Mrs. Frankle was the mother of aspiring witch, Gary Frankle.


She and her husband called the local police when their son Gary failed to return home when expected. That evening, Sam woke up in a wooded area wearing a fast-food restaurant uniform after having been tranquilized via dart. As he walked down the road still dazed, he was picked up by a policeman who referred to him as Gary and transported him to the Frankle's home. Mrs. Frankle ran out of the house and hugged Sam, thanking God that he was all right. Confused, Sam asked who she was. Mr. Frankle immediately became angry and demanded to know if he was drunk. Sam then caught his reflection in the police cruiser's window and discovered that he was not himself.

The next morning, after discovering that Gary was dabbling in the dark arts by going through his things, Sam decided to answer Mrs. Frankle's call to breakfast. Mr. Frankle, still freshly angry about his son's antics, asked him to explain how getting drunk fit in with the plan of him getting a full ride into M. I. T. and becoming an engineer. Preoccupied with his predicament, Sam reactively blurted out "Listen, buddy. No offense, but at the moment, I could give a rat's ass about your plan."


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