Meanwhile

Harvey had carried the crying Salem out of the office, and into, directly beside the elevator. To Salem's surprise, Harvey placed the cat down on an table outside the elevator door, and untied him.

"Hey, cat, how's about you tell me how we can save Sabrina, before she and Bugsy go down the aisle?"

"Your still you . . . sort of?" asked Salem.

"Who's else would I be?" asked Harvey. "I faked going along with the boss's order so I'd be able to save Sabrina. Did I just, er, just call Bugsy Sharper the boss?

"Forget it. Phone Hilda and Zelda"

"Where can I find them two dames?"

"Phone Sabrina's house. Their probably still there."

Harvey picked up the phone on the table.

At the Spellman House

"I'll get it," said Morgan, as she ran to the phone, and picked it up.

She was expecting an important call from her pedicurist.

"Them two tomatoes, Hilda and Zelda there?" Harvey asked her. "I'm at Sharper's Juice Joint, tell 'em I want to talk to 'em. stat."

"Who was that?" asked Roxie, after Morgan had hung up the phone.

"Oh some guy," said Morgan. "I think he want's a date with Sabrina's aunt's, I think he's calling from some place called 'Sharper's Juice Joint.'" I told him their out, but they'd be back, for sure. Ever since Sabrina ran off with Harvey they've been hanging around here like they owned the place."

"Morgan, they do own the place," answered Roxie.

"Since when?" asked Morgan.

Back in Las Vegas

Harvey told Salem the aunts were out.

"Plan B," said Salem. "We rush Bugsy, and hope we don't get slaughtered."

They burst into Bugsy's office, only to find that he had left. Sabrina was still there, but the concrete had been replaced but a ball and chain manacled to her left ankle, and her fingers were encased together in a Chinese finger trap.

"I'm a gonna rescue you babe," Harvey told Sabrina, running to her, and removing the Chinese finger trap. Sabrina zapped away the ball and chain.

"Thanks Harvey," said Sabrina. "But how did you escape the spell . . ."

"What spell, doll?" he asked her. Then he dipped her and kissed her. "Only spell I'm under is yours, I'm all goofy for you."

"Your goofy all right," said Sabrina. "Harvey, we've got to get out of here. Bugsy's gonna be back from the Casino in any minute. Let's get your wheels and scram," Sabrina got ready to zap them out. Harvey?

Harvey was struggling under some strange impulse. He kept wincing, gritting his teeth together, and trying to shake something out of his head. He wasn't able to do it.

"Bugsy's not gonna escape what he's tried to do to you," said Harvey angrily. "I'm gonna use my chopper to put some daylight into him."

He ran from the room.

"All right, I've been rescued from the gangster, but now my boyfriend's speaking like a gangster and is about to go on a murderous rampage through a Los Vegas Hotel," said Sabrina to herself. "That's a new one, even for me."

Sabrina heard the elevator ding at their floor. Thinking quickly, Sabrina zapped the elevator out of order, after Harvey had went in, trapping him inside. "That'll buy me some time" she thought. Then, she asked, exasperated "Salem, what's going on?"

"Bugsy tried to put a goon spell on Harvey," explained Salem. It should of made Harvey one of Bugsy's hired goons, who'd do anything he said. It didn't work the way it should of, Harvey kept his personality, except somehow it warped into one of a gangster. And if your gonna ask me how to reverse it, Sabrina, it can't be reversed because it didn't hold properly in the first place."

"Why didn't it work?"

"Either cause the old "you can't use magic to destroy true love rule," (Sabrina smiled) or simply because Harvey's had so many spells put on him he's built up a partial immunity to magic."

"What'll I do? If Harvey ends up on the chair, someone else is also gonna be fried."

"Ghe?" said Salem. After a moment's thought, he said, "I think I know what you can do. Harvey knows who he is, sort of, and that he loves you. He's smart enough to know he's under a spell. All you have to do is explain to him he's under a spell, take away his gun, and keep him under control until he's back to normal."

"Great," said Sabrina.

"Good luck," said Salem.

"Oh, its nice of you to face Bugsy when he comes back up here and finds that I'm gone."

"Like I said," said Salem, "I'm going with you." He sobbed.

Sabrina and Salem went to the elevator, only to find Harvey had opened the elevator doors (likely by pushing the elevator door open button), and escaped, probably down the stairs. Sabrina zapped herself to the lobby, "Good," she said. "He's not here yet."

Her joy was short lived, in a moment Harvey came charging out of the stairwell, machine gun in hand. The people in the lobby screamed.

"HA HA HA," laughed Sabrina loudly, but hollowly. "SHAKER'S JUICE JOINT SURE GOES ALL OUT WITH THESE PRANKS. HE LOOKS JUST LIKE THE GANGSTER ON THE SIGN OUTSIDE."

Harvey was holding up the desk clerk by machine gun, "Where's the boss?" he snarled. The desk clerk stared at him. "Bugsy Shaker." he added.

"T-the private dining room," the desk clerk stammered.

Harvey, with Sabrina (carrying Salem) hot on his heels, ran to the private dining room.

Bugsy was talking to the chef. On seeing them come in, he zapped the chef back to the kitchen.

"What're you doing kid. I ordered ya to throw the cat to the dogs, and I didn't tell ya to let the tomato go." He noticed Harvey had the machine gun pointed at him. "You keep this up, kid, and yous is headin' to the big sleep."

"Naw Boss, but you's are," Harvey answered, firing. Sabrina zapped the gun, so that it could only shoot water. Bugsy, who had already magically shielded himself against bullets, was caught off guard, as the water sprayed him in his face.

Sabrina saw her chance. "Until his crush on me dies away, he'll want to marry me every day. To survive this I have to have a Bugsy Sharper who is meek, make him a mime for a week." "Won't remember a thing," thought Sabrina to herself.

Suddenly, Bugsy Sharper turned into a mime. He started to walk against the wind.

"A fate worse than death," Salem observed.

Harvey, who had been looking in the barrow of his gun, turned to the mime in surprise. Sabrina took her chance, zapped away the gun, and once again encased Harvey's shoes in cement.

"Hey, baby doll. What did ya do that for?" asked Harvey.

"First of all, the name's Sabrina. Second of all, Harvey, you've got to realize your under a spell, before I let you go. That is, unless you want to become Public Enemy Number One."

After a little explaining, Sabrina felt confident enough to release Harvey from the cement, and zap him back into his old clothes.

"Doll - I mean Sabina . . . doll. I'm gonna keep myself under control." Harvey told her.

"No need," said Sabrina. "Important thing is that we're together and Bugsy's trapped in a box."

Bugsy was miming out that he was trapped in a box.

"So how's long is it doll, I mean Sabrina, that I'm gonna be a hard boiled egg?" asked Harvey.

"Well I'm not sure what you said," said Sabrina, "but hope my Aunt's come to take it off soon. No way I you to tell me at the alter that me marrying you is an offer I can't refuse."

"Why," said Salem indignantly, "that's exactly what I told my first wife. All in the spirit of fun, of course."

"Meanwhile," said Harvey, "How's about I blow some moolah on eats for us two."

"That's sweet," said Sabrina. "I hate the way you said it, but its still sweet."

"Copacetic," said Harvey.

"How about eats for the cat?" asked Salem.

"Spend some time with your old friend," Sabrina said. Salem sobbed as they left. He had nothing to do but watch Bugsy Sharper mime a wall.