Pugsley stared at the screen and cried when he saw her. "Mother!"
"Pugsley!" Mortica wept. "Puglsey, it's alright. I'm alright. I'm- " Satan cut her off and went up her arm with the knife, stopping at the collar-bone. It was the direction of which her husband often kissed her, she guessed it was just to add to the cruelty. Morticia bit down on her teeth.
"Hello, Pugsley." Satan smiled.
"You!" Pugsley yelled.
"You've met?" Morticia asked.
"He was the voice I heard. When I first saw Suzzane. Before you went missing..." Pugsley's voice trailed off.
"Yes, Tish. I indeed spoke to your son." Satan said. "Oh and Pugsley? I did not take your mother."
"Don't listen to him, Pugsley!" Morticia wept.
"You gave her to me." Satan let the words sink in for Pugsley.
"No... no, your lying. I would never..." Pugsley then remembered. Remembered how after his mother left all he thought about was Suzzane and how much he hated his life. He did not feel like himself. He felt as though he were slowly morphing into a role of a nameless character he had been playing in a sequence of movies. He remembered writing on a sheet of paper, crumbling it up and throwing it out the window. He attempted to remember what he had written on the paper.
"He's lying, Pugsley! It's not you fault! Where's your father?" Morticia asked him.
"Father's with grandmama. Grandmama's making..." he tried to come up with a believable lie. "Dinner. Dinner and Father is helping... her." Pugsley broke into tears. "I'm sorry, mother! I never wanted you gone. I love you, I promise. Please, we miss you. Pubert won't sleep anymore, father's having nightmares and not the good kind, Wednesday won't cut her dolls' heads off anymore. Please, forgive me. I never wanted this to happen. Not even for a second."
"Yes, you did." Satan explained. "Even if only for a second. And what you wrote on that paper proves it. Now be a good boy and get your father."
"Go, Puglsey. Go get him, please. And Pugsley, darling... I love you. And I forgive you. No matter what this monster says... I know you would never hurt me." At this, Pugsley ran and got Gomez. Gomez soon appeared and saw that Satan had kept his word. He saw his wife's new injuries and desperatley wanted to make them go away. Just to help her, touch her again even just see her in person for one minute would completely turn his world around.
"Tish, I'm sorry." Gomez said. "I want to see you again. The family misses you." Gomez tried desperatley to make her smile.
"I miss them too." Morticia wept.
"My darling," Gomez began. "Remember that time when we took that family vacation to Death Valley. And we got lost. Do you still remember what you did?"
"Yes, " Morticia smiled at the memory. "I built a fire. We sat around it and talked for hours. We helped the children build their tents and everyone went to sleep."
"Well, " Gomez eyed her with a fiery passion. "Almost everyone."
"Ugh, give me a break!" Satan yelled. "Both of you! Just say your goodbyes, I need to take dear Tish to meet someone."
"I love you, Gomez." She threw him a barely detectable, serious look that said, Remember what I told you. Find me.
"I love you too, cara mia." And he recieved the look. In return, he looked at her. The way he always did... with passion, love. The way nobody, he knew, would look at her for a long time. And the screen dissapeared.
"Who do I have left to meet?" Morticia asked.
"Someone you already know." He personally led her to a room with black walls, all of the lights were off. He pushed her in and locked the door. The lights turned on and she saw a woman nearly her height. The woman had blonde hair in a bob, was wearing a low cut, sleeveless dress that looked like the one she wore the first time Morticia saw her. Only it was fire red with matching heels. She had blue eyes and her nails were painted white.
Morticia was in disbelief. "Debbie."
Meanwhile, Pugsley was completely heartbroken. He was respinsible for everything. It was his fault. He gave his mother to the devil. Wednesday ran into the living room where he and the rest of the family were apart from Gomez and Máma. "I found something outside!" She said.
"What is it?" Fester asked.
"A crumbled up peice of paper." Wednesday said. "It says, It is inside of me. I want her gone. She must go. She must die. So she can kill me. I must die. No more, no more. Run through the holes, thirteen mice. Run. Run. No more mom. Chew her up and spit her out only to kill me. I am a demon. I am a demon. Satan's little helper." That even frightened Wednesday. The girl who is not even afraid of nuclear war. "And Pugsley, " she looked at him with fearful eyes. "this is your handwriting."
Pugley burst into tears. "I gave her away! It's all my fault! I'm sorry, Wednesday, Pubert! I never meant for this to happen but in some twisted way I gave her to Satan! I gave up my mother!"
As the family tried to console Pugsley, Máma was making a spell to enchant the mirror. "Gomez, I'm glad you came directly to me. If there's one person in this family who knows black magic, it's me. And Morticia but she isn't available at present." She watched the cauldron bubbled a deep shade of green. "Green? It's supposed to be purple! Gomez, hand me that rabbit's foot."
"Here." Gomez handed her the foot. Máma put it into the cauldron.
"Now it's magenta. Alright, hand me the lizard's tounge." Gomez handed her the tounge.
"Máma, are you sure you know what your doing?" The potion turned violet.
"Not really, " Máma said. She then came to a rather frustrating realization. "but I do know one thing. This potion needs something very special. And we don't have it."
"What is it?" Gomez asked.
"The heart of a bear."