♪ She's got a superstar cat ♪
♪ who knows where it's at ♪
♪ stand up and raise your hat ♪
♪ she's a spellbound acrobat ♪
♪ so have you seen her? ♪
♪ She's the greatest ♪
♪ for super magic call Sabrina ♪
♪ here comes the fun now ♪
♪ are you ready? ♪
♪ Come have a ride ♪
♪ get happy ♪
♪ so have you seen her? ♪
♪ She's the greatest ♪
♪ for super magic call Sabrina ♪
♪ you better watch out, she'll bewitch you ♪
♪ Sabrina ♪
♪ you better watch out, she'll bewitch you ♪
♪ Sabrina ♪
♪ you better watch out, she'll bewitch you ♪
Ha ha!
♪ She's the greatest ♪
♪ Sabrina ♪
♪ dum de dum dum dum ♪
What's the matter, Harvey?
Lost your taste for mystery meat spaghetti?
Huh? Uh, oh, yeah. I guess.
Well, don't worry.
I'm making us a 6-foot sub for the school picnic tomorrow.
You can pig out then.
Ooh, very posh.
Harvey, if you go to the picnic with me,
lunch will be catered by a 5-star restaurant.
Save it for your friends, gem.
I'm sure you can buy a few before the picnic.
Be sure to get an extended warranty.
Hey, hey, look, I'm sorry, gem,
but I'm already going with Sabrina.
But, but, if I have any room left over,
I'll be happy to eat your picnic, too.
Don't bother.
Harvey, I've never seen you eat so slow.
Are you sick or something?
Well, not exactly.
I've... I've got an appointment to get my measles vaccination,
and I'm, uh, not too crazy about shots.
But, Harvey, that's so silly.
You shouldn't be afraid of shots.
Boy: Whoa! Did you say "shots?"
You know, my third cousin got a shot once,
and her arm swelled up like a blimp.
Took weeks to get it back to normal.
Well, almost normal.
Really?
Hey, I heard sometimes nurses can't find the vein
and the needle gets stuck
and they can suck out all your internal organs.
I mean, you'd be hollow, man. Cha!
Pi, the only thing that's hollow is your head.
Harvey, don't listen to him.
A vaccination shot is a good thing.
It only takes a second,
and a big, strong guy like you will barely feel it.
Besides, if you got the measles, you might miss our picnic.
You're right. I'm being silly.
I think I can manage a little dessert now.
Ah!
Sorry I'm late, aunt hilda. I had to walk Harvey to the clinic.
Is he ok? He's fine.
He was just a little nervous about getting a measles shot.
Can you believe that? Heh heh heh.
Mortals can be such chickens.
Lucky for me, witches don't get the measles, right?
You're absolutely right.
We get wiccan pox, low broom sugar,
cauldron tunnel syndrome, and, worst of all,
witchitis.
Ugh! Needs more lemons.
Not that many.
Speaking of witchitis,
we're about due for a booster shot.
We haven't had one for 300 years!
You're right. And Sabrina's never had one at all.
Ptoo!
Um, uh, sh-shot?
Y-you want me to get a sh-shot
with a n-needle and everything?
Is there a problem?
Uh, problem? N-no.
Why would there be a problem?
Fine. I'll make an appointment now for us to all
go see Dr. de facto at the netherworld clinic.
Now?!
Hey, at least they don't check you for hair balls.
I just love that tongue depressor.
"Say ah." Aah!
They said they can get us in right now if we leave immediately.
Uh, I just remembered, aunt hilda,
I have some urgent homework to do.
Now, Sabrina, it won't take long.
There will be plenty of time for homework.
Not when your writing arm's as big as a blimp.
Hey, wait up, you guys.
Do you mind?
Please sign in and have a seat.
The doctor will be with you shortly.
I've never seen it so crowded.
Yes. We're expecting a major witchitis season this year.
Please be patient.
Woman, on P.A.: Mr. and Mrs. hoodoo.
Dear, look alive.
I'll make room over...
Hey, I'm sitting here!
Sorry.
Woman, on P.A.: Mr. Thorn, you're next.
Prickly type, isn't he? Hee hee hee.
Ow!
Zelda and hilda spellman.
Be right back.
Salem, what do you think's taking them so long?
Probably catching up on the last 300 years with Dr. de facto.
Woman, on P.A.: Salem, the doctor will see you.
I just hope I don't need deworming this time.
What a pain.
My third cousin got a shot once,
and her arm swelled up like a blimp.
