Plain and simple

“Mother,” Samantha yelled. The situation was dire. “You come here this instant!”

Endora popped in, wearing a New York Yankees uniform and umpire’s mask. “Oh, Samantha,” the old witch groaned. “I wish you hadn’t interrupted the game. It’s the bottom of the ninth inning in the World Series, we’re one run short of a victory. Babe Ruth is at the plate and Lou Gehrig’s on second base.”

“You take the spell off Darrin now, and I mean now!”

“What are you talking about, my dear? I haven’t done anything to Derwood.”

“Nonsense, Mother,” Samantha said. “Everything he’s saying is coming true, as if he were one of us. This morning he go mad at Larry Tate, who ended up jumping off the George Washington Bridge.”

“The plain and simple truth, Samantha, it wasn’t me,” Endora said and made the V sign on her nose. “Witch’s honor.”

“Really? Then who could it have been, Uncle Arthur?”

“If you’re going to summon that nincompoop, I’m heading back to the game. Ta-ta, my dear!”

And with a flash of the arms, Endora was gone. All of a sudden the television came on and Uncle Arthur appeared inside.

“Uncle Arthur, what’re you doing in there?”

“You turn me on, Sammy. And wait until I catch up with Endora. Nincompoop, my foot.”