Okay, so I gave you the lowdown that Fester is Gordon, Dr. Greta Pinder-Schloss is Abigail Craven's disguise, and Anneleise Pinder-Schloss is Caitlynne's disguise. I did not spell Caitlynne or Anneleise wrong. I'll only use the aliases when Abigail and Caitlynne are with the Addams crew. With Tully or alone is a different story so… enjoy!

CH3: An Impostor? Rubbish!

"Mon cher, go speak with Fester," Morticia said, "He's outside the door."

"THAT IS NOT FESTER! THAT IS AN IMPOSTOR," Gomez screamed. Anneleise looked at Gomez as if he had just escaped from an asylum. Dr. Pinder-Schloss looked frightened. Anneleise got up and slapped Gomez in the face.

"Mr. Addams, control yourself," Anneleise commanded, "Get a grip on yourself. Mein Gott!"

"What you are feeling is displacement," Dr. Pinder-Schloss lied, "Do you vant me to explain vhy?"

"Is the explanation unpleasant," Gomez asked.

"Deeply," Anneleise said, "Fester has been gone for so long. You have gotten used to being alone without him, and you displaced him."

"The feelings in your head," Dr. Pinder-Schloss added, "they bubble and collide while telling you to displace Fester. You love him, but you hate him at the same time. Love/hate, hate/love. Like for mama, no?"

"I didn't hate my mother," Gomez said, "It was an accident."

"It's a very common psychosis we've seen it every day," Dr. Pinder-Schloss said, "But that is your brother out there. That is Fester. You love him. And you hate him."

"You're right," Gomez said, "And here I thought it was Fester. He's sullen, I love him, but I hate him. By God you're right. That is Fester!"

"Thank you Dr. and Anneleise," Morticia said.

"Ve do vat ve can," Anneleise said, "And please call us Greta and Anna." Gordon was upstairs with the children, Wednesday and Pugsley, acting as Fester. They were looking through a book with wounds, gashes, and gouges.

"Look children," Fester said happily, "A new chapter."

"Scabs," the three said, smiling. Fester took the children out to play with dynamite. Fester let one fire. He didn't know Abigail and Caitlynne were watching from the real Fester's bedroom window.

"Playing with those hideous children, mother," Caitlynne said with disgust, "It annoys me that he isn't looking for the vault."

"I know, sweetheart, I know," Abigail said, "Why doesn't he listen to me? I used to favor him just as much as you. Now I show my clear favoritism to you, Caitlynne. I know somehow, you'll find that damn vault. Gordon will not go to that play tonight. I don't know what I'd do if he does." Gordon suddenly came in the room.

"I'm going to the children's play tonight," Gordon said, happily, "It's going to be fun!"

"Fun," Caitlynne screamed.

"Fun? Is that what we're here for, is fun," Abigail flared as she slapped Gordon in the face.

"Mother," Caitlynne flared back, "What the hell has gotten into you?" Abigail slapped her in a quick second. Abigail kissed both of her children.

"You see what they've driven me to," she said starting to cry a little, "Raising a hand to my own children. You two are my reason for living. Now, Gordon you cannot go to that play tonight."

"But Tully will be there," Gordon said.

"So will his wife, Margaret, you cannot go," Caitlynne said.

"You will not go, or else," Abigail said as she sat down on the bed. She put both children's heads to lay on her chest.

"Can you hear it, my treasures," Abigail said, "My heart beating. It beats only for you two. Listen closely it says, 'Gordon and Caitlynne, I love you, find the vault.'"

"I can hear it," Caitlynne said.

"As do I," said Gordon. He stayed kneeling on the ground. Caitlynne brought herself on the bed and rested her head on Abigail's shoulder.

"Soon, we'll have the money," Abigail explained, "And we'll be far from here. Loving mother."

"Appreciative daughter," Caitlynne added.

"Grateful son," Abigail and Caitlynne said at the same time, "Understood?" Gordon nodded reluctantly. He decided to disobey his mother and sister's words and go to the play instead. He knew what the consequences would be.

Mother might have Caitlynne knock some sense into me. Gordon thought to himself after Abigail and Caitlynne left. But I really think I fit into this odd family. What do I care? I made a promise to the children that I'd be there at the play for them.