Harry was extremely embarrased coming into work, but decided to ignore what had happened the previous night, swallow his pride and walk into the clinic.

"Doctor, you're early." A shocked Laverne greeted him.

"I know. I didn't know what was worse, staying in that house or coming to work." Harry confessed.

"What's wrong? Are ya mad 'cause you flashed us yesterday?" Laverne asked.

"Yes, Laverne." Harry said.

"Think nothin' of it. These things happened all the time in Hickory." Laverne assured him. "Oh, and by the way, " she handed him a file. "Clara Harvey has been havin' stomach cramps. She threw up this mornin'."

"Oh, how is she?" Harry asked.

"High fever and her parents said you're the only one they trust to take a look at her."

"Alright." Harry took the file and walked down the hallway.

Meanwhile, Wednesday and her brother had decided to play a game on Harry's roof. Wednesday had tricked Pugsley into jumping off by telling him that below him would be hot coals. He liked this idea but sadly, all there was, was the ground. So, he jumped just as Charlie was strolling by to walk into the Weston's home. And Pugsley fell right on top of him.

"Ahh!" Charlie screamed. Barbra then walked outside, ready to leave for work when she saw him.

"Charlie, what-" Barbra paused. "Pugsley?"

"Wednesday!" Pugsley called from bellw and hopped off of Charlie. "I'm still alive!"

Wenesday sighed. "We'll try it again tomorrow!" She called.

Charlie moaned. "Charlie, I have to go. But here, I'll bring you inside. Can you walk?"

"I think so." Charlie attempted to stand up but needed serious assistance. Barbra then put his arm over her shoulder and walked him throught the house. There, she sat him on the couch.

"Charlie, I have to leave. But don't worry, Carol's here." She said.

"Okay, just as long as you don't leave me with the Addams Family." Charlie responded.

"I'll be back tonight. I'll call Daddy and explain what happened when I get to the station." Barbra informed him and walked out of the house.

Carol walked into the kitchen and on the fridge, found a note. "Dear Carol, " the note read. "Take care of Charlie, Pugsley fell on top of him." She assumed the note was written by her father before he left for work. She pulled up the blind that allowed her to see into the living room. "Charlie, I have to leave. But Barbra's here, she'll take care of you." She laughed at the thought of Pugsley fallong on him. But she felt sorry he was hurt.

"Wait!" Charlie called after her. "Barbra isn't-" and she left. "Here." He was becoming anxious. He found Morticia beautiful but she was pregnant, and the rest of the family was nuts from what he heard and witnessed. Charlie was worried one of them would notice him but he couldn't get up. So he waited.

Harry sat with Clara in the office. "So, Clara? I heard you've been having stomach cramps lately."

"Yea, and I think I know why." Clara said and held her stomach.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Well, these two kids came by my house yesterday. They were wearing black and they looked about my age. The boy was younger. And they said they could help me with my lemonade stand. They upped the price to fifty cents per glass and added something that looked like sugar. It didn't have a taste. But the after taste was real bad. So, I thanked them and asked them to leave."

"What does this have to do with your stomach cramps?" Harry asked.

"I think that stuff wasn't sugar." Clara admitted.n

"What do you think it was?" Harry asked.

"Poison." Clara said nonchalantly.

"Poison?" Harry soon became concerned. "You think they poisoned you?" He was speechless.

"Yep."

"How's about we run a few tests and find out?" Harry rushed her up to Laverne. "Laverne, call Clara's parents and ask if we can give her a blood test." He exited.

"Alright, " Laverne began dialing the number. "Now, Clara, you just sit right here, the doctor'll be right back."

Charlie was a bundle of nerves but soon came to the conclusion at they weren't coming downstairs, when all of the sudden, Morticia came down. "Oh, hello, Charlie." She called to him and walked over to the couch. "How are you?"

"M-Morticia..." Charlie tried to remain calm. He took a deep breath. "Your son.. fell off of the roof."

"Dear Pugsley, so adventerous." Morticia smiled.

"He fell on me." Charlie tried to explain.

"I see. How are you feeling?" She asked him.

"Paralyzed." Charlie stated.

"Oh dear." Morticia became worried. "You can't feel anything at all?"

"I can feel, I just can't move." Charlie told her.

"Good, at least your in pain." Morticia was releived. "But too much pain is never good."

"Well, on a scale of one to ten, it's probably a twelve."

"I see. That may be bit too much. There is a fine line between pain and discomfort." Morticia said. "Is there anything I can do to make you comfortable?"

"Just sit there." Charlie told her.

"Charlie, I think I know what you need." She paused. "Gomez!" She called.

"Oh no." Charlie said quitely to himself.

Gomez walked downstairs. "Yes, carita?" He asked.

"Would you sit with Charlie for a minute, mon cher?" Morticia asked. "I'm going to get him some tea."

"Of course. What happened to him?" Gomez asked.

"Pugsley jumped off of the roof and fell on him." Morticia sighed.

"Oh." Gomez smiled and shook his head at Charlie. "Kids."

"Uh-huh." Charlie nodded, and figured he was crazy. "So, how long have you guys been together?" He asked.

"Nineteen years." He responded.

"Woah." He wondered exactly how old they were.

"We were married when we were eighteen. I met her at her first funeral. She was so beautiful, pale and mysterious. No one even looked at the corpse." Gomez reminiced.

