest pleasure

at the burning
of a witch?

Indeed.
Wouldst thou not?

Well, certainly not.
Some of my...

I mean,
some of my closest...

That is, I findeth,
uh, other sport

more to my fan thy.

Uh, fancy.

He speaks in a manner
that rings strangely to the ear.

Aye.

And his womenfolk
are stranger.

The whole world seems
strange to thee, Phineas.

Honey. Honey, we have
to get out of here.

I don't like that anti-witch talk
that nut Phineas is spreading.

- It's dangerous for you.
- Now, don't worry, sweetheart.

Aunt Clara is making
some progress.

What do I do
with this laundry bag?

It's not a laundry bag,
it's a pudding bag,

and we have to dip it
in some boiling water.

Oh, uh, we'd better get a
fire started under that pot.

I'll do it, honey.

Anything else
you'd like me to do?

Witch!

Witch!

There is a witch
among us!

There is
witchcraft here.

There is a witch
among us.

- Who, her?
- No. Him!

Sam,
where's Tabitha?

Oh, she's playing
with the other children.

She thinks
this is great fun.

Oh, it is. I wouldn't
miss it for the world.

They can't really burn me
as a witch, can they?

Not... Not while
I'm around.

You don't sound
too convincing.

- I don't?
- Uh-uh.

Well, I'm certainly trying.

Ye are accused
of being a witch.

'Tis a grave charge.
What say ye to it?

It's ridic...
Uh, 'tis ridiculous.

I art not now,
nor hath I ever been a witch.

Admit to witchcraft,
or 'twill go ill with you.

You'll be burned
for refusing to confess.

And if I do confess?

Then you'll be burned
for being a witch.

I don't supposeth thine has
heard of thy Bill of Rights?

Can ye not
speak more plainly?

What I meaneth to say ith...

I mean, is... hath
I no rights at all?

Indeed, in this village,
ye do.

Speak for yourself, John.

Let us hear proper evidence
before lighting any fires.

Aye, John,
that will be done.

Tell us, Phineas,

why thou has made
so grave a charge?

I can explain...

I mean, um,
I canst explaineth,

if thou wilt but
remove me from these chains.

Do not free him.

It is a witch's trickery.

Were the accused
truly a witch,

could mere iron
contain his trickery?

The good woman
speaketh sensibly.

I wouldst release him
from his chains.

Very well.

Oh. Oh, poor,
dear Darrin.

Now, how can
a young man like him

get into
such trouble as this?

Oh, I must help him.

Aunt Clara,
just concentrate

on trying to remember
how to get us out of here.

Yes, yes, I understand.
I understand and I'll...

I... I really will
concentrate.

- Thank you.
- Oh, it's nothing at all.

Didst thou
light the fire

as Master Phineas
hath saideth?

I hath lighted the fire,
but not as he hath saideth.

Didst thou strike
a spark to flint?

Or make heat by rubbing
wood against wood?

Nay, I did none of these.

I used a match.

- A what?
- A match.

Tis a sliver of wood
with chemicals on it.

I have one here.

There is Nought to fear.

See? 'Tis out now.

This object...

that the accused
hath called, um...

- Match.
- A match...

may be a device of witchery.

To test it,
we must find out

if any one of us
can light it.

- Then shall we be able to...
- 'Twill not work.

It has already been lighted.
'Twill not light again.

Silence!

I only wisheth
to explaineth about matcheth.

Silence!

Continue.

He doth not like my idea,

which leadeth me to believe
it may be sound.

Only a witch
can make a fire

from a plain
stick of wood.

I wouldst
defend the accused.

Sam, you can't defend me.
It's too dangerous.

They believe only a witch
would defend someone

who's accused
of being a witch.

That makes me
the logical choice, doesn't it?

You may defend
the accused.

I thank thee.
First...

But, uh, after Phineas

has presented
all his evidence.

The first time
the accused witched me,

I almost
dropped a turkey.

It didst not satisfy
such as he.

When I carved the fowl,
he wrought his witchery again,

causing me to cut my finger.

And if that is
not sufficient for ye,

I wouldst report
his conjuring this very morn.

How did he greet me
this morn?

Good morrow?

