Now, Pugsley.
Always remember when detonating manhole covers,
to make sure that there's no traffic.
You don't want to damage your cover by having it slice through a car.
Gotcha.
Good.
Okay, streets are clear.
Remember,
even grip,
push down with a solid, fluid motion.
Ready?
Ready, Uncle Fester.
Pugsley, wait... !
I got one, I got one!
My first manhole cover!
And it's a beauty!
Look, darling.
We have company.
Huh?
Greetings!
Welcome to our humble abode.
Now!
Smelling salts?
I believe he's coming around.
Did I die and go to some sort of gothic heaven?
What a nice thought.
Sorry to disappoint you, old chap, but you're in the comfort of our playroom.
I'm Gomez Adams.
This is my lovely wife, Morticia.
Little Wednesday, our daughter,
and Lurch, our butler.
I'm Sam.
Hello, Sam.
What happened?
Well, you took a nasty spill on your motorbike,
so we brought you inside in an attempt to nurse you back to health.
When firing a crossbow at someone's head,
it's best to do it at close range.
That way the arrow can penetrate the cranium, smoothly.
Actually, it's best to do it at medium range.
That way the arrow has a better chance of piercing both sides of the bow.
Hmm.
Let's see if you're right.
I don't know about you, but being in a death-defying accident always wets my appetite.
Care to join us in a pleasant little repast?
Sure.
Excellent.
I'll whip up a batch of batwing puffs.
Hey, this could be The Man in the Iron Mask.
Whoa!
It is!
Poor, dear Arturo.
He never could get that mask off.
Are these real?
Ouch!
That's sharp!
Of course it is!
Where's the fun in duelling with dull blades?
Precisely!
Querida~
Vampire bats!
They're not even indigenous to this region!
I know!
That's why Gomez had them flown in.
Along with the yak.
Caused quite a stir at the airport.
By the way, um.
Do you happen to know where my motorcycle is?
Of course!
It's in the cemetery.
Gomez's brother, Fester, is fixing it for you.
Fester never worked on a motorcycle, before.
It'll be fun to see what he does with it.
Cara mia!
Mon cher...
Wonder what this is for?
Excuse me!
I really don't think you know what you're doing.
Relax! I'm good with tools!
Eh, that oughta do it.
Alright, thanks for everything.
But I'm taking this to a repair shop, now!
Don't be ridiculous!
Bike's in tip-top shape!
Here, I'll prove it to you!
Sam!
Mother, Father, we have to do something!
He could be hurt!
What's that?
That's Thing.
Thank you, Thing.
Two big spills in one day?
I envy you, my son.
If it doesn't heal soon,
let me know.
And I'll operate.
You know what? It, it feels better already.
I'm happy to report you're in very grave health.
Amd need four weeks of bed rest under my watchful eye.
That's very nice, but I should be going.
No!
I mean,
you wouldn't want to leave without a little novocaine.
Wednesday's right!
Besides, your motorcycle is still broken and you can hardly walk.
It's okay, I'll chance it.
If you'll all excuse me, I'll just find a hotel in the neighbourhood.
Why, we won't hear of it!
You'll stay with us tonight while Fester takes another crack at your hog!
Really, that's okay.
Then it's all settled.
Come.
You need some fresh air.
I really appreciate your help, but...
I must say...
I think Wednesday's developing something of a crush on our young friend.
Dark,
sullen,
and with a taste for mind-numbing pain.
You have to admire her taste!
You know, I'm beginning to think that boy is accident prone.
He must come from a good family.
So, Pandora was told never to open her box.
Lest she unleashed evil, to say nothing of good, into the world.
And then one night, her curiosity bored away at her very soul, and...
That's some box.
I know.
Now it's your turn to show me something.
Well, Princess of Darkness, how about I regale you with a little song I wrote?
What an uplifting little ditty!
Positively depressing.
Brilliant.
You really think so?
No one's ever accused me of brilliance before.
Or anything close.
Care for a snack?
I made them myself.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
That was delicious.
Sam.
How long have you been playing the guitar?
Since I was about your age.
Sixteen?
So are your parents musicians, too?
Are you kidding?
No, my father hopes I give up the guitar,
and go into the family real estate business.
He's, uh, counting on me on taking over the company someday.
But that's cruel and unusual punishment.
You could report him.
Well, I did the next best thing.
I left home about a year ago,
and haven't talked to him or my mom, since.
Don't you miss them?
Yeah, sometimes.
I guess you'll just have to move in with us.
I'll have Pugsley sent to a Sanatorium so you can have his bed.
Deal?
Deal.
Soulmates forever.
Now you're going to be a real heartbreaker when you grow older.
But I need that land to build on.
I don't care if there's already a park there.
Bulldoze it.
Mr. Sedgwick, Detective Sabrina Monroe called?
Has she located my son?
Not yet, but she did say Sam's back in town.
Apparently he purchased a motorcycle
at Gnarly Harleys this morning.
And then he vanished.
Tell her to find him.
Have her call every hotel in the city if she has to.
I don't want another year to go by without at least talking to him.
Yes, sir.
Uhh.
Mr. Sedgwick... ?
Is there anything wrong with wanting a son to follow in your footsteps?
My son is wasting his life trying to become a musician!
Mr. Sedgwick, look!
Help!
If only he could see how much I care.
How did this get in there?
