Disclaimer: Boy, this is bound to be a long list. I don't own The Addams Family. I don't own the Beatles, and I hope no one else does, either. I don't own any of their quotes which I used in this story. I don't own A Hard Day's Night. I don't own the song "Surfin' U.S.A.," off of which my song is loosely based, and I don't own the song "Sweet Little Sixteen," off of which "Surfin' U.S.A." is based. Whoa, that was long. Did I miss anything?
A/N: Apparently this was originally completed in early 2009. It was hugely fun and challenging to write. I'm a fan of The Addams Family, and I'm a huge fan of the Beatles. To mix them both together was just a bonus for me. Can't you just see the four of them making a guest appearance on this show in the '60s (if they weren't so friggin' busy all the time)? Please read and review!
The Addams Family Meets the Rich-and-Famous
"Mother!" called Wednesday, picking her way daintily down the stairs with Pugsley close behind. Morticia looked up from her knitting with a smile.
"What is it, children?" she asked.
"May we please use one of your eye-of-newts?" Wednesday asked, the picture of politeness.
"But I'm planning on baking eye of newt for dinner," Morticia pointed out. "Your father is in the process of writing up Mama's recipe for Spanish Newt Surprise."
"I am, indeed!" Gomez confirmed, chewing on the end of his pencil. "The problem is, I can't remember what the last ingredient is. Was it baking powder?"
"I'm sure you'll think of it, dear," Morticia assured him. Wednesday and Pugsley, meanwhile, had taken on expressions reminiscent of children who'd just received coal in their Christmas stockings.
"Oh, please, please, couldn't we just have one eye of newt?" Wednesday begged.
"We found Grandmama's old spell book," Pugsley explained. "We wanted to try out the spell for summoning a person from a far-off land."
"Well. . ." Morticia hesitated, but she couldn't bear to disappoint her hopeful children. "All right, then, but just one. Have Lurch get it for you."
The children cheered and scampered off to find the family butler while Gomez cried, "Eureka! I remember now." Holding his cigar in one hand, he scribbled furiously with the other. "The final ingredient is gunpowder." He flashed his wife a grin. "It really puts the surprise in Newt Surprise."
"It wouldn't be the same without it," Morticia agreed, taking the paper from him. "I do hope the children succeed with their little spell. They get so disappointed when it doesn't work out."
Gomez gave an airy wave of his cigar, lacing the air around him with smoke. "Of course they'll succeed, my dear. They've inherited my cleverness and your delicate touch. Plus, they have Mama's fail-safe spell book. You'll see—in a few minutes the air will ring with their cries of delight."