Hair.

Hair where?

Hair-growing polters?

Chief, you've got hair!

Look who has hair!

What's the matter with me?

Cutting off a person's hair and burying it in the ground overnight to cast a spell on his sickness.

None that you didn't bring with you.

We want to take it with us.

Now, Chief, what's the matter with you two?

Please, Granny, I changed my hair.

I had to make do with old timey ways.

You are constricting my brachial artery with your hemostatic grasp.

You can't grow hair like that overnight.

How many of my critters can I take back home with me?

You see, cutting off a person's hair and burying it in the ground to cast a spell is not the approved method of practicing medicine here in Beverly Hills.

She whacked off my hair too, didn't she?

Well, I'm afraid there's not... Granny, Granny, Mr. Drysdale has something very important to discuss with you.

You'd like to have your hair back, wouldn't you?

Then he poked his finger in my face, and he says he's gonna get after me with a doctor's board.