In the days and months that followed, Seymoura and Harry went to town often, with the specific idea in mind to capture criminals and save people from harrowing situations. Harry saved people from falling off bridges, tall towers, saved several women tied to railroad tracks just as the trains were coming, rescued a man hanging onto a large clock and flew to help a lady kidnapped by a large gorilla who had climbed a tall building. He assisted in the gorilla's capture by flying by and sprinkling some of the doctor's laughing powder on the beast. It seemed there was always someone to rescue. Then sometimes Harry would fly home, making sure he changed into his own clothes and would have a wonderful visit with his parents.

One evening Harry arrived home just in time for dinner. His mother met him at the door and kissed him, pulling him in and seating him at the table.

His father was already sitting at the table, waiting for supper. "Well Harry," said Arthur. "How is your job coming? And who is it that you are apprenticed to? I don't think I caught his name the last time you were here."

"His name is Dr Seymour Seymour and he is a cat. Although sometimes he's a giraffe, but he likes being a cat better, because he doesn't bump his head and then once he was an elephant, but he couldn't get through all the doors and he was scared of the mice then too…"

"Never mind, Harry," said his father. "I think you did tell me that the last time. Are they reading you fairy tales?"

"No, Dad."

"Let's try again, Harry. Now you said the doctor lives with his sister. And what's her name?"

"It's Miss Seymoura Seymour, Dad. And she has a dog named Igor. He's the niftiest looking dog I ever did see!"

"Harry, if you're going to make up things, why don't you come up with something believable…"

"I'm telling the truth, Dad really!"

"Arthur," spoke up Harry's mother, Edith. "Harry wouldn't lie. I'm sure he believes every word he tells us!" She turned to her son. "So what does the doctor have you do?"

"Ummm. I can't tell you. It's a secret."

"Come now, Harry, you can tell us…"

"You won't believe me."

"Of course we will, we're your Mom and Dad!" said his mother. His father looked sceptical.

"OK. Here's what I do. I drink green Jell-o."

"That's all they feed you? Oh, my poor dear…"

"No, Mom. I drink green Jell-o so I can fly."

"Excuse me?" said his father.

Harry smiled sweetly. "It's the truth!"

"You fly…"

"Yes. It's very much fun!"

"Edith," said Arthur. "Do we have any money saved for a psychiatrist? I was afraid it might come to this one day…"

"Now Arthur, be a little understanding. Our boy has been away from home a long time now. It's certain to make a child a bit addle-brained."

"Edith, he started out addle-brained. What he is now, I couldn't say. Find that shrink who has a rubber room…"

Edith reached her arm around her son. "Arthur, you just leave the boy alone. He's apparently doing a wonderful job for the doctor, isn't that right?" Harry nodded.

"How much are they paying you, boy?" asked Arthur.

Harry put his finger between his teeth again. "I don't know…"

"Harry, what do you mean you don't know …what's the matter with you? Isn't that the reason you left home, to make your fortune…to at least make some money?"

"I don't know…"

"Arthur, leave the boy alone. After all, an apprentice doesn't make any money. He learns how to do something from a master craftsman. Now, Harry, what is it that the doctor does for a living?"

"He invents things."

"Like what?"

"Like the Victrola, the radio and Jell-o…oh and earplugs."

"Harry, those things have already been invented."

"I told him that."

The conversation got a bit quiet after that. Arthur thought that this doctor seemed like a person even stranger than their son. And then there was the fact that Harry wasn't bringing in any money. This wasn't a good situation. The one good thing about it…it got Harry out of the house. And he was working…on what they didn't know. But he was getting room and board for whatever he was doing.

That evening, Harry decided to show his parents another of his newly found skills. First he gave them both a tiny gift that had been specially wrapped for each of them by Seymoura. "What's this?" asked Edith.

"Miss Seymoura said to say to you, You've never heard anything so quiet." I don't know what that means, Mom. But she told me to say it when I gave you the gifts." Each tiny box held a pair of ear plugs.

"Miss Seymoura told me to give you the gifts just before I show you how well I've done on…the violin!" He went over to the sink and shook out the tiny violin and sprayed it with a bit of water from the sink. His parents couldn't see what was happening as the violin grew right to full size in the sink and Harry wiped it off. He turned around and held it up with a flourish.

Arthur put his hand to his head. "Oh no," he groaned softly to his wife.

"Arthur," Edith pointed to the ear plugs and they both put them in. Harry played his badly-tuned antique violin for quite some time and was delighted to see his parents both smile at him all during the performance. He must have improved greatly!

After a nice visit, Harry went back to the doctor's mansion after promising his parents to come back home more often….without the violin.