"Why am I in here again?"
"Because I need your help, Fester! I want to do something for Morticia, something special, but I don't know what! She should have the entire world, how can I even come close to giving her what she deserves?" Gomez exclaimed, brandishing his arms around as he paced back and forth in his room. "What do you think?" Fester glanced up from his comic book, frowning in confusion.
"Didn't you leave twenty-five vases of thorns in her room yesterday? Isn't that enough of a grand, romantic gesture for now?" Gomez stopped pacing and gave his brother a look of incomprehension. Fester rolled his eyes. "You don't want to scare her off."
"I know," Gomez conceded, "but I don't want her to think I don't care." Fester snorted while turning a page in his comic book, his eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she knows how you feel." Gomez's arms fell to his sides, and he collapsed back into his bed. Fester looked over at him as he stared up at the ceiling, before sighing in a long-suffering way and closing his comic book.
"What sort of something?" he asked reluctantly, and Gomez shot up into a sitting position.
"Something big," he said excitedly. "Something she'll remember forever."
"Do you know when her birthday is?" Fester asked, trying to stall while he thought.
"Friday." Fester looked at him and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"This Friday?" Gomez nodded, before his entire face lit up.
"Fester, you're a genius!" Fester smiled in a self-satisfied way, and opened his comic book again. "But what do I do?" Fester groaned and closed the comic book.
"I don't know! Take her to dinner or something." Gomez shook his head, frustrated.
"I've taken her out to dinner four times this week." He hesitated, struggling for the right words. "Something…more special."
"Then tell Lurch to make a cake, we'll have a party," Fester said dismissively. Gomez froze, before slowly turning to Fester, a grin growing on his face.
"Fester, you're a genius!"
"You said that already," Fester tried to interrupt, but Gomez wasn't listening anymore.
"I'll throw a party for her! I'll get the entire clan here, and there'll be dancing and music and-"
"Gomez!" Gomez's head snapped to face Fester. "What about Ophelia?" Gomez's face fell upon remembering his fiancée.
"Oh yeah. How do I get rid of her?" Fester opened his mouth, then closed it, unable to think of any suggestions. Suddenly, Gomez shot to his feet, startling Fester, and ran out of his room. Grumbling, Fester heaved himself to his feet and followed. He found his brother in a low conversation with Cousin Itt outside the den.
"Please, Cousin Itt? It would mean a lot to me," Gomez pleaded, and Itt hesitated for a moment before sighing and nodding. "Thanks, old man," Gomez said with a grin, and Itt waved him off before walking into the den. Fester walked up behind Gomez and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What was that about?" he asked. Gomez started violently and hurried to shush him.
"Shh, Fester!" he whispered vehemently. "Don't let her hear you." He tiptoed away from the den, dragging Fester along with him when he didn't follow right away. When there was no danger of their being heard, Gomez clapped a hand on Fester's shoulder and said brightly, "Well, that's taken care of. I'm gonna go talk to Lurch about setting up the ballroom, can you start calling around and inviting people?" Fester opened his mouth, but Gomez didn't give him the chance to say anything. "Thanks, I'll see you later."
"But who-?" But Gomez was already disappearing around a corner, leaving Fester staring after him, his mouth still half-open. After a moment, Fester shut his mouth and shrugged. He found a phone and started making calls, certain that everyone he called would come. He knew his family; none of them would ever turn down a good party. He just hoped Morticia wouldn't mind meeting the Addamses all at once.
A/N: I have returned from the dead to ask you to review. :)