Where in the World is Willard Kraft Part 7
"Who.... who are you?" Salem stammered. He had never heard of a talking flea before. Maybe it was some new punishment from the Witches' Council.
"willard kraft!!" The flea cried.
"What? You know, this has potential," Salem said with a smile. "Say, Willy, how would you like to split this money with me, twenty/eighty? You just be a good flea and don't bite me."
Willard the flea thought it over for a minute. At his tiny size, it seemed that the piles of money stretched forever. If he agreed to share with the cat, he would be financially secure for the rest of his life. Then he remembered his poor Zuzu. He couldn't do that to her.
"no!! put that money back!!" he cried as he bit the cat again.
Just then, Hilda and Sabrina and Hilda came back into the living room and spotted the cat with his sack full of money.
"Salem!" Hilda cried as she stormed over to the cat and snatched the sack of money. "What do you think you're doing? We need this money to save Zelda!"
"Were you going to gamble with this, cat?" Sabrina asked with a frown.
"Maybe," the cat replied as the two witches glared at him. Then he remembered that he had a bargaining chip on his ear. "Say, Hilda, would you let me keep that money if I could tell you where Mr. Kraft is?"
"And how would you know where Willard is? You spend all of your time napping, cat."
"I have my ways. You know, it isn't going to do Zelda any good to be bailed out of jail if she just gets convicted of murder. I would think about my offer if I were you," Salem said as he strolled casually out of the room struggling to ignore the painful bites to his ear.
"Aunt Hilda, do you think he really does know something?" Sabrina asked.
"He's way too smug. He's definately got something in that little cat head. Let's go talk to him," Hilda said as she picked up the sack of money and headed after the cat
"So, you decided you need my help after all," Salem said as the two witches came into the kitchen.
"Here's your money, now spill. Where's Willard?"
"Money! Lovely money!" Salem cried as he stuck his face into the bag.
"No sniffing the money until you talk!" Sabrina said as she jerked the cat out of the bag. "Where is he?"
"Alright. Settle down. He's on my ear. Someone turned him into a flea. Now may I go back to my money?"
"What?" Hilda said as she pulled out a high powered magnifying glass and looked at Salem's ear. She could definately see a flea but how could she be sure it was Willard? "Flea, if you're Willard, take two steps forward."
"Is it him, Aunt Hilda?" Sabrina asked as Hilda looked up.
"It's either him or Salem has superfleas," Hilda said with a frown. "Now we just have to find out why he's a flea and figure out how to change him back."