Some twenty minutes after aforementioned events, all of the characters in this aimless fiction were sitting in the library, thinking for a way to make Dracula evil again. Of course, vampires are stupid, Gabriel and Anna are brainless hunters, Jinette is really an American football fan with a smoking problem and the IQ of a chipmunk, and Carl had inhaled to much hairspray, so this whole 'thinking' process was taking a long time.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
The group had assembled into a conga line.
"Ready?" Gabriel, who was at the front, called. "Left leg first! One, two, three!"
The line skipped off, but it was quickly broken by Jinette, who began to hit Dracula over the head with his handbag, screaming, "LEFT leg first, Transylvanian eejit- LEFT leg!"
"Calm down, Jin," Carl said, flying over and lifting the Cardinal up using his Supercarl strength.
"Carl's a superhero now," Jinette grinned, as Carl carried him to the window and tossed him out. They heard a girly scream and a thud.
"Wow," Carl muttered, looking down with a partially interested expression on his face, "a man in a skirt should really not land in that position..."
Marishka ran to Carl and slipped her arms around his waist. "Carl! You're sexy! Come to Transylvania with us and be evil!"
"Hey," Gabriel said, affronted. "If you're planning on finding a sexy evil prince, why are you babes picking him over me?"
Aleera rolled her eyes. "He's got brains and brawn. And everyone knows your brawn is really bubble wrap under your jumper."
Gabriel burst into tears. He leaned forward to rest his head in his lap, and they all heard a loud 'pop'.