Wednesday and Pugsley walked into the dining room together, a very impatient Wednesday having had to pull Pugsley out of the ground to get him to go inside for lunch. They had been playing all morning, at Pugsley's request, but Wednesday wanted to hear the rest of her parents' story and wasn't willing to wait any longer.
"Children, I haven't seen you all day! Where have you been hiding yourselves?" Morticia asked them with a smile. She, Gomez, Fester, and Grandmama were all sitting at the table, and all four of them had almost full plates in front of them.
"I was burrowing a new tunnel," Pugsley said simply before he sat down.
"And I was trying to seal him in," Wednesday continued menacingly, and sat down next to her brother.
Their parents smiled at each other. "Our children," Gomez said proudly. "So productive."
"Mother, Father," Wednesday began suddenly, "could you tell us the rest of the story about how you two met?"
"Have you changed the bat-box, put away the maces and cobwebbed your room?" her mother asked. They had, in fact, not done any of those things, but Wednesday kicked her brother, hard, and sent him a heated glare that promised severe punishment if he didn't say yes.
He gulped. "Yes, Mother," they both answered. Morticia smiled at them, and they both knew she saw right through them, but she turned to Gomez anyway.
"Gomez?" she prompted.
"Sure, why not," he answered with a grin.
"Well, your father and Ophelia's wedding day was drawing near," Morticia began, and Gomez finished her thought.
"So, we knew we had to think of something fast."
A/N: And so part two begins! Please review :)