PART 11

Written by Carycomic

With permission and blessings from Ordinaryguy2

1313 MOCKINGBIRD HEIGHTS
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA (1977)

"Hi, Grandpa!" Eddie Munster called out, as he descended the cellar steps to his maternal grandfather's lab.

"Eddie, m'boy! You're back, already?"

"Yep! Uncle Gilbert had the electric eels ready and waiting, as soon as he saw Spot looking for a place to land."

"Excellent! Just put them in the aquarium, until I'm ready."

Eddie did as instructed, being careful to put on rubber gloves before opening the insulated box.

"So, what are you planning to do, again?"

"Well, as I told you before. That cyborg your brother-in-law found has the ability to inject any living
thing with strange microscopic robots that it calls 'nanites.' These nanites can then turn their host into a hive-minded organism, like bees or wasps. What I plan to do is short-circuit its original programming, and make it more amiable. Like your Pop!"

As if on cue, Herman Munster now descended the stairs.

"Oh, goody! The gang's all here. Ready whenever you are, Grandpa."

"Just lie down and strap yourself in, Herman. I'm just about finished hooking up Herkimer."

"Herkimer?" chorused Eddie and his father, in unison.

"Yeah! I named him after a gargoyle I used to play poker with in St. Petersburg. A real...stone face. Heeheehahaha!"

Seeing that he was the only one who found that funny, Sam Dracula muttered something about everyone being critics, before turning to Herman's slab. The latter smiled as he helped his father-in-law connect the cables to the electrodes on his neck. After which, the vampiric scientist gave his grandson a pair of copper wires. And, at the end of each wire was a fishhook containing a very smelly sardine.

"Tie each of these to the cable hanging over the aquarium. But, don't drop the hooks into the water, until I say 'now!' I don't know how long the sardines will stay attached before the eels burn off the glue."

Eddie nodded his understanding. A few moments later, after confirming that all the connections between Herman and Herkimer were secure, Sam Dracula exclaimed:

"Now!"

The electric eels instantly attacked the sardines, which instantly sent a current up through the copper wires into the main cable. This, in turn, made every light in the house flicker on and off. But, without causing a power drain in the surrounding houses that might lead to awkward questions being asked by the local utility company.

After five minutes of this, the electric eels were finally able to withdraw the sardines from the hooks. Whereupon, the lights stopped flickering.

"Did it work, Grandpa?" asked Eddie.

"Only one way to find out. How do you feel, Herkimer?"

The Borg drone (formerly known as "5 of 6") sat up and replied:

"I feel like a million...volts. A-haw-haw-haw-haw-haw!"

"Well, what do you know?" said Herman: "He has my sense of humor!"

"Eh!" replied his father-in-law, with a shrug: "Nothing is perfect."

PART 2

MEANWHILE, ABOVE LAKE MICHIGAN, ON A PARALLEL-EARTH...

Boris Badenov yelled into the microphone, ordering the forward gunners to fire the shrinker beam, once again. But, when the Multi-Men directly in front of it heard this, they receded left and right, like a living curtain. This, in turn, gave the giant Fluid Man a clear shot. A high-pressure stream of water "whooshed" from his right index finger and through the open gun port.

This had the double effect of knocking the Potsylvanian airmen flat on their dupas, while simultaneously short-circuiting all the electrical components in the shrinker beam.

"WELL?" demanded Fluey: "HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH?"

"Glub! Glub! Y--glub!--Yes!" yelled the battery sergeant: "We--glub!--surrender!"

Whereupon, the Multies used the open gun port to board the dirigible, and subdue the rest of the crew. By the time they reached the bridge, they saw that Coil Man had disentangled himself from the propellers and ensnared Boris and Natasha.

"Good work, Coiley! Now, to get this blimp to Chicago."

"WAY OF AHEAD OF YOU, FELLAS," thundered Fluey.

Consequently, he remained giant-sized until he had pushed the dirigible to within one mile of the Windy City. He then used high-pressure streams of water to get the propellers going again, before returning the remainder of the lake water he'd absorbed back to its rightful source.

His fellow Impossibles made sure that the dirigible touched down within a certain ring of police cars at O'Hare International Airport.

"Congratulations, guys!" exclaimed Col. Trevor, stepping forward: "But, where are Wonder Woman and Senator Kinsey?"

"Right here, sir," replied Fluid Man. He then presented the shrunken jetliner and its unwilling passengers (minus Nick Knight, who had returned to the avionics bay).

"What...? How...? stammered the IADC veteran, upon seeing a three-inch tall Wonder Woman wave up at him.

"They were shrunk by some kind of laser beam, sir. Unfortunately, when it was fired at me, I thought it was an ordinary death ray and fried its circuits!"

"Oh, great! Does that mean they're all stuck at this size, forever?"

"Forgive me for eavesdropping," said a voice from above: "But, maybe I can give you hand with your--haw! haw! haw!--little problem."

Everyone looked skyward, and gasped. After a whole day of strange things and events, this definitely had to be the strangest sight, yet.

They saw what resembled an armor-plated Frankenstein monster riding atop a flying dragon.

tbc

A gentle reminder, dear readers: The first half of the chapter takes place on the parallel-Earth where Pugsley Addams had married Tabitha Stevens. And, where his sister Wednesday had married Eddie Munster. Hence, it is literally a different world from the one in which Herman Munster and Gomez Addams are merely golf buddies. And, the electrotherapy conducted by Sam "Grandpa" Dracula was Pugsley's idea.

Eddie's Uncle Gilbert (who is, presumably, one of Lily Munster's numerous brothers-in-law) is none other than the Creature from the Black Lagoon. And, the gargoyle referenced by Grandpa is a nod to the noirish Disney series about winged defenders of the night who spend their days--quite literally--petrified.