Characters (c) to Cosgrove Hall Story (c) to me, Steffie

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My Baby Butler prt 1

Transylvania, home of the long line of vampire ducks. Mortals, beware! The vampire duck is looking for a tasty midnight snack!

Meanwhile inside Castle Duckula's kitchen

Count Duckula hummed to himself as he raided the fridge.
"Hmm, what else should I put on my sandwich?" Duckula pondered out loud as he examined the tomato in his hand. As if on cue, Igor popped in from out of nowhere.
"How about a village maiden, M'Lord?" the vulture asked gleefully as he rubbed his hands together. The young mallard became even greener than normal.

"Yuck, that's disgusting, Igor!!" Duckula pulled a face, his appetite gone.
"The only thing I found disgusting would be the fact a vampire would rather sink his fangs into a broccoli sandwich than in a maiden's neck..." Igor grumbled in disapprovel.
"I heard that, Igor"
"Pardon, M'Lord"
"Don't try and deny it, Igor! You had complained about my vegeterian habits...again"
"Well, M'Lord"
"Igor, please leave and let me be. I am not in a mood for an argument."

The butler turned his heel and left the kitchen, a long string of curses about working with a vegeterian vampire grumbled under his breath. Count Duckula clicked in tongue in annoyance.
"Why can't I have a butler that wasn't bloodthirsty, or obsessed with the dark and eerie?" the mallard wondered out loud as he decided to go back to his bedroom to sleep.

As the young fowl waddled back to his bedroom, a light bulb flashed above his head as a brilliant plan formed in his mind. The young mallard then made a bee-line towards Igor's spell chambers. A huge smile spread across his beak when Count Duckula noticed a giant spellbook on the old wooden table. He picked the book gingerly and paged through the book, hoping he won't accidentally shred any of the delicate pages. After what felt like centuries, the mallard finally found what he was looking for.

"Ah ha! A spell that shall transform Igor into a young and friendly fowl." Duckula rubbed his hands with glee. The mallard frowned when he noticed the ingredients.
"Maybe I should use triple of what's required? Igor's did mention he's about eight-hundred years old. I bet he even knocked some centuries off his actual age." Duckula mused to himself as he collected all the ingredients from the shelf.

The young mallard poured and mixed all the ingredients into a large bowl. After several minutes of stirring, the potion fizzed wildly and then became a strange brown colour. It looked almost like toffee. Count Duckula took a quick whiff and gagged. "Ugh, even a skunk would get knocked out cold if he smelt this stuff. Now, for the final touch..."

Count Duckula teleported himself into the kitchen. He blinked in surprise when he noticed the sun's rays shining from the window. Did he actually spend the rest of the night making this potion? Oh well, it is for a very good cause. The mallard tip-toed towards the tea set that sat on the small kitchen. The fowl sniggered to himself as he poured the potion into the teapot. He then sat quietly in his seat as he heard familar footsteps...

"G'Mornin', Duckyboos!" Nanny's voice bellowed as she entered the kitchen, grumpy Igor in tow.
"Morning, M'Lord." Igor greeted as he sat down. "Some tea please, Nanny." Igor requested.
"Not need to make tea, Nanny. I already made some." Duckula grinned from ear to ear as he poured the "tea" into Igor's cup. "Thank you, M'Lord..." Igor sounded quite confused as he took the cup. Since when was the young master able to make tea? As he pondered about this situation, Duckula tried to explain to the wailing Nanny that him making tea for Igor doesn't mean that they don't like her beverages. Needless to say,it fell on deaf ears.

Ignoring the nagging thoughts that tickled the back of his mind, Igor took a sip from his tea. It was surprisingly delicious!
"So, how do you like your tea?" Duckula asked with eager curiosity. Nanny ruffled her feathers in annoyance.
"Very good, M'Lord." the vulture admitted. He didn't seem to notice his voice became two octaves higher.
"Igor, are you okay"
"Never felt better, M'Lord!"

Duckula and Nanny's eyes widened in surprise at what happened next. Every single wrinkle on Igor's face disappeared. A wild mop of white hair covered his bald spot. The vulture's hunchback disappeared as well. His once stocky frame more lean as well. But, what surprised Duckula the most would the fact that the young Igor is actually quite handsome! The butler definitely didn't age well at all...

"What's the blazes is going on?" Igor demanded when he noticed the changes. He frowned when he sniffed at the contents in his cup. He blanched when he realized what he drank.
"M'Lord, did you make a de-aging potion?" Igor squeaked. His voice actually sounded like a teenager whose voice broke.
"Well, er...I--er..." Duckula stuttered, a bit confused that Igor seemed to become even younger. His eyes almost popped out of his head when Igor suddenly glowed yellow.

The butler screamed in agony as the glow became as bright as the sun. "Oh help, save us!" Nanny clucked in fear.
"Oh no! Igor!" Duckula quacked in fear as he shielded his eyes with his cape.

After what felt like all of eternity, the glowing finally stopped. Count Duckula felt a lump form in his throat when he noticed only Igor's clothes lying on the floor.
"Oh no, poor Mr. Igor!" Nanny wailed loudly. The mallard dared himself to approach the pile of clothes that lay on the floor. When he bend down and touched the shirt, it suddenly wiggled.

"Say what?" Duckula gasped in fright. He poked the shirt again, and it wiggled even more. "Nanny, help!" the mallard squeaked in fright, hiding behind the giant hen.
"There, there, Duckyboos. There's nothing to be afraid of." Nanny cooed as she approached the haunted pile of clothes, ignoring the fact Duckula was sitting on her shoulders as if she was giving him a piggyback ride.

"No Nanny, don't touch it!" Duckula begged. But, it was no use as the hen bent down and dug her good arm's hand into the pile of clothes. "Now, now, Master Duckula. There's nothing to be afraid of." Nanny reasurred the young fowl. Her face suddenly widened in surprise, which made Duckula scream in agony.

"Oh no, the monster got Nanny!" Duckula wept in fear as he covered his eyes. His fear soon disappear when he heard a soft chirp. He opened his eyes and noticed Nanny cradled something small in her arm. It was an adorable White-Head Vulture chick that had all its down. The chick seemed to be about two or three years old. Duckula's eyes widened when he realized who this chick was...

"...Igor?"

To be continued...