What a perfect night for a picnic.
Salt,
pepper,
ants.
Now, why did I put the finger foods?
Don't worry, Thing.
It's no one you know.
Another worm, Mama!
Look!
Look, everybody, a shooting star!
Make a curse, Tish.
That's odd.
It's stopped.
Now it's changed directions.
Maybe, it's a UFO.
I doubt it.
Aliens would be much more likely to land
some place where there's intelligent life.
Well,
what do you think?
Absolutely hideous.
According to their television broadcasts,
this is what the inhabitants of Earth look and dress like.
Well, in that case,
you are one groovy chick.
So what if they won't give us their power supply?
That shouldn't be a problem.
Now!
I think I saw one of these on an Earth television program called Starsky and Hutch.
Yes, we're supposed to kick down the door,
and arrest the people inside.
Is this... groovy?
No, I think this is "funky".
Welcome to our home.
Greetings, I'm Gomez, Addams.
This is my lovely wife, Morticia.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
I'm... Marsha.
And this is Greg.
Our vehicle broke down,
and we were wondering if we could use your communicator.
I mean, telephone.
Lurch, old man?
Show them the phone.
If you need anything else,
just scream.
Hello, vehicle repair?
This is Marsha.
I need assistance immediately.
Out.
"Please hang up and try again."
"If you need help, hang up, and then dial your operator."
Come on.
We'll be able to locate this power source and,
get out of here.
Let's split up so we can cover more ground.
Hello, Marsha!
Are you finding everything alright?
Finding?
Who said I was looking for anything?
Well, you're just in time.
I'm about to try out a new transformer.
Transformer?
Is that the power source for this train... ?
I love the smell of nitro in the evening.
Hold still, Pugsley.
The ropes are supposed to chafe.
Excuse me.
You haven't seen any multi-phase, high-game
plasma pods around here, have you?
No.
What's that rocket for?
We're sending Pugsley into orbit
to investigate the UFO we saw.
You saw a spaceship?
Possibly.
Although I contend the aliens would never bother to land on this foreign planet.
Unless they were stupid enough to deplete their power source.
We're almost ready for launch.
You want to watch?
Alright.
Have a seat.
Fossil fuel rocket ship.
Oh, well. What did he know about space travel anyway?
Ready?
Uh-huh.
Oxygen?
Check!
Primary ignition?
Check!
Natural transfer.
Check!
Main engine ignition?
Check... !
Lift off!
Wednesdaaaaaaaaay... !
Not again.
Oh, well.
Back to the drawing board.
According to the scanner,
the power supply is somewhere in this house,
but it keeps moving around!
Do you suppose they're on to us?
Playing games, trying to trap us?
Don't be silly. T
They're primitive, small-brained creatures.
How could they possibly trap us?
Where are we?
I don't know.
Can't see a thing.
Hmm-mm?
What?
I said, need a light?
Is that what I think it is?
Not sure.
Ouch! I'll bet that really stings!
Where can I get me one of those?
Oh, I have another one back in the vehicle.
Great! We'll talk shop later.
Right now, I have to get a vintage hemlog for dinner.
Everyone's waiting.
I don't believe it.
He's the power source.
Yes.
We just need to lure him back to the ship,
and wire him to the reactor chamber.
What if he doesn't want to go?
Who said we were going to ask him?
This is so great.
I'm so excited.
You guys are going to love this!
It's better than Barbeque Night in the cemetery!
It's Buffet Night~!
Just like in Vegas.
You must get him outside so we can transport him into the ship.
Leave it to me.
I'm so glad you decided to join us.
Just dig in~s
So, Fester,
what do you recommend?
Mama's slug stew is out of this world.
She uses fresh slugs.
And her leech pudding is amazing!
Not bad.
Thirsty?
Try this.
Shall we?
Mm-hmm.
Taste this deviled egg.
It looks like my brother.
Darling...
Have you noticed something strange about our guests?
Yes.
Now that you mention it.
Ghastly clothes!
Oh, hi, Marsha.
Fester, there you are.
I've been looking all over for you.
Oh, really?
I like to lie down after dinner
and help keep my cholesterol up.
Why are you looking for me?
I wanted to talk to you.
Alone.
Don't be silly.
How can we talk if we're both alone?
Of course, we use the telephone.
I can't take it anymore, Fester!
Ever since I laid eyes on you,
I wanted to be close to you.
Well, you can't get much closer than this.
The problem is,
I have to go away.
You do?
Where?
Some place,
horrible,
dangerous,
lonely... !
Vacation, huh?
It could be if you were there.
Well.
I haven't taken a trip since we went swimming in the lava pools at Mount St. Helen's.
It would make me very happy.
A holiday would be nice.
He went for it.
He's packing right now.
You didn't have to tell him that we were aliens,
who wanted to take him away from his home.
Use him as a power source for our spaceship.
Until he was a spent, husk of a man.
And then toss him away like a useless piece of space junk, did you?
Did you...!
Of course not.
He thinks we're going on a holiday.
It's a shame, though.
I think I was starting to like Fester.
There's something inhuman about him.
