They're Calling for You - ep V

"Me? I was just trying to be alone; you're the one playing around with people's pheromones."

"Not people's. Synthetic. That's not what this is."

"This is my fault? What—I got my peanut butter in your chocolate?"

"What?"

"Oh my gosh," Carol said. "We made a magic potion. My poem was some kind of incantation, combined with your thingy and then presto!"

"Presto, huh?" Henry slammed on the brakes. "Get out."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"We're not making the cabin."

Carol looked and saw hundreds of them waiting, spread across and to either side of the road.

"What should we do?" she asked.

"Fight."

"Maybe they're not going to hurt us. I mean, we cast the spell, we're the witches."

"We're not witches." Henry took a crowbar from the trunk and started walking perpendicular to the road.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Anywhere they're not. Where are you going?"

"To reason with them. Isn't that what you science guys do with aliens? We probably only made some kind of adulation potion or something and it'll probably wear off or…"