Good day?

Greetings to thee?

No. No, none of these.

This witch didst
raise his hand thusly

and spake the conjure words,

"Hi there.
Everything okay?"

How dost thou know
that this be witchery?

Aye, I find the same
question at my lips.

If this
be not witchery,

what else
couldst it be?

'twere not a greeting
known to mortal man.

Hast thou not noticed
a strangeness

in his speech,
captain?

Aye, that I have.

What be this strangeness
of speech and manner?

Why doth he speak
and act

and look different
than all of us?

If it 'Tweren't for the
witchery within the man?

Woman, hast thou anything
to say in his defense?

Aye.

First, I wouldst
congratulate Master Phineas.

He hath shown us
a way out of difficulties

that all can follow.

Art thou clumsy?

'Tis not
thine own fault.

Cry witch.

Art thou forgetful?

Blame not thyself.

Cry witch.

Whatever thy failings,

take not the fault
upon thyself.

'Tis more a comfort
to place it on another.

And how do we decide
who is the witch?

'Tis simple.

Again... Master Phineas
hath shown us the way.

Doth someone speak
differently from thee?

A sign of witchery.

Doth he show
different mannerisms?

Witchery, of course.

And should we not find

differences
in speech and manner

to support a charge
of witchery,

be of good cheer.

There are other differences.

What of he...
who looketh different?

What of she whose name
hath a different sound?

If one examineth
one's neighbors closely,

he will find
differences enough

so that no one is safe
from the charge of witchery.

But is that what we seek
in this new world?

Methinks not.

The hope of this world

lieth in our acceptance
of all differences,

and a recognition
of our common humanity.

Hear, hear, hear!

But what of
the witch's stick?

No fine words canst prove
that he who maketh fire

with a stick of wood
be not the witch.

The honor of such a test

doth go to the man who
hath brought the charges.

To clearly prove that
he himself is not a witch.

Are you afraid to strike
the witch's stick?

Since Phineas hath made
the witch's stick to light,

he must confess
himself a witch,

else... he must withdraw
all the charges

made against
the accused.

Uh, Samantha.

Samantha. Oh, dear.

Oh, it just...
It just came back to me.

Yeah, it came back to me
in a flash.

Oh, it wasn't a flash, really.
It... It was a flame.

- Yes.
- A flame. Uh, the match.

The match
reminded me of...

Uh...

Master Phineas
hath withdrawn

his charge
against the accused.

Wing of fire
eye of flame...

We hold the accused innocent
and free him of his bonds.

Take us back
to whence we came.

Oh.

Where's Tabitha?

Oh. Hi, sweetie. My goodness,
you've had quite a day, haven't you?

Oh, I hope I didn't
leave anything

out of that
incantation.

- Uh, uh, uh...
- Like what?

Like Darrin.

Darrin?

Darrin?

Darrin! Darrin!

Darrin?

[Darrin] Sam!

Ohhh!

- Oh, ha ha.
- Mmm.

Abner!

Abner!
Wait till you see this!

Oh!

Ohh.

Oh!

Abner,
when you see this,

you'll know
that all the other times

you thought
I was just dreaming...

You'll know
I was just dreaming.

Oh, poor Mrs. Kravitz.

Uh-huh.

Mmm.

Darling, it's delicious.

Oh, you... you sure
it isn't overcooked?

No, it's perfect.

The truth is, you usually
undercook turkey.

This is just
the way I like it.

You mean, you've hated all the other
turkeys I've ever cooked for you?

No, they were all delicious.

This one, naturally,
is super delicious.

Oh, thank you, sweetheart.

Oh, well, it's better
than those tough wild turkeys

we had in Plymouth.

Aunt Clara, will you please
pass the cranberry sauce

and, uh, talk about
something else?

Oh, here.

Well, yes, there is
something I want to talk about.

Now, Christmas
will be here soon.

Now, I have an idea,
uh, where to spend it

that would be
very enjoyable,

and very educational
for Tabitha too.

Now, look here.

Now, uh,
how many children,

uh, have the opportunity
to meet, uh, Santa Claus?

And after all,
the, uh, North Pole

isn't so very far away.

And... We could all go there
the day before Christmas.