Ugh! Gross!
I can't eat.
I'm sure it'll be normal soon.
Almost normal.
Salem!
Don't do it, Sabrina.
Look what happened to me.
I'm hollow!
Sabrina spellman.
Hmm, you got here just in time, Mr. Thorn.
I'm afraid you have witchitis already.
Now, which chair were you sitting in?
That one.
We'll have it burned, of course.
Witchitis is highly contagious to anyone who's not vaccinated.
It's a good thing no one else was sitting there.
Whew! That was close.
Hi, Sabrina.
I was just making the sandwich for your picnic tomorrow.
How was your trip to the doctor?
Fine. Nothing to it.
Oh, Harvey likes lots of mustard and meat and cheese.
Right.
Well, why don't i start working on the potato salad?
You think this will be enough?
For starters.
Salem, what happened?
Was it bad? I heard you scream.
You bet I screamed.
You should have seen the bill.
Zelda: Sabrina, why did you leave?
Yeah. The receptionist said you just disappeared.
Uh, uh, right.
See, I was waiting so long
I thought I'd better get back to...
To help uncle quigley with the potato salad.
Sabrina, I was doing quite nicely on my own.
Hmm, I think we'd better get you another appointment.
Zelda, Sabrina can't go back to the clinic.
It's an hmo.
One visit a year only, and no sick people.
Aw, gee, too bad.
But since Dr. de facto is also our old family doctor,
maybe he'll come to us. Huh?!
After all, he used to make house calls during the black plague.
Uh, listen, why run up the netherworld phone bill?
This isn't necessary, really.
I'm not going to get witchitis.
Hello? Dr. de facto, please.
I mean, I can only get it from other witches,
and you guys are the only witches I've been around,
and you guys have already gotten your shots, right?
Sabrina, are you afraid of shots?
Me? No. Don't be silly.
I'll go... Maybe in the next century.
You won't have to wait that long.
Dr. de facto will be right over.
We can wait for him in the living room.
I'll whip up some more lemonade.
Heavy on the lemons this time.
Oh, and use a different pitcher.
Sabrina, there's really nothing to be nervous about.
Yes. We all got our shots and lived.
Y-you're right. Ha ha.
How bad can it be?
Oh, how does claus do this?
Dr. de facto, thank you for coming to see Sabrina.
What was that noise?
Oh, dear, I can see why you called me.
She's in terrible shape for a teenager.
What?! Now, see here...
There, there, my dear. Open wide.
But... ow!
Much better.
Now, take a deep breath.
Tsk tsk. Well, she sounds awful.
It's like there's something stuck down her throat,
and I don't like her color one bit.
Oh, Dr. de facto, that's not Sabrina.
This is Sabrina. She just needs a witchitis shot.
Why didn't you say so?
Very prudent.
It's going to be a terrible witchitis season.
Now, where's my bag?
Thanks, my boy.
Remind me to give you some salve for that skin condition.
Now, let's see.
Uh, are those blood-sucking leeches?
Ha ha! Of course not.
Those went out with the middle ages.
Now we use blood-sucking squids.
Ah, here's the vaccine.
Now we'll just need a needle.
Whoa!
Ok, th-that's it.
Uh, I think I hear the phone ringing.
Yes, it's definitely for me. Be right back.
Could you please hold this? It's for lubing my car.
Ha ha! I'm a real do-it-yourselfer.
Ah, here we are.
All ready for the little lady.
Sabrina. Sabrina.
Sabrina! Sabrina!
This is embarrassing. Any sign of her?
Nope. She must have snuck out.
De facto: Can't wait any longer, ladies.
I'm late for my golf game.
Ahh. Whew!
Getting a shot is scarier than any case of witchitis could ever be.
What are you doing in my bathroom?
Sabrina: Shh! Is the doctor leaving?
Yes. And he won't be back. Now, do you mind?
Ok, ok. I'm leaving.
Are those dentures?
Out!
Hey, hey, hey, watch the crockery.
Sorry.
Yuck!
I'd better use extra-strength toothpaste.
Sandwich, potato salad, fresh coleslaw.
All right! Looking good for the picnic.
I'll be back at noon to pick everything up.
Girl: Ready for the picnic this afternoon?
Yeah. I've got so much food,
Harvey's gonna have to go on a diet.
Hey!
You're coughing a lot.
Are you getting a cold?
Chloe, witches don't get colds.
Whatever. Come on. We're gonna be late for chemistry.
P-u. Smells like rotten eggs.
