I wonder why Thing is so upset?
What is it, Thing? Is there something you wanna show us?
Why, look at this room!
It's as neat as a pin.
And, look!
Pugsley's octopus!
He's starving!
No wonder Thing was so worried.
It's not like the children to neglect their chores.
Wednesday?
What are you doing down here?
Helping Granny.
We were just making grub cakes.
Young lady, there will be no more between-meal snacks,
until you and your brother do your chores.
Yes, Mother.
Speaking of Pugsley, I wonder where he's gotten off to?
Uncle Fester?
Hey, see, Pugsley.
Plastic explosives may be more glamorous,
but TNT really packs a punch!
Let's do it again, Uncle Fester!
I think Pugsley's had quite enough explosions for one day.
But I just set my timer...
Not now, Fester!
Pugsley, go to your room.
Your poor octopus is just skin and beak!
Yes, Mother.
And I'll hold on to this.
Hey, but that's my...
It's my... !
I wanna.. !
If I could just... !
Gomez, we really must do something about Fester and Mama.
I agree.
They spoil the children entirely too much.
Now!
Bad luck, darling.
The 7-10 split.
Yes, I am getting good at this game.
Burn it in, Lurch.
Nice pick-up, Gomez.
You wanted to talk to us?
Yes, it's about the children.
We're concerned that lately you've been a little too indulgent.
We're just keeping them entertained.
Wednesday and Pugsley need to understand that it's wrong
to blow things up and engage in unnecessary torture.
Until after their chores are done.
But, it makes them so happy.
Fester.
A happy child is just...
an unhappy child who's having fun.
Darling!
The sun is out, again.
Ohhh.
That sun is ghastly!
How much longer can this go on?
I'll check the weather report.
"Sunshine continues throughout the week for our area."
"Now for this special bulletin."
"The entire... devastated by Hurricane Norma!"
"Bringing 100 mile an hour winds, and flash flooding!"
How depressing.
A wonderful hurricane blowing ashore,
and we're stuck here without a cloud in sight.
You know...
Just because we don't work
doesn't mean we can't take a vacation.
That's true.
I know just where to go.
The Last Resort Motor Lodge.
Perfect!
I think it's been condemned since the last time we were there.
Oh, but we can't.
Wednesday and Pugsley are in school,
and Fester and Mama would spoil them too much.
We could call Grandpapa!
That's splendid, Grandpapa.
He said he'd come right over!
Geronimo!
I'm back.
He really knows how to make an entrance.
Grandpapa, we're so glad you came.
Why didn't you open up your parachute?
It would only have slowed me down!
Well, you made it here in record time.
Well, as luck would have it,
I was flying overhead in my new airplane when you called.
Who's flying the plane now?
I'm not sure it's flying.
Direct hit.
Demolishing structure 'F' until...
it reaches the tanker,
filled with liquid hydrogen.
Blaow-ey!
Now, all we need are a few more barrels of toxic waste.
Ha ha!
Children, Grandpapa.
They grow up so fast, don't they?
Grandpapa, what are you doing?
Spiling the children.
What else?
That's what Grandparents are for.
Gomez and I are trying not to spoil the children.
We were hoping that you would be firm and tyrannical.
Like you were with me and Fester.
Oh, but don't you see.
That by mollycoddling the children,
I inspire rebellion,
and disrespect.
I hadn't thought of it that way.
Carry on!
Ha ha!
Wednesday, my dear.
You will do the honours.
Certainly, Grandpapa.
Heyyy, what the... ?
Fine!
So it's okay for you to have fun!
It wasn't us!
Fester!
Grandpapa!
Eudora!
It's nice to see you.
I didn't know you were coming.
I'm minding the children.
While Gomez and Morticia take a little holiday.
Come on, children.
Let's see what else I brought for you, huh?
Come on!
Yay!
No spoiling the children, huh?
Now, Grandpapa.
Don't let the children push you around.
Around?
Never.
Off the roof, maybe.
And don't let them go to bed at a decent hour.
They'll just wake up...
bright and cheery.
Oh, don't worry about their sleeping.
With all the things I have planned for them,
they'll be cranky and irritable for weeks.
