(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
HILDIE: Three dragon eyeballs and six sasquatch hairs.
And stir.
(LIQUID SLOSHING)
(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)
(HISSING)
(SNIFFING)
HILDIE: Oh, Thomas! Where are you?
Mummy needs you to rub this balm on her feet.
(SNORING)
There you are.
Stop fake sleeping and get over here, you lazy cat.
(SNIFFING)
(LAUGHING)
Come now, Thomas.
I haven't got all day.
(SCREAMS)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(THUD)
(LAUGHS AND CHOMPS)
Here, Thomas, this vanishing cream
will make those foot warts disappear, a-la-kazam!
Be sure to get between the toes.
(FLIES BUZZING)
-(BALM SQUISHING) -Oh, yes.
Just watch those warts disappear.
Oh, dear!
I might have made this batch of balm a bit too strong.
I better go rinse this off.
You can go back to fake sleep, Thomas.
(WHISTLES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(JERRY LAUGHING)
(CHEWING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(BALM SQUISHING)
(SNIFFING)
(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(THUD)
(CHIRPING)
(THUDDING)
(CHIRPING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(THUDDING)
(CHOMPING)
(BURPING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SKIDDING)
(METAL CLANGING)
(CHIRPING)
(THUDDING)
(UNSHEATHES KNIFE)
(CHOPPING)
(SIGHS) Do you mind? I'm trying to take a...
(SCREAMS) A top of the floating mouse-head.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SCREAMS)
-And his ghost-cat compadre. -(DOOR SLAMS)
(COUGHING)
(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)
(BALM SQUISHING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
-(SCREAMS) -(CRASHING)
(SCREAMS)
(JERRY WHISTLES)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CRASHING)
(LIQUID SLOSHING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(RUSTLING)
(LIQUID SLOSHING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(RUSTLING)
(SNOW CRUNCHING)
(JERRY SCREAMS)
(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(CRASHING)
-(ICLE CRACKS) -(FREE FALLING)
(TOM YOWLS)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
-(BALM SLOSHING) -(FOOTSTEPS)
(HURRIED FOOTSTEPS)
(WATER DRIPPING)
(THUD)
(BALM SLOSHING)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(CLAPPING AND WHISTLING)
-(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS) -(CRACKING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CRASHING)
(GROWLING AND CHOMPING)
(CRASHING)
(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(SPLASHING)
-(DOOR SLAMS) -(PANTING)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
(CRASHING)
-HILDIE: Thomas! -(ROARING)
Whatever are you doing, you horrid creature?
(WHIMPERING)
HILDIE: Oh, no, not you, dear. Thomas!
(GASPS)
(CRASHING)
HILDIE: Come, Jerry, rub some more balm on my feet.
BEATIE: Oh, Jerry, don't dawdle, dear.
These corns aren't going to grind themselves down, you know?
HILDIE: And be sure to do a good job scrubbing our guests' feet, Thomas.
(SCRUBBING)