Darrin came home from work, one evening. Sam wasn't immediately there.
"Sam, I'm home," he called.
"I'm in the basement, dear. I'll be right up. But you'd better be prepared for a little shock!"
"Huh?"
She came up the stares and greeted him-covered in soap suds! It was all over her from the top of her head, down to her bare feet (she had taken her shoes off).
"You look like a soap bunny!"
"I feel like one! There's a little mishap with the washing machine."
He sighed. "That's another expense we don't need!"
"I'm afraid it is my fault!," another voice said.
An older woman came up the stares. She was also covered in soap suds.
He sighed. "Aunt Clara!"
"I was helping with the laundry, and I made a spell that went a little haywire."
"Well, can you undo it?"
"I'm afraid that spell has slipped my mind, at the moment."
"I need a drink!"
"I'll fix one for you, dear," said his wife. She went to the bar and fixed drinks for the both of them.
"I'm just remembering something," said Aunt Clara. "When I was 19, I pulled a prank on the other girls at my college. It involved the washing machine producing soap suds."
"Can you remember how you undid it?," asked Sam.
"No, I can't."
"Perhaps you could make yourself young again, like you did once before."
"That's a good idea! Let's see:
"Winds of time, if you can,
Make me 19 years old, again!"
She became a 19-year-old girl! She looked like a typical 1920's flapper.
"Ah, yes, now I remember the spell, again! I'd better take my shoes off, before going down there."
She did this, then she went down to the basement. A couple minutes later, she came back up. She was once again covered in soap suds!
"It's fixed, now."
"That's a relief!," said Darrin.
She put her shoes back on and recited another poem:
"Winds of time, by the laws,
Return me to the age I was."
Once again, she turned back to her original age. The soap suds were again off of her.
"I'm sorry for the trouble I caused, my dear."
"That's OK.," said Sam. "Oh, can you dry me off, please?"
"Certainly, my dear."
She twitched her nose. Unfortunately, instead of getting rid of the soap suds over Sam, the spell caused her to become drenched with water! Despite himself, Darrin laughed at this.
"Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I'll try it again."
"Uh, that's OK! I'll just change into dry clothes."
"Oh. Well, I guess I'd better be going, now. Goodbye, my dear."
"Goodbye, Aunt Agatha."
She disappeared.
"I'll get a towel for you, Sam."
"No, that's OK. Since I'm wet anyway, I might as well clean up. You can make sandwiches for yourself, can't you?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
They kissed. He went to the kitchen, she went to the basement.