Stroke!
95...
Stroke!
96...
Stroke!
97...
Stroke!
98...
Stroke!
99...
Stroke!
100...
Stroke!
You're not gonna believe this.
Fester, what's wrong?
It says here that I won $10,000 in a sweepstakes.
Now this is just the kind of good luck that I don't need.
Look on the dark side,
maybe it was for some other Fester Addams.
I hope you're right.
Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!
Fester, that tire almost hit you.
Darn!
I am lucky.
Stroke... !
Now!
Excellent, querida!
Thank you, darling.
I can't believe this.
I was out playing in traffic,
and I didn't get hit by a single car.
What did I do to deserve such luck!
Ahaaa.
Good idea, Fester!
Taking unnecessary chances is a surefire way to reverse your fortunes.
Let's hope it works.
Flip a coin.
Heads!
Sorry.
You win.
Darn!
How am I ever gonna shake this lucky streak?
Beats me.
Poor Fester.
Mother,
an animal followed me home from school today.
Can I keep it,
please?
Dear Pugsley, such a gentle soul.
Always taking in some stray scorpion, or rabid coyote.
Soo, can I keep it?
I suppose so. What is it this time?
Why, it's a horse, of course.
Ahhh, there's nothing like bare stems to cheer up a room.
Giddy up, giddy up!
Is it time for school, already?
I believe so.
We should really have a talk with Pugsley.
He hasn't been late once since he started riding National Valeur to school.
Oh, dear.
We're all out of Mama's mutant mulch.
And amazingly, here she is to help us make more!
Tell you what,
you slice,
I'll... dice!
One batch of mutant mulch,
coming right up~
Ahhhh, the enticing aroma of spoiled vegetation.
I can't resist!
Gomez!
Mama?
I know, I know.
One antidote coming up.
And put it in a big glass.
Any idea who National Valeur's rightful owners are?
Not a clue.
Darling, maybe we should take a break.
Aha!
So you admit defeat!
Darn, I can't even get a good head injury these days.
I wonder who that could be.
Maybe it's a disgruntled neighbour!
I'll get it.
Won't you come in?
Uh, hello?
I'm Jack Sneed.
And this is my wife.
Audrey.
Nice to meet you.
I am Gomez Addams.
This is my lovely wife, Morticia.
And my fascinating brother, Fester.
Hi.
We're sorry to bother you, but we're
looking for a race horse,
National Valeur.
Yes, apparently it's been spotted in your... neighbourhood.
What a coincidence. Our son, Pugsley, found a striking thoroughbred with the same name!
Yeah.
Anyway,
you might want to leave us your number, in case we see your horse.
Hmph!
Oh, would you mind, terribly, if we took a look at this National Valeur your son found?
Not at all.
Right this way.
Jack?
Are you not the least bit concerned about National Valeur?
Of course I am, dear.
Pugsley keeps him down here in the play room.
Yes, that is Valeur~!
You're saved! Ohh... !
Oh.
Oh, I must say your son has gone...
all out to accommodate our horse.
Well, we Addams always do our best to make our guests feel at home.
Don't forget to drive recklessly~!
Oh, dear.
I hope Pugsley won't be too upset when he finds out
we gave National Valeur back to his rightful owners.
Don't worry, querida~
Our boy's a trooper!
He'll be just fine~
Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!
I've never seen our son so despondent.
There must be something in here that'll cheer Pugsley up.
Pugsley says he's never going to speak to you or Mother again.
Well, at least he's dealing with his anger in an unproductive manner.
I know.
I'll put a happiness potion in his cereal.
That'll keep him grinning from ear-to-ear!
Please, Mama.
I can't stand to think of him looking like that.
Ahhh, here it is!
Just the thing to make Pugsley feel better!
I can't even get seven years' bad luck!
So, you see, li'l sport.
Ridin' a mechanical horse is just as much fun as ridin' a real thing!
I don't know.
Sure it is. I'll prove it to you!
Fester?
Let's show the boy what real horsepower is!
Gotcha!
Come on, Fester.
Give this baby some juice!
Alright.
Hi-yo, Selmaaaaaaa~!
Let's go, big fellah!
Nothing seems to cheer Pugsley up.
Here he comes.
Now leave everything to me.
I'll take his mind off of National Valeur.
Pugsley,
how are you feeling?
Lonely.
Hey, Pugsley.
Wouldja like to play a little game of,
Horseshoes?
Ah... !
Way to go, Dr. Feelgood.
You still miss National Valeur, don't you?
Here, Pugsley.
You might as well take my lightning rod.
I'm never gonna get hit by lightning with my luck, anyway.
By George, why didn't we think of this before?
Let's go down on the racetrack, and watch National Valeur in action!
Really?
Sure!
We'll have a day at the races~
Yay!
Oh, Gomez.
This track is rife with human despair, and misery!
Ahh, les Misérables~
Tish!
That's French.
Well, now Valeur is finally up.
Do you think he'll win?
Oh, I hope so.
If not, I'm afraid he's headed for...
greater pastures.