Ah, there you are, Lurch.
Would you mind going up to the attic and getting my Howitzer?
I want to take Wednesday at Pugsley skeet-shooting.
If you gotta get going, you don't want to miss the flooding.
He's right, darling.
Lurch, do you mind taking our trunk to the car?
Lurch.
I need you to stop at the market.
I'm making my special Slug Soufflé for the children tonight.
Why, first the trunk, Lurch.
Then the attic.
Shopping... !
The trunk, Lurch.
The attic!
Trunks!
Trunk.
Shopping!
The attic!
You've got to get the trunk.
Here's the shopping.
I mean...
Now.
That shit was so...
Gomez, do you think this is the best time to go on vacation?
Everyone's arguing.
Lurch may need traction.
The house is in total chaos.
You're right, darling!
I'll jump in quick... !
Be in better hands.
You are so exact...
I'm your driver.
It's nice to have you back, Mr. and Mrs. Addams.
You're the first customers we've had, since the last time you were here.
Oh, Gomez.
The peeling wallpaper.
The leaky roof.
It's just as I remembered it.
Oh, and watch out for the badger trap underneath the bed.
Oh, what a lovely touch.
And what an ideal location!
The Vinegar Works to the West.
The Glue Factory to the East.
And the lovely view of the swamp.
Looks like we arrived just in time.
When burying someone alive,
it's best to pack the dirt nice and tight.
Otherwise, they won't have trouble breathing.
Alright now, children.
Fetch the fire ants and some honey,
and I'll show you how to have some real fun.
Hi, Wednesday.
Pugsley.
There are some fresh baked scorpion cookies, inside.
Better hurry and get some before they lose their sting.
Alright!
Hey, wait a minute!
You two may not have noticed,
but we were playing a game.
You've been hogging the children all evening.
Besides,
isn't it hard to play games with a bucket over your head?
Bucket?
What bucket?
This one.
Hey, come back.
Whoa!
What wonderful acoustics...
Yodelay-hee-hoo...
Ah.
My true love in my arms.
A natural disaster bearing down on us.
It doesn't get any better than this...
I spoke too soon!
Oh, look!
There's Mr. Bates!
You meet the most interesting people in a hurricane... !
I haven't seen a wind this strong...
since Uncle Flatulence came to visit!
That's it, dearies.
Do them up tight.
You don't want me gettin' away in the nick of time, do you?
This is good.
The candle's just far enough away that I can't blow it out.
Nothing like tunneling through a few hundred yards of
dirt and rock to get the juices flowing.
What are you doing here?
Can't you see we're playing Inquisition?
I just thought I'd stop by and see if anyone was interested in...
Fire eating lessons~
Upstairs!
Fire eating.
Oh, anyone can do that.
Not if they're strapped to a bed of nails.
Or, locked in a stockade.
Ta-ta!
Hahaha!
Oh, darling!
I wish the children were here to enjoy this... !
Don't worry!
I'm sure they're having a marvelous time!
This game is called Houdini's Last Escape.
How do we play?
Just stay here until I tell you.
Mm-hmm.
I have a feeling you're going to be very good at this game.
I got a pick-up, for Addams?
What d'you got in here?
A body?
Gomez?
Gomez, where are you?
There's nothing like a fine smoked herring, after a good storm.
You think Mr. Bates will rebuild?
I hope not.
That hurricane turned this place into a four star disaster area.
Yes, it is heavenly~
Still,
there's no place like home.
You miss the children, don't you?
I do.
Anyone for a bedtime story?
A very scary one.
Guaranteed to give you nightmares?
Does it have maidens in distress?
Who, because of their panic-induced hysteria,
call victim to savage monsters?
Well...
Let's see.
Yes~ I think it does.
Alright, then.
Alright, then?
Let's get started.
Where's Pugsley?
Pugsley?
Pugsley!
Pugsleeeey?
Pugsley?
I think Grandpapa's finally lost his marbles.
No, no, no.
Just Pugsley!
Oh, wait a minute.
Now I see what's going on.
Very funny.
What's so funny?
This little, little joke of yours.
I mean, for a minute there.
Woo!
