N.J.: Come on, you guys. Maybe we'll see the Puttergeist.
Pugsley: The Puttergeist?
Wednesday: Surely you believe not in that story friend N.J.
Norm: I'm afraid she's right, son. Aren't you a little too old for that?
Pugsley: Aren't you the one who believes in the underelves?
Norm: Hey, that's different! Their secret dance around your bed marks the beginning of the elastic festival, you little...boy!