Bet you wouldn't be so upset if it was me going to greater pastures.
So you do understand~!
And they're off... !
I haven't seen a horse race this exciting
since that fire at the Gloom Factory!
Ha ha... !
I did it!
I finally did it!
I lost everything, finally!
Uncle Fester.
This ticket says "sure to lose".
Well that can't be.
I told him to put all my money on Short Bat.
Because he was...
Sure... to lose...
They gave me the wrong ticket... !
Well.
I guess that's the end for National Valeur.
Greater pastures than this...
I'm sorry your horse came in last.
Thanks, Wednesday.
Maybe next time, he'll come in second-to-last.
There won't be a next time.
Mrs Sneed says they're sending them to "greater pastures".
Whatever that means.
Pugsley.
"Greater pastures" is just another way of saying The Great Beyond.
Huh?
Wednesday, we can't let them do that.
We have to stop them.
Why?
Because they'll be miserable if we don't.
Seriously.
Because it'll be no fun torturing me, if I'm already beyond despair!
Then, save National Valeur, we must.
Now don't move a muscle, darling.
I'm almost finished painting you.
There, all done~
I'll get it.
Gomez Addams, here.
Ah, Mrs Sneed!
I see.
Well, I can assure you our son does not have your horse.
On second thought, uh, let me get back to you.
Wednesday, what do you like best about horses?
That they eat small boys when others aren't looking.
Wednesday, Pugsley.
Do you have anything you want to tell us?
No, Mother.
I mean... Mother.
Now, son.
We need to have a talk.
And I thought you were going to punish him.
Pugsley?
Come have a seat.
Now, Pugsley.
The life of a horse thief is...
is not an easy one!
It isn't?
It's not as glamourous as it sounds!
Pugsley.
What we're trying to say is,
you must return National Valeur.
I know it's hard, but
he belongs to the Sneeds.
But... !
Now, Pugsley,
I don't want to hear any more arguments.
National Valeur is going back, and that's final!
Yes, Father.
Wednesday, what are we going to do?
Lighting three sticks of dynamite off the same match.
The unluckiest thing, a demolitionist could do!
That's it.
I give up!
Uncle Fester, Lurch,
I need you to help me with something.
Sure.
What do you want us to do?
Dress up like a horse, and let the Sneeds take you away.
Oh, and I thought you wanted us to do something silly.
Then it's settled.
But... !
As you wish.
ha ha ha.
Mr. and Mrs. Addams?
Smedley.
I'm from... Greater Pastures.
Of course, I'll have my son bring National Valeur around.
Pugsley?
Oh, dear.
You better go upstairs and make sure nothing's wrong.
Mr. and Mrs. Addams?
Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
Hey, watch it!
Pugsley?
Quick, let's get out of here!
Pugsley?
ow!
Quit pushing... !
Pugsley?
Aaaaaaaaah!
That's strange.
National Valeur isn't here, either.
I'm suffocating in here.
It feels good.
Children!
There you are~
Where's National Valeur?
We put him in the horse trailer.
Pugsley hates long goodbyes.
So it'd be best if you leave now.
And don't look back.
Oh.
Okay.
Bye!
Yep, here he is.
Safe and sound.
The night is...
Morticia~!
Thine night is... Gomez~!
"I must save you, my shrew."
Darling~
You haven't called me that in weeks~
So,
wanna go to the dungeon and slip into some shackles?
Darling, I thought you'd never ask.
Not so fast.
The dungeon is closed for the evening.
Come back tomorrow.
Our hours are noon to 12.
Wednesday, what's going on?
Nothing.
Now, hold still, National Valeur.
Pugsley?
Nice try, children.
I can explain.
It's all Pugsley's fault.
Ugh!
Look, admirable as it is to completely disregard our orders,
the Sneads miss their horse!
But the only reason why they want National Valeur back,
is so they can...
well, you know ...
But the Sneeds would never harm National Valeur.
But they said they're going to send him to "greater pastures"!
Pugsley, son, Greater Pastures is a retirement farm for racehorses!
It is?
Of course.
Told you!
You know, I bet the Sneeds could use someone,
to take National Valeur on walks,
and maybe feed him from time to time.
As a matter of fact, I remember Mrs. Sneed
saying she was looking for just such a person.
I'll do it!
Then it's all settled.
We'll let Fester and Lurch take National Valeur,
to Greater Pastures, first thing in the morning.
By the way,
where are Fester and Lurch, anyway?
Lurch.
Isn't National Valeur a girl's name?
Uh-oh!
Down, boys, down!
Here's to Fester and Lurch for their during escape from Greater Pastures!
How lovely everything worked out for the best.
And why not?
With all my good luck...
Fester, what is that stuck to your shoe?
It's a four-leaf clover.
No wonder I've been so lucky.
There!
That ought to curse me, again.
Mother, Father.
An animal followed me home from school.
Can I keep it?
Please?
What is it this time?
A hyena?
Or, a Tasmanian devil?
A giant radioactive lizard monster?
How'd you guess?
My luck has changed.
For the worse~
Awoooooooo!