Morticia opened the blinds that allowed one to see into the living room. "The tea's almost ready." She smiled, overhearing the conversation. She then decided to join in. "I couldn't stop staring at him, all through the eulogy. His eyes, " Gomez stared at her with a look of great passion. "His mistache, his laugh."

"She bewitched me. I proposed that very night." Gomez sighed and Morticia went back to the teapot that sounded as if it were screaming bloody murder.

"Is that normal?" Charlie asked.

"It's Morticia's screaming teapot." Gomez assured him. "I gave it to her for her last birthday."

"Tea's ready!" Morticia called as she walked into the living room. She handed the tea to Charlie and sat in the chair opposite the one her husband was currently sitting at.

Charlie took a sip and began to cough. "Is that supposed to happen?" Charlie asked between coughs.

Morticia shook her head. "No, perhaps I put in a tad too much cyanide."

"Isn't that poison?" Charlie asked. "And-." He then pulled a large arachnid out of his tea. "Oh my God."

"Is everything alright?" Morticia asked him.

"Uh-huh." Charlie's face contorted, mostly because he almost enjoyed the tea until he found out what was inside of it.

"Spider-tea. A variation of spider-leg tea only stonger. Does wonders for aching, well... everything." Morticia explained.

Charlie set the tea down on the cofee table. Morticia eyed him which -for some odd reason- made him feel very uneasy. "So, when's the baby due?"

"Any time. The doctor said it was coming early." Gomez said.

"Oh. So, how old are your kids?" Charlie asked.

"Twelve and ten." Morticia answered.

"Would you mind turning on the television?" Charlie asked.

"No, not at all. We'll turn on something nice and relaxing. But first, drink your tea." Morticia told him.

"But, I..." Charlie struggled for words.

"Is it painful to drink?" Gomez asked him.

"Uh... yea." Charlie lied. It wasn't painful, it was nauseating.

"Good." Morticia said. "That means it's working. Now, Charlie. I don't mean to be stern with you, but you have to drink. It's going to help you."

"Y-yes, ma'am." Charlie felt like a child.

"Alright." Morticia held the cup up to his lips and he bit the bullet, and drank up. After five minutes of waves upon waves of nausea he was forced to hold back, he finished the tea.

"The spider, stays in the cup, right?" Charlie asked.

"Of course not, that would be cruel." Gomez responded.

"Here." Morticia then took the still breathing arachnid and let him out of the cup. He ran off.

"Phew." A releived Charlie exhaled. "So about the relaxing tv show-"

"Of course, how's about..." Gomez was unsure of what to put on.

"Friday the Thirteenth. I saw a preveiw for it. It started two minutes ago." Morticia told him.

"Perfect." Gomez then turned on the television.

"Charlie, that blanket is just dreadful. Here, I'll get you a nice, itchy one." Morticia was about to get up but Gomez beat her to the punch.

"Ah, ah. Tish, you have been doing entirely too much today. I'll get it." Gomez kissed her hand.

"Darling, really, I can get it." Morticia protested.

"Tish-" Gomez dissaproved of her getting up when she didn't need to, being woth child.

"Gomez-"

"Cara mia-"

"Mon cher-"

"Eres divena..."

"Mon sauvage..." At this point, they had completely forgotten what they were supposed to do and leaned right on the couch and began kissing eachother rather passionatley. Charlie tried to stay focused on the movie but couldn't help but notice the pain that was overcoming him, due to the fact that a lost Gomez and Morticia were not only leaning on the couch, but on Charlie's legs. He noticed and began to wine and moan breifly. This was probably, he guessed, the wrong day to have decided to drop by.

Harry had finished running the tests on Clara and it showed that she was healty. He was puzzled and told Clara the news.

"That's weird." Clara said.

"What's weird, dear?" Harry asked.

"I felt better right before you took the test."

"Yea, isn't that... weird." He paused. "Okay, dear. You can go back out now and tell mom and dad the good news."

"Okay, Dr. Weston." Clara skipped out of the office. Harry decided it best to call home and had Laverne dial the number. "Hello?"

"Hello, Harry." Morticia answered.

"Hi, Morticia." Harry still felt very awkward, adressing her as if she were a regular visitor instead of a strange guest in his home. "How is everything?"

Morticia assumed he was talking about Charlie. "Oh, Pugsley's doing just fine."

"Pugsley?" Harry was confused.

"Yes, isn't that why you called? Our dear Pugsley jumped off of the roof and landed on poor Charlie." Morticia explained.

"Oh my God, is he okay?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes. Pugsley's fine. Charlie broke his fall. Thank you for calling, Harry. Goodbye." Before she hung up, Harry heard a scream in the background, that seemed as though it belonged to Charlie.

"But what about Charlie?" He realized she hung up. "Hello? Morticia!"

"Harry, what's the matter?" Maxine asked as she walked up to him.

"Pugsley... he jumped off my roof." Harry sighed.

"Oh my God, is he okay?" Maxine asked.

"Right onto Charlie." Harry continued.

"Oh my God, is he okay?"

"I don't know." Harry admitted.

"I told you, doctor. They could kill ya just by lookin' at ya." Laverne jumped into the conversation.

"Charlie is not dead!" Maxine told her.

"How do you know? Maybe that's why they didn't say anything. Maybe they thought you wouldn't notice." She said to Harry.

"Wouldn't notice but that's-" Harry was cut off by a patient passing out on the floor. And he knew it would be a long time before he could call back.