"I don't want to go to Uncle Knik Knak's.." Wednesday gloomily protested as Morticia finished packing the children's bags. Pugsley sat like a stump with a disappointed look on his face. Pubert was shaking a spiked rattle as he teethed on a poisonous root.

"Wednesday, please, give this a chance." Morticia gently said as she packed one last thing in the bags. It was something unknown wrapped in a wine-red fabric.

"I'd rather douse myself in gasoline, light a match, and jump from a tree branch with a noose around my neck.." Wednesday said with a light tone and no expression on her face. Just then, Gomez turned around the corner.

"That's the spirit, my dear! However, due to the age limit, we can't bring you on this cruise. But believe me, if I was the one running it, I'd make sure every child got a free round of the strongest drinks!" Morticia smiled at her husband and then looked back at her grumpy children.

"Why can't Uncle Fester watch us?" Pugsley insisted, but before his father could answer, they heard Fester himself quickly coming down the dusty stairs.

"Because I'm going with them! D'aw, don't feel bad, children, I'm going to bring you back something special! Perhaps a new pet from the ocean! Maybe a snail, or a sting ray! OR! A..a um..an electric eel!" He smiled wide and laughed in glee as he finally got a smile out of the siblings as they hugged him goodbye.

"Fester, dear, do you still have the address that Knik Knak wrote down for us? He had moved recently." Morticia softly asked. Just then Fester's smiled disappeared. Of course no one else could see his mind playing back to what had happened earlier. He was hurrying home from being in town that morning and wasn't looking where he was going. He had ran into a round man who was constantly coughing. He looked like he worked at the bank nearby, but Fester didn't have time to take in the surroundings. He had dropped the envelope that had uncle Knik Knak's new address and needed to get it and get home.

"Terribly sorry, sir." The man said as he too had dropped a few papers and was scrambling to get them back. He instinctively grabbed the nearest envelope and handed it to Fester. The coughing man tried asking Fester if he was okay but Fester didn't say a word and only grabbed the enveloped being handed to him and quickly made his way back home. After this "mind movie" played, Fester violently nodded and reached into his pocket and pulled out the envelope. Morticia took it with her long red fingernails.

"Perfect! Now we're ready to go. Everybody in the car!"

Morticia continued to lecture her children, who were sitting in the back, about their Uncle Knik Knak.

"He has the family's alzheimers. So he may get your names mixed up with other relatives, but he's a dear man, I promise you. Don't mention it in front of him. He doesn't like being reminded of his limits. Go easy on him, children. Save the terrorizing for the family reunion coming up. I've taught you well." She looked through the rear-view mirror at her daughter with her dark aura around her. She smiled proudly as Wednesday smiled back. She knew all too well that Wednesday was the perfect daughter to her. Perfect for the family. A perfect Addams.

It wasn't too long before the family finally stopped and before them was a rather large sized but old house with a large tower. The family stared at it.

"I like him already!" Pugsley shouted as he quickly left the car and forced the trunk open. Wednesday raised a brow. Her grumpiness was slowly disappearing.

"I guess he does have nice taste.." She admitted. Gomez smiled.

"See, children? No bright colors or cheery scenes to mope at." Before he could keep talking, he took a look at his pocket watch.

"Damn! We've only got fifteen minutes until the cruise leaves. Quick, children, get your bags, we don't have time.." Morticia hugged her kids and helped them take out their bags.

"We brought our phone, dear. Give us a call tonight. You two PLEASE behave, Knik Knak can't take too many scares. Send him our love!" Wednesday hadn't said another word until the car drove off, leaving the siblings to take their bags up to the porch (though Wednesday made Pugsley take the bags) and hang onto baby Pubert. Pugsley eagerly knocked on the door. There was a sound of unlocking and something scurrying across the floor. The kids looked confused but Wednesday soon lost her patience and turned the large knob, opening the door. The strong scent of old dust and mildew hit their faces as the saw the figure of an old man on the top step of a large staircase.

"Hello hello hello, children.. I am your beloved Count Olaf!" It didn't take long for them to see the man completely. He had large smile with glossy eyes that looked both tired and angry.

"Hi!" Pugsley raised his arm in a happy wave. Olaf pinned his gleaming eyes on the children. He didn't expect them to look so...grim. He forced a smile.

"Hello there, Klaus and Violet!" He had memorized their names for a proper greeting. Wednesday and Pugsley stared at each other for a moment.

"Who's Klaus and Violet? He also said his name is Olaf.." Pugsley whispered, making sure the old man didn't hear them.

"Mother said he gets names mixed up. Doesn't matter to me.." Wednesday had stopped caring long before the car ride over here.

"Something wrong?" Olaf boomed sounding intimidating. The children weren't fazed.

"No. So where's our rooms?" Wednesday demanded. Olaf's eyes grew larger as if they were going to pop out. He bit the corner of his lip hard as he finally answered.

"Rrrrright up here.."

Wednesday sat on the lone dusty bed as she read her book that she had brought from home. She clearly didn't mind the dusty sheets and rotting walls on the room, nor did Pugsly. They even hung up some of their clothes and decor they brought with them. Wednesday managed to set up Pubert's crib perfectly so he could catch up on his naps.

"This is better than I thought it would be!" Pugsley couldn't help but to explore silently. He had returned to the room with several odd pipes in his hand.

"Don't you miss mother and father?" Wednesday asked, lightly lowering her book.

"Sure I do. But we gotta make the best of it here for the week until they get back. I found a lot cool stuff too! The pipes here are much rustier than the ones at home! But I managed.." He raised the small skinny pipes in his hands, feeling victorious. Wednesday smiled but before she could ask him what exactly he had done, they heard Olaf's booming voice again.

"Orrrrphaaaans!" The two turned their heads.

"He must be having some episode mom warned us about." Wednesday looked back at her book.

"He's still pretty funny! Let's go watch him act crazy as his mind suffers!" Pugsley quickly left the room and started making his way downstairs. Wednesday rolled her eyes and put her raven feather bookmark on her saved page and followed her brother, leaving Pubert to nap. Instead of finding a crazy old man, they found Olaf standing in the dining room holding a long piece of paper.

"I've got work for you to do.." He held it out to Pugsley since he was the closest. Before the plump boy could start reading it, Olaf grabbed a long dark coat.

"I'm going out, when I'm back, I will have my troupe with me! Stay out of our way!" He slammed the door on his way out. Wednesday made no comment and stared at the paper with her brother.

"Chores? He's giving us chores to do? How awful..What could be more suffering than chores?!" Pugsley said, depressed. But for the first time today, Wednesday smiled in genuine excitement.

"He knows how to torture us already..he really IS an Addams.." She too was beginning to like her kooky Uncle Knik Knak. That being said, Pugsley ditched his disappointed and joyfully joined his sister in the first set of chores.