thank you, grandmama. in a foul mood, granny tromps up into the attic.
thank you, lurch.
but he isn't even uncle fester. gomez and morticia turn to look at her.
do you want a cigar, father?
father? wednesday exchanges a panic-stricken look with morticia. the family moves closer to gomez.
put the tortoise on the highway.
yes.
are they made from real girl scouts?
if that man isn't uncle fester, then who is he, mother?
why is that lady doing all this?
this is my costume. i'm a homicidal maniac. they look just like everyone else.
children begging in the streets.
from the bermuda triangle.
no, mine!