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"HutchHutchHhuuutchh!"
"What? Starsky, calm down, what's wrong now?"
"That spider's back, it's in the cabin, I need my gun, where's my gun?!"
"We didn't bring our guns, remember? Though God knows that would've come in handy. And will you stand still?"
"Then I need a club, no, that's too short, hey this'll work... cover me!"
"Come back here with that boat oar! Starsky, what spider?"
"It's on the table next to your tackle box. I figure it's the one that made the web over the door, you said it was big."
"That wasn't from one spider, that was a year's worth of old cobwebs and pine needles. There's no giant spider."
"No spider? You said there was!"
"I was pranking you. Pay attention. There's NO spider. You're jumping at shadows or... or... doilies."
"Doilies?!"
"I bet what you saw was one of Edith's crocheted doilies. Now calm down and go start up the stove. I'm almost done cleaning the fish."
"No spider?"
"No spider. Now go back inside."
"No spider! Well, that was a lousy thing to do to your partner, making believe there was a ---- uuh, Hutch?"
"Yeah?"
"Edith's doily is trying to eat your fancy trout fly."