Charlie was ready to beg on his knees for the Addams' to go back home. He had been forced to drink spider-tea, kissed on and had to watch 'Friday the 13th' and he could not take much more of any of it. He was covered by a small, itchy wool blanket. "Guys, do you mind if I get some rest?" He asked.

"Only after you've had dinner." Charlie felt that Morticia was acting almost like a mother... a really insane mother. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes. My pain's probably an eleven now." Charlie told her.

"Good. I'm going to make you some of my Deadly Henbane Soup." Morticia told him. "And then you can rest." She walked into the kitchen.

"What's that?" Charlie asked Gomez.

"Deadly Nightshade mixed with henbane with a pinch of arsenic." Gomez answered.

Charlie was petrified. "Are you guys trying to kill me?"

"No, we wouldn't do that to you now." Gomez told him. "Cigar?" He took out one for himself and lit it.

"No thanks." Charlie declined. He paused an begun to grow even more worried. "Now?" He asked, afraid.

"No, not now." Gomez told him.

Minutes later, the soup was ready. Morticia walked out and gave Charlie the first sip. It was extemely hot but he swallowed it. "Is it supposed to be that hot?"

"Well of course, it's soup." Morticia breifly looked at him like he was crazy.

'Oh sure, ' Charlie thought. 'This they prepare normally!'

He finished his soup a while later. "There, can I rest now, right?" He asked.

"Yes." Morticia told him. "How are you feeling?"

"Afraid." Charlie answered.

"How's your pain?" Gomez asked.

"It's still there, but I'm sure it'll go away on it's own." Charlie tried to say.

"Odd. The tea should have worked. Perhaps you shouldn't rest just yet." Morticia said.

Charlie moaned.

"Let's see..." Gomez began to think. "Tish, we could call Máma!"

"Yes, she always does know what to do." Morticia agreed. She then went into the kitchen and called her mother.

"Hello?" Máma answered.

"Hello, máma."

"Oh, Morticia. Did you and Gomez catch your hurricane yet?" She asked.

"No, not yet." Morticia responded.

"Look, I lost the children. The little devils hid from me and now they're gone. I've been trying to get a hold of the hotel you were supposed to stay at but no one answered."

"Máma!" Morticia stopped her. She was a bit unsure of how she could be so casual about thinking she lost the children. Morticia often worried they would end up meeting scouts, and singing "Cumbya". She cringed at the thought. "You didn't loose the children. They snuck into our suitcases and now we're staying witht a nice family because our car broke down infront of their house."

"Oh." Máma sighed. "So, why did you call?"

"Pugsley jumped off of the roof and fell on the neighbor." Morticia explained.

"Well, here's what you've got to do." Máma began. She fingered through a large, dusty, old book. "You have to find out his greatest fear. Then, you have to scare him into perfect health."

"Máma, I don't know-"

"Have I ever been wrong?" Máma cut her off.

"Really, Máma-"

"Don't ruin the momenmt, Morticia." Máma told her. "Try it."

"Alright." Morticia then hung up and walked into the living room. "Well, " she thought to herself. "If this doesn't work, we could put him on the rack."

"Charlie?" She sat on the chair. "What's your greatest fear?"

Back at the office, Harry ate lunch with Laverne while Maxine went out with a friend. "Dr. Weston?"

"Yes, Laverne?" Harry asked.

"I have a story for you."

"Oh, no." Harry sighed. "Laverne-"

"Just listen!" Laverne said. "Back in Hickory, there was this man. And a family came to his door one night askin' for shelter because someone broke their leg infront a' his house. And it was snowin'. So the kindly man lets them in. But they end up stayin' a lot longer than they was supposed to. They come up with all these excuses as to why they have to stay and start takin' advantage of him. Now this family was very creepy. Things start a' happenin' to his family members. And so he kicks 'em out because they stayed long after the leg was heeled. And just as they was walkin' out a' his house, they shot him."

"Laverne, what does this have to do with me?" Harry asked.

"Not everythin' is about you, doctor!" She paused. "But as a matter of fact, this story was. Can you relate to this man?"

"No." Harry told her.

