Harry sat on his couch, unable to sleep. Laverne had been calling him non-stop ever since her neice got pregnant yet again. He waited for the phone to ring, but instead, Carol came downstairs. "Daddy, Scotty's been kepping me up all night. Maybe he wants to see his Grandpa."
"Carol, -"
"Is that bad?" Carol asked.
"That he wants to see me? No, why would that be bad?" Harry questioned.
"Because I read that a mother has a special emotional bond where only she can comfort the child when in serious distress. Daddy, do you think something's wrong with me?" Carol gripped his shoulders.
"Yes." Harry said.
"What is it?"
"You're taking this whole thing too seriously. It's ridiculous. Scotty's just having a rough night, he'll be fine!" Harry shrugged it off.
"You're right..." She paused and Harry assumed the discussion was over. "But what if he isn't?"
"Ugh, Carol, really, I-" Just then, Barbra came down to join them.
"Hey, I just put Scotty down for bed." She said.
"How could you do this to me?" Carol seemed very offended. "Daddy, she put him to bed. He let her put him to bed, do you know what this means?"
"That you owe your sister a thank you?" A confused Harry asked.
"It means he likes Barbra more than me. Just like you do." Carol sat on the couch and crossed her arms.
"Who told you that?" Harry asked and hugged her.
"Barbra!" Harry was not at all suprised, his younger daughter was constantly tormenting Carol.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Harry sighed, assuming it was Laverne. "Coming!" He walked up to his door and answered it. And he had to do a double-take. On his doorstep, was a woman who had to be five foot nine, a bit taller in heels and a man probably six foot two. The woman looked to be in her thirties and had brown eyes and black raven hair that flowed down har back and stopped at a couple inches above her waist. She was wearing a long, tight black dress that extended down past her ankles and wans long sleeved while beeing low cut in a v-neck. She held a black, vintage umbrella and it was puring rain. And she had the palest skin he had ever seen. The man had olive skin, black hair and a mustache that was more of two sexy black lines. He wore a navy blue pinstipped suit. He had a black umbrella as well, only it wasn't vintage. Harry stood there.
"Could we come in, you see, our car broke down and-" The woman was cut off by Harry shutting the door.
"Who was it, Daddy?" Carol asked.
"These two, odd looking people who... who I just left out in the rain, oh my God!" Harry realized his mistake adm rushed to the door. "I am so sorry, " he told the pair. "You just caught me off guard. Please come in."
"Thank you." The man said.
"Children!" The woman called. Just then, a girl who looked to be twelve who was nearly but not quite as pale as her mother, she wore a black knee length, long sleeved dress and it had white cuffs and a collar. She had long braids and her hair were nearly as dark as her mother's walked into the house, trailing behind her parents. Behind her was a pudgy boy who looked to be ten and wore a black and white stripped shirt and black pants. He had brown hair.
"Oh my God." Carol's jaw dropped when they walked in. "Oh my God."
"He's here?" The boy asked.
"No, Pugsley." The girl was very auto-tone. "He wouldn't visit now."
"Oh my God, it's the Addams family." Carol was shocked.
"Carol!" Barbra scolded and hit her in the stomach.
"I'm sorry, would you like some orderve, Invitès d' honneur?" Carol asked.
"Non, mais je vous remercie de l' offre." The woman spoke in perfect French.
"Oh, Tish." The man kissed her hand.
"So, who are you?" Harry asked.
"I'm Gomez Addams, and this lovely creature you feast your eyes upon is my wife, Morticia." Gomez told him.
"Gomez." Morticia smiled. "Oh, and this, " she gestured to the girl. "is our daughter, Wednesday."
"And I'm Pugsley." The boy said.
"Daddy! I was right! I knew it, I knew it, I-" Barbra hit her sister harder in the stomach.
"Will you knock it off?" Barbra half yelled, half whispered. "This does not make them the Addams family."
"My husband and I were taking a trip to see if we could catch the hurrican heading this way, but our children snuck into our luggage." Morticia explained.
"Kids." Gomez sighed.
"So, what made you come here?" Barbra asked.
"We happened to be driving down your street and our car broke down." Morticia said.
"You guys are pulling our chain, right?" Barbra asked. "The movie just came out a couple of years ago."
"Yes, we knew the actors very well. They pulled it off splendidly." They looked just like the movie. Except, Wednesday's eyes were a bit of a darker brown and she had black nail polish, not red.
"So, you're serious right now?" Harry asked.
"Quite." Morticia responded.
"We were hoping we could stay here until our car gets fixed." Puglsey said.
"Well, only if it's alright with you, Dr. Weston." Morticia added.
"Please, call me Harry- DR. WESTON?" Harry was shocked and tried to mantain his composure. "How do you know my name?"
"Oh, in college I majored in witchcraft- provate tutors, of course- and I picked a few tricks up." Morticia told him.
"You are so intelligent." Gomez kissed her red wine lips.
"Darling, don't you think we should talk to Dr. Weston-" she looked at Harry. "Harry?" She corrected herself.
"Who?" Gomez asked, completely entranced.
"The man who owns this house." Morticia reminded him.
"Ah, yes!" Gomez snapped out of it.
"Look, we might not have enough room-" Harry began to say.
"But, Daddy, we have two guestrooms." Barbra reminded her father.
"Thank you, Barbra. I promise you, I won't forget this." Harry said to her.
"Well, that's wonderful, old man!" Gomez exclaimed.
"What do we say to Harry?" Morticia asked her children.
"Be afraid. Be very afraid." Wednesday said.
"I will." Harry told her.
After a while, Harry brought in their luggage and brought it up to the guestrooms. Morticia and Gomez stayed in the room right next to Carol, they shared a wall. Wednesday and Pugsley stayed in the attic, they explained that they felt more comfortable there. Gomez and Morticia were walking into their room for the time being. "Oh, darling..." Morticia's voice trialed off.
"It's so..." Gomez had had his arm around her and was at a loss for words.
"White." Morticia stated.
Meanwhile, Wednesday and Pugsley were in their nightclothes in their room. "Pugsley, do you think Harry would mind if we started a fire?" Wednesday asked.
"Maybe we should get to know him first." Pugsley said.
"Why? I set fire to you when you were brought home from the hospital." Wednesday said.
"But, it needs a repaint. It's so..."
"Yellow. And floral, and... Pugsley, turn off the lights." Wednesday ordered.
Morticia and Gomez were situated on the living room couch for they both couldn't sleep. And Morticia turned to her husband. "Darling, do you think we'll be lucky enough to catch the hurricane this week?" She asked.
"Of course, my darling." Gomez reassured her. "I am so proud of the children for sneaking out, though."
"As am I." Morticia sighed.
"Tish, is something wrong?" Gomez asked.
"I just wish we had more alone time. But that, I suppose is being selfish." Morticia said.
"Cara mia, I have been craving alone time since we arrived in Miami. The torture gnawing at my insides like a revenous beast." Gomez told her.
"Well, then, why don't we fix that?" Morticia asked seductivly.
"With pleasure." Gomez replied as he began to kiss her rather passionatley. And they both wished it could turn into something more.
Meanwhile, Harry sat up in his bed next to Dreyfus. He usually poured his heart out to that dog. "I wish Carol wouldn't be so judgemental. Just because they're the Addams family doesn't mean they're nearly as crazy." At this, Dreyfus shot his owner a look as if to say sarcastically, "Really, Harry? Really?"
"Alright, Dreyf. But they didn't have anywhere else to go. Now, in the morning, we'll sort this whole thing out. Please, try to get some sleep." Harry sighed.
Dreyfus then lept off of the bed and walked out of the room.