I thought Pugsley was really missing!
That would be funny.
Too bad we didn't think of it.
Haha hahaha!
Waitaminute!
You mean he's really gone?
If anything's happened to Pugsley...
Morticia and Gomez'd never forgive us!
We've got to find him!
Before they come back.
We're home~
We brought souvenirs~
Welcome back.
How was your trip?
Dark and dreary.
I wish you all could have been there.
I hope you brought a long, boring slideshow for us to see!
Where are the children?
The children?
Why... sleeping.
At this hour?
They're dead tired.
You know how it is after a long day of torture and mayhem?
Yes, the poor little urchins are all tuckered out.
Oh, I love to watch them sleep.
They're so lifeless.
Let's go see them.
No, no, no, wait, wait.
Uhhh...
You must be famished after your long journey.
We ate on the road.
Exhaust fumes add so much to the flavour of roadkill.
Oh, but I made a special meal for you.
Well.
Just a nibble.
Why not?
The children aren't going anywhere.
Don't worry.
Komodo Puffs?
Please.
Mama.
I couldn't eat another bite.
Perhaps the children would like some.
Hello, there!
Avast, ye lubbers!
Prepare to meet the new... !
Ahahahaha!
He's not in the attic.
Searching the caves.
I'll keep him busy.
Young man!
You've been back for half an hour yet.
And you haven't once challenged me!
To a duel!
Ha ha!
Please.
Grandpapa.
Can't we do this later?
Later?
I'm an old man.
There may not be a "later."
En garde~!
Ha ha!
You win, Grandpapa! You win.
2 outta 3?
Oh, ho, ho, no, no, no, no.
We've got to go say hello to the children!
Children.
Oh.
Uh.
I've got to tell you something.
What is it?
Follow me.
Well, he isn't in the caves, or the swamp.
And I've checked every fireplace in the house.
Someone's coming.
Quick, hide!
Why don't we go in here for a bit?
I've always loved this room.
It's so dank.
Quit stalling, Grandpapa!
What is it already?
Uhh...
Golly.
It slipped my mind.
But don't worry.
It'll come back.
Well, when it does, let us know.
Come, Gomez.
Let's check on the children.
Well.
I guess it's time to face the music.
Stop that!
Sorry.
Hello, Wednesday.
Did you miss us?
Were you gone?
How utterly contemptuous.
What a sweet child.
Where's Pugsley?
I couldn't say, exactly.
You tell them.
I'm not gonna tell 'em!
Somebody's got to tell them.
Grandpapa!
Uh-oh!
I believe you owe us an explanation.
I'm afraid, uh...
I'm sorry, uh...
I lost, uh, Pugsley.
That's not entirely true.
We all lost Pugsley.
But!
We're not gonna rest, until we find him!
I wonder who that could be?
Here's your laundry bag back.
Laundry?
But my laundry is still in my room.
Let me see that.
What's in here?
This straitjacket's not mine.
It's not even my size.
I found it, on this.
Pugsley!
There you are.
Pugsley.
What happened to you?
The dry cleaned me, and pressed me,
and hung me on the rack til I went all over the place.
Looks like they used a little too much bleach.
But how did you...
It was just a game!
He came back, didn't he?
Don't worry, children.
We'll never vacation without you, again.
But we had such a great time.
Yes, you really must go away more often.
I'll be happy to come back and watch them.
But only if these two...
Give me a hand.
Anytime!
And you guys were worried.
Pugsley.
I hope they put you through the spin cycle.
Our family.
Four generations of love and neglect~
"We interrupt for a special bulletin."
Hurricane Zorba has changed direction and is heading for our area,
bringing 100 mile an hour winds, and torrential rain.
Come on, Mama.
Let's open all the doors and windows in the house!
Good idea.
Grandpapa! Have you heard the news?
Looks like you're in for quite a blow.
Aren't you going to stay and enjoy it with us?
Well, maybe next time.
But you crashed your airplane.
How are you going to get back in time?
I thought I'd let Zorba take me home.
Sorry I can't hang around longer!
He really knows how to make an exit.
Goodbye, everybody!
Have a great storm!
Awooo... !