Nice guy,
but a little skittish.
So, Fester.
I was wondering how my bike was coming along.
See for yourself?
Dun dun duh dun dun da dahhhh~!
I liked it better the other way,
but Morticia wanted it back to its original form.
Spoilsport.
Just out of curiosity, does this go...
forward?
Of course!
Try it!
Hey, Uncle Fester!
What's next?
Darling, look.
Another sunless day.
Magnificent!
Dear, I do believe that was Sam.
Really?
I didn't know he was up.
Now, Sam, you don't have to answer me right away, but...
Can I be your beneficiary?
Huh?
Just something to think about.
Come on, let's get you in the house.
My bike.
Don't worry.
I'll fix it again.
Oh, no!
I tell you,
this kid sure knows how to keep me busy.
Maybe we should call his parents.
They might be wondering where he is.
No, don't do that.
I mean.
I just don't want to worry them.
The thing this patient needs now,
is rest.
Come, querida.
Let's take a walk in the cemetery.
While it's still dreary.
What a chilling idea~
Cara mia.
Your face,
is as white,
and as cold,
as sour cream~
Morticia, Gomez, take a look at this.
And your eyes, are as deep, and dark, as tar pits.
Look!
"Tycoon turns Park Into Mini Mall."
And his name is Samuel Sedgwick.
I hope they have some nice security guards,
for the children to play with.
You know, Sam's last name is Sedgwick.
At least that's what it says here on his driver's license.
So, it does.
Samuel Sedgwick.
Oh look, darling.
His birthday is tomorrow!
Let's have a surprise party for him.
Excellent idea!
Let's invite his parents!
It's more fun when the whole family is around.
Thing? Dial up tyocoon Samuel Sedgwick.
Thank you, Thing.
Mr. Sedgwick, please?
Greetings!
Where is my son?
You must be Mr. Sedgwick.
I'm Gomez, Adams.
This is my lovely wife, Morticia.
So nice to meet you.
Likewise.
Where, is Sam?
Why, he's in the playroom with Wednesday.
I can't wait to get my hands on... !
His mother and I, have been worried sick about him.
If you'll excuse me for saying so, Mr. Sedgwick.
If you're looking to open up the lines of communication with your son,
you might want to work on that greeting.
That boy won't listen to reason.
I only want what's best for him.
If only he weren't so...
so...
Stubborn?
Mr. Sedgwick, your son is 21.
Don't you think he's old enough to make his own decisions?
Besides,
you can't make Sam something he's not.
And if you try,
you could lose him for a lot longer than a year.
I can't believe you've never been electrocuted before.
Well, you know, a deprived childhood.
Do you think you're ever going to go back home?
Not unless my father drops his stupid ideas about me going to work.
If only he weren't so...
so...
Stubborn?
Maybe if you sat down and talked to him, you could make him understand.
Are you kidding?
My father would never listen to reason.
How do you know unless you try?
Well, Sam, it was wonderful having you as our house guest.
Likewise, I had a really great time.
Oh, Sam, by the way, there's one more thing.
Surprise!
Happy birthday!
I don't know what to say.
How, how did you guys know?
How else?
I lifted your wallet.
Not come.
We have a surprise for you in the den.
Happy birthday, Sam.
I can't believe you guys went to all this trouble.
Don't mention it!
Thanks, Fester.
We've got another surprise for you.
Before I open any more presents,
I just want to say thank you to everyone for
taking me in and accepting me for who I am.
You guys made me feel like I was part of the family.
And uh, I'll always be grateful for that.
You're welcome, Samuel.
Now, where was I?
Dad.
Son.
Please, wait.
Listen to me for just a minute.
I've done a lot of thinking since you've been gone.
I realized that maybe I was wrong, trying to run your life for you.
Please,
can't we just talk things out?
Maybe over dinner?
Sure, I guess.
Oh!
Wouldn't be a birthday party without a cake.
Bombs away!
Hey, look outside!
What is it, son?
Oh, Fester!
He brought out the good fireworks!
Of course he did.
It is a special occasion.
Come, let's celebrate!
You never even got a chance to open my present.
Wow!
Wednesday, how sweet!
Think of me every time you wear it.
I'll never take it off.
Speaking of presents, I got one for you.
I'll treasure it always.
Soulmates forever?
Soulmates forever.
Oh, Sam!
Your mother and I'll, meet you for dinner on Sunday.
I'll be there.
I can't thank you enough.
Feel free to stop over, anytime!
Oh, Sam!
Don't forget your guitar.
Thanks, Dad.
Wednesday, dear.
Are you going to be alright?
Someday.
It was nice of Samuel to give you his jacket.
I know.
I didn't even need to take the other memento.
What other memento?
These brakes.
Now, Pugsley.
The trick to detonating mailboxes from the cemetery,
is using just the right amount of thrust.
Right.
Too little, and you'll merely tip the box over.
Too much, and you risk overshooting the cemetery entirely.
And you know what happened last time?
Those neighbors can be so huffy.
Ready?
One...
Two...
Three.
I got one, I got one!
My first mailbox!
Why, it's practically brand new, Pugsley.
Let's go inside and treat ourselves to a nice, cool glass of lizard-ade.
You betcha, Uncle Fester!
You know,
I think you're almost old enough to be fired out of a cannon.
Really?
Cool.
Awoooo... !