I'd recognize the patter of those fingertips anywhere. Hello, Thing!

Thing.

Thing. Hello, Thing.

[spooky whimsical music playing] You can't still be mad about the Kalamazoo job! It wasn't my fault! [gasping] Holy [bleep]!

[grunts]

[boy] What? Oh, my… Yo! Let's get him!

[people cheering] How'd you pay for it?

[sighs] Five-finger discount, of course.

[low growl]

[weak growl]

[spooky whimsical music stops]

[wind blows]

[intriguing music playing]

[Enid] Home sweet home, Thing. Welcome to the pack.

[howling]

[screaming]

[thudding]

[grunts]

[Morticia] Stop treating you like a servant? When have we ever done that? Thing, dim the lights. Mm. Thing. Tap me off, old boy. Bah! Bah! Bah! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! What are you doing? Hold still, boy. Ooh! Sorry, old boy!

[Enid] Thing! Have you been drinking? How's that even…? Oh, it doesn't matter.

[Morticia] Stassa's waiting list is six months long. How did you get her up to Jericho in a moment's notice? She has a sore spot for disembodied appendages.

[grunts]

[people shouting]

[squawks] Thing! We are more than just the sum of our parts. But sometimes, the parts are greater than the whole.

[spooky melodic music playing]