"Doctor, they are gonna be the death 'a ya!" Laverne explained. "They are stayin' far longer than they need to be and Charlie got hurt."

"Laverne, they are only staying longer because it was Barbra's fault that they got stranded in front of the house. And further more, Charlie is not a family member!" Harry said.

"He comes into your house uninvited, raids your fridge, eats with ya, practically lives there and the man is gettin' burried with ya!" Laverne tried to tell him. "If that aint concidered family, I don't know what is."

"Laverne, I appreciate your concern but they are not going to kill me."

"Doctor Weston, I do not think you can handle these people." Laverne said bluntly.

"Oh, and you can?" An offended Harry asked.

"For your information, Doctor, I once wrestled an aligator. And I handled rattle snakes when I was ten. I can handle the oddballs from Elm Street."

"Fine, Laverne! If you think you can live with them, we'll stay at your house and you can stay at ours. And we'll see how long you can last."

"Now that is ridiculous!" Laverne said. Then she paused. "I'll be over after work."

Meanwhile, Charlie was ready to curl up into a ball and die. When he had told the Addams' that he was deathly afraid of clowns, they made him watch "IT" and called over a man named Jim who dressed up as "Bo-bo the Clown" and did his best to scare him.

Gomez sighed. Then, Morticia looked up. "Gomez, the rack!"

"Of course, it's in the basement! I'll get it." He then exited.

Charlie tried to calm hinself down. "Do you mean boobs?"

Morticia was taken aback by his lack of manners but did not show it on her face. "No, Charlie. The rack is, sort of a large board that pulls on your limbs and stretches you out a bit." Morticia explained. "It will do wonders for your injuries."

Gomez walked into the living room, carrying the rack with Pugsley and Wednesday. "Thank you, children." He said as they put the rack down next to the couch. Before his children exited, he handed Pugsley a lit cigar.

"He smokes?" Charlie asked. He knew he would not make wonderful father-material but even he thought that was bad parenting.

"Yes." Morticia said.

Gomez then lifted the injured man onto the rack and tied him to it. Morticia sat in the chair and sipped her tea as Gomez pulled the lever. You could hear the sounds of bones expanding and poor Charlie wincing in pain, most of which was coming from his head because he was so afraid.

"Don't worry, Charlie." Morticia eyed Gomez. "My husband's done this before."

Two hours later, after they had put him on a giant wheel and spun him around, they laid him on the couch and went upstairs to give him some much needed rest. Charlie, now unable to walk, crawled to the kitchen, forgetting there was a phone in the living room and dialed the clinic's number.

"Hello?" Laverne answered.

"Laverne?" Charlie sounded afraid.

"Charlie? Lordie! I thought you were dead." Laverne responded,

"Yea, Laverne, listen." Charlue said abrubtly. "I need to talk to Harry. I don't have much time."

"Oh my God." Laverne did out her hand over the phone. "Dr. Weston! Emergancy!"

Harry ran up to Laverne's desk. "What, what, what is it?" Harry asked, alarmed.

"They are a' tryin' ta kill Charlie." Laverne handed him the phone.

"What?" Harry took the phone. "Hello, Charlie?"

"Harry, ya gotta help me." Charlie was practically begging. "They sat on me, spun me upside down, stretched me out and made me watch clown movies! I can't walk and I don't wanna die!"

"Okay, okay, calm down!" Harry told him. "Are you sure that wasn't just another awful dream you had?"

"Yes! They said they wanted to get rid of my injuries. I-"

Laverne, over-hearing the conversation, snatched the phone away. "Hello, Charlie?"

"Laverne?" He asked, confused.

"Yea. Do you know how to army crawl?"

"I think so."

"Good. Now, are ya in the kitchen?"

"Yes."

"Alright. Now, you just crawl on out of there." Laverne said, like it was the most simple thing in the world.

"You want me to crawl to my house? Next door?" Charlie asked.

"Yea. You got a better idea?"

"Alright." Charlie gulped. "Bye, Laverne."

"Bye, bye, now." Laverene hung up and Charlie began to crawl.

Harry looked at Laverne, in disbelief.

"I told ya." Laverne shook her head and resumed her work.