Funny. I can't smell a thing.
Gesundheit.
Oh!
[Sabrina gasps, sneezes]
Uh, maybe I'm not feeling too well, Chloe.
Gee, hope you're not coming down with something, spellman.
You might just miss the picnic.
Symptoms include green tongue, coughing,
sneezing, and fits of involuntary magic...
Locker door roll-ups, kangaroo transformations,
the old feet-where- the-head-should-be.
Yep. I hate to say it, kid,
but it looks like you've got witchitis.
Uh, are you sure?
I'm sure.
I've got witchitis?! Oh, man!
Please watch where you're sneezing.
You're doing magic all over the place.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.
Right. That's the main symptom of witchitis.
Every time you sneeze, you do magic without meaning to,
and it says here in the book if you don't get immediate attention,
it can turn into hypogermia.
Hypogermia?!
Wh-what's that?!
How do I know? I'm not a doctor.
Uh, I'm sure it's nothing.
I just need some temporary relief.
I'm positive whatever I have will go away by itself.
But no matter what happens,
I just can't miss the picnic.
Salem, don't you have anything?
Time for the old first-aid kit for witches.
Here. Give your nose a spritz.
[Coughing, moaning]
Huh?
Salem, this says, "best if used by 1761."
Oops! Sorry.
I said it was an old first-aid kit.
Try this.
Hey, I feel much better.
Not nearly as stuffed up. Salem, you're a genius!
And I'm off to the picnic.
See ya!
Huh? No!
Pi: Cha!
Mmm. This sub is awesome.
Hey, you're not eating yours.
Uh, maybe later.
I'm not that hungry right now.
Well, at least have a little coleslaw and potato salad
before I Polish it off.
Knock yourself out.
Gee, is it getting hot out here?
I don't know. Not really.
Hey, are you ok? You don't look so good.
Yeah. Well, I've felt better, too.
I think maybe I've got a little fever.
Nothing to worry about.
Probably just some 24-hour bug.
Hey, hey, w-what's going on?
Uh, I don't know.
Hey, that's my lunch!
Huh?
Whoa...
Gem: Hey, that's my foie gras!
And my caviar!
And I'm out of here!
Whoa! Alien life forms are abducting our cold pasta salad.
Cool! Cha!
Whoa!
Harvey, just give them your food. Maybe they'll go away!
Oh, ok.
Aah!
Sabrina: Or maybe not!
This better not be telemarketing.
Hi.
It's Salem.
Hey, I just found out what hypogermia is.
Let me guess. It's giant-size germs that eat picnics?
Well, I see you don't need me.
No. I need a doctor! Now!
Hey!
I need to see Dr. de facto right away.
I'm sorry, but the doctor's out of the office
treating a patient on an emergency call.
No, this is an emergency.
Can you tell me where he is, please?
Hmm.
Say "ah."
Aah!
Sabrina: Doctor, i need your help now!
Oh, it's you, miss spellman.
Well, as you can see, I'm with a patient.
But this is an emergency! I've got hypogermia!
Hypogermia?!
Why didn't you say so?
I saw a horror movie like this, compadre.
How did it turn out?
Not good.
Sabrina?
Wow! Far out!
Boy: I just have a 10-speed.
It's worse than I thought.
That's it, doc. Get rid of them!
This isn't for them. It's for you.
M-m-me?
Since they are your germs,
they'll only disappear when you're cured.
Get away!
Hey, where did they go?
That was it?
Gee, it didn't even hurt.
Well, maybe just a little.
Hey, doc, what about my throat?
That dragon's gonna hear from my lawyer, spellman!
Yeah, Sabrina. How are you gonna explain all of this?
And that?
Uh, well, you see...
Don't bother. They won't remember a thing.
Whoa!
Hey, what happened?
Last think I remember, i was eating an awesome submarine sandwich.
Uh, must have been a sudden storm.
Well, I'm still hungry.
Come on, pi. Let's go get burgers.
Quigley: Mmm. Well, it's a good thing I made extra.
Too much mustard, but better than kibble.
Well, I can see she's feeling better.
I just hope she's learned her lesson.
Sabrina: Yeah. I totally ruined the picnic
and my day with Harvey.
And it all could have been avoided if I'd just
gotten my shot in the first place.
And you know what? The shot didn't even hurt... Much.
Salem: Well, this will.
It's Dr. de facto's bill for emergency road service.
There goes my allowance for the next century.
Now I really feel sick.
Freaks!
Savage, we love you!