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So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly... Hills, that is.

And Granny ain't even put in her dried beetle's bat wings and her spider legs.

Then we kiss some.

On your magic mattress?

Well, you said you didn't want me wearing them tight pants no more.

You ought to have a heart.

Unless the hillbillies did it.

Satisfell, take your shoes off.

So then we went to hugging, kissing.

Now, don't you worry.

And now then, Mrs. Drysdale, let's get back to that beautiful, clampered castle with the chickens and the hawks.

Now that's gonna make us friends with Mrs. Drysdale.

It takes a first-class doctor to give that.

But I'm going to whop up my special nerve tonic and take it to her.

Now, Granny... You must all leave immediately.

All right, get a move on, everybody.

Now, I don't want to hear any more talk about leaving the hospital.