You're much more inspirin' than our friend Jerry, I'll give ya that.

[And oops- that was the sound of poor Jerry's wrist popping out of its dead socket. Hazel stoops down, studying the skeleton while it weakly groans in protest at him. For a moment nothing happens, then Hazel pokes two fingers against Jerry's skull and pulls his hand away, a thin glowing wisp following after it.

He straightens up with a frown.] Nothin' for it. They've been here longer'n they should.

[And... poof, the wispy thing dissipates as it floats away, and the skeleton on the ground is still. Tada!]