Meanwhile, back in L.A….
"I've told you before Timmy, don't bolt down your food like that. Eat more slowly." Just then the phone rang at the Roberts household.
Mrs. Roberts picked it up, "Hello?" She listened to the voice on the other end for a moment.
"Dead!?" she gasped, horrified, "Oh please doctor, tell me, was it a very painful death?" She listened a moment further.
"Staked through the heart in the 1750's by a broken crossbow? Oh thank you doctor, thank you for your time." Mrs. Roberts hung up the phone and looked sadly at poor little Timmy.
"No one thinks about the family of a henchman," she mourned.
She sighed, and then brightened, "Eat up Timmy." Mrs. Roberts looked across at Timmy, his dear little vampire face, and morphed her own. Then she picked up her own dinner - a pizza delivery man, and bit down into his neck.