Oops.
I guess I should have made that knot tighter.
Did you hear what they said?
Yes, and as much as I'd like to see people betrayed and tortured,
we cannot allow them to do this to Uncle Fester.
They're not family.
I had it under control, Lurch.
Uncle Fester, we need to talk.
Can't it wait?
I'm going on a holiday with Marsha.
Oh, I know she's not much to look at.
That prehensile, food-sucking tongue drives me wild.
Marsha, Marsha, Marsha.
Is that all you think about?
Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday.
You're being awfully concerned and protective.
Are you feeling okay?
I'm fine.
You're the one that's going to be kidnapped by aliens
who wants to use you like an alkaline battery
and then toss you aside.
Don't be ridiculous.
I'm rechargeable.
If you don't believe me,
why don't you go ask Marsha?
Okay,
I will.
Ready?
All set.
Boy, is this going to be fun.
Thanks a lot, Lurch. I'll send you a postcard.
Well, vacation time.
Say, Marsha.
Wednesday told me the craziest thing.
What's that?
You're aliens and you're going to kidnap me forever.
Then I'm afraid she was right.
But Marsha, you said you liked me.
I do, Fester.
I'd like you to power our spaceship.
I'd, uh, really like to, but
forever's kinda bad for me.
I have a meeting of the Iron Maiden Society next week,
and I'm supposed to sharpen the spikes.
They'll have to find someone else.
You're coming with us.
Oh, no, I won't.
And you can't make me!
Oh, no?
Okay, I guess you can make me.
Look at me!
They've shrunk me!
You made me tiny!
I'm downright wee!
What's that box for!
No, no, nooooooo... !
Don't put me in the box!
I'm claustrophobic!
Perfect.
Now he'll fit in the overhead compartment.
Dartmouth's lush green grass.
It's killing our poison ivy.
Leaving so soon?
I didn't hear the tow truck arrive.
We, uhh, decided to walk.
In that case, we should give you something for the road.
Do take some toadstools.
They're particularly toxic this time of year.
Thank you, but we have nowhere to put them.
Nonsense.
That box behind your back will do nicely.
Allow me.
Oh, my.
Fester?
Hi, Gomez.
Hi, Morticia.
I'm being kidnapped.
Really?
Do you want us to pay the ransom?
Or have them send you back to us in little pieces?
There won't be any ransom.
They're aliens!
And they're taking me to their spaceship.
Is this true?
No ransom!
Stay back.
We only want the little, round, hairless one.
You can't take our Fester.
Not without a fight.
You're on.
Right on.
Groovy.
Cool.
Far out, man.
I must warn you, I'm an expert swordsman.
I can slice, dice,
and even make julienned fries.
En garde!
I must warn you,
my arm is actually an elastic tentacle.
extending over 50 feet.
Ha ha!
I have no response to that.
Lemme out!
Let. Me. Out!
You humans are no match for me and my tentacle... !
All of you have heard the fool!
What do you think, ladies?
50 foot tentacle, you say?
I learned another great master, Cousin Centipede!
Top that!
Hahahahaha!
Well done, darling.
Bravo!
Bravo, bravo... !
Nice job, son.
Take that, you fiendish alien.
You call that Disco Fever, earthling?
Alright, you lucky mammalian biped, you win!
Congratulations!
Thank you, Lurch.
Thank you, Mama.
Oh, what...
Oh!
Thank you!
Oh!
Thank you!
In all our travels across the galaxy,
this place is the most horrific,
and disgusting we've ever been to.
Why, thank you.
It was so nice having guests to entertain.
I do hope you'll come back, soon.
Yes, we haven't had a good kidnapping attempt in years.
It was nice meeting you.
Even if you were just pretending to like me so you could use me.
Have a nice trip.
Actually,
I started out pretending,
but I grew to be rather fond of you...
Yes, that Addams' charm is irresistible.
I can't leave without you, Fester.
But you must.
And I must stay here.
For my work,
is not yet done.
No.
She means we can't leave the planet without you.
You were our only hope at powering our ship.
If only there were two of me.
Then I could stay here,
and go with them.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
What?
More power, Fester... !
I'ma give it a go... Captain!
Hope you don't mind using the Fester clone to power the ship?
No problem.
I brought along a six pack for the road.
Hi, Marsha~!
Hi, Marsha!
Fester, it's great to have you back to your old self.
It's good to be back.
Although part of me wishes that Marsha didn't have to go.
When experimenting with alien technology,
one should always make sure to use an expendable guinea pig.
What are we gonna use for a guinea pig?
It was awfully nice of Greg to leave the children his cute little ray gun.
Wednesday? What happened to your brother?
Oh, I'm sure he'll turn up.
Shortly.
Wednesday?
Wednesday!
Ahh, space.
So cold.
Lonely.
Foreboding.
No one can hear you scream.
We really must go sometime, darling.
Capital idea.
I'll call NASA and book us a weekend on the shuttle.
Maybe I'll run into Marsha and me.
And me.
Me.
And me.
And me!
Wednesday?
Pugsley?
Wednesday!
Awooooo... !