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Thomas! The fire, dear cat.
Stoke the fire.
You wouldn't want us to catch a chill now, would you?
Thomas!
We need a bigger fire.
More wood, Thomas!
Shut the door!
More wood!
Ahh, perfect!
Now, stay put and keep that fire stoked.
Our potions!
Month's worth of witchery, gone!
Out, Thomas!
Beatie and I will decide your punishment later.
I told you we should have picked the black cat.
It's not too late to change our minds.
Don't be silly.
We can't just replace Thomas after all this time...
Phew!
Can we?
Well, we can't expect Thomas to be something he's not.
And, he's most certainly not a black cat.
I suppose you're right. We'll tell him tomorrow.
Let him have one last restful night in the cottage.
You always were a softie.
It's been nice knowing you, my friend.
All good things must come to an end, I suppose.
It saddens me to see you so hopeless.
Now, I must weep.
The mouse, he has found the potion that will transform you into a black cat.
Why do you two just stand there?
There are many ingredients you must gather.
Yes, that's it!
Now mix it all up with the umbrella.
No, no, no, no, no. You must open the umbrella first.
Bad luck, remember.
Go on, drink it. Salute!
Well, that was anti-climactic.
Yes, of course.
You must drink the potion while walking under a ladder.
It worked!
Perhaps, I speak to soon.
I've often wondered if there is truth to the old wives tale
that it's bad luck for a black cat to cross your path.
I will wonder no more.
Oh! -(SCREECHES)
Beatie, come look!
(GASPS) A black cat!
Just like we wanted.
Oh, let's call him Inky.
Pepper! -Licorice!
Smokey!
Smokey, it is!
You must be hungry.
Yes, you relax here and we'll prepare you a snack.
Oh, are you cold?
Poor cat.
We'll have Thomas start a fire for you.
Thomas!
There you are!
We have a house guest.
I need you to add more wood to the fire.
Hurry now!
What are you doing?
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