Click Your Heels Three Times

Well, it's awfully hard to click your heels together three times with a broken leg, let alone wear the ruby red slippers. But somehow or another, Glinda the good witch discharged Dave with his bag of peroxide and gauze pads and crutches and other paraphenelia. So with a filled prescription of Percoset (that he probably will refuse to take) and a takeout pizza, Dave is enjoying sitting on the futon in the living room and not eating another day of mystery meat with scary gravylike substance.