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"Now look what you made me do!" raged Hilda. "All this mess just because you're too cheap to buy us new shoes! I wish none of this had ever happened!"

"And," she added in frustration, "I wish you'd see just how much I love you!"

There was a puff of smoke. Harold looked at Hilda as if it had been the first time they'd fall in love.

They looked around.

Hilda and Harold lived at the top of a hill overlooking a cozy village.

Looking down at their feet, they saw their shoes were in perfect condition. They looked at each other and smiled.

Meanwhile, Baba Yaga was still back at the tree, still wishing she had an enormous boil. Or at least that she could catch Harold and make Frog Leg Fricassee for dinner.

But for now, Hilda and Harold could care less. They curled up on the couch arm in arm, admiring their good-as-new shoes, glad their adventure was over.

*sudden sound of a record screeching*

Harold and Hilda's heads whipped across the room to the Narrator, who seemingly appeared out of thin air. The Narrator jumped onto the couch and exclaimed, "LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAAAAAAIN!"

Just as suddenly, Baba Yaga appeared - and with a snap of her fingers, the Narrator disappeared.

"That's better!" she cried. "And don't you worry, Harold - I won't have you for my amphibian dinner. I'm going to make coconut-crab-and-caterpillar-consommé instead. Ta-ta!"

And off flew Baba Yaga, rowing on her portar and nestle - er - nortar and, er - mortar and pestle. That's it!