Harry was ready to leave for work when Carol walked into the kitchen. "Daddy, I'm so glad you're still here. I have to talk to you."
Harry sighed and sat down at the table with her. "What is it, dear?"
"I can't stand those people in our house!" She exclaimed. "I was up nearly all of last night."
"Scotty again?" Harry asked, unaure of what this had to do with their guests.
"No. I was sitting in my bed and was about to fall into a slumber. When all of the sudden, bang! Bang, bang!" Carol soon became very animated. "Against the wall all night."
"And how do you know it was them?"
"Because the first time I went to see if everything was alright. And I looked throught the small peephole in their room and Daddy, I didn't like what I saw." Carol said.
Harry soon got a rather disturbed look on his face. "I... I see, dear."
"It finally stopped at four in the morning."
Morticia soon came downstairs in her black, silk nightgown. "Thank you so much for letting us stay for the night."
Harry, still having not recovered from Carol's story, attempted to mantain his composure. "Oh, it was no trouble at all."
"You're too kind." Morticia paused. "How was your night, Carol?"
"Awful." Carol put her head in her hands. It was one thing, watching a movie. It was another, when they showed up at their house.
"Splendid." Morticia took this as a posotive statement.
"What?" Carol half-whispered as she slowly brought her head up.
Gomez soon came into the kitchen through the back door in his outfit of the day. He looked very... sawshbuckling with a dark twist.
"Oh, mon cher. I was looking for you." Morticia told him.
"Good morning, my dearest." He kissed her hand. "Oh, Tish, I have news about the car."
"Is it fixed?" Carol asked excitedly."No." Gomez said. "I looked at it and it turns out, there's a bullet hole in our tire."
"A bullet hole?" Harry asked.
"Indeed." Gomez replied.
"A bullet hole." Harry laughed nervously. "A bullet hole- Barbra!" Harry yelled.
Barbra then ran downstairs. "Yea, Daddy?"
"Barbra, there is a bullet hole in their tire." Harry said. "Any explaination?"
"How do you know it was me?" Barbra asked defensively.
"Let's see who in this house owns a gun. The caterer, the doctor or the police officer?" Harry asked, upset.
"Okay, but I can explain. See, I had just gotten home from a car chase and then I saw their car. In the dark, it looked a lot like the one we were chasing, so I shot the tire and walked inside. I got ready for bed and I figured we'd take them down to the station but when I came down, I found you and we started talking and then they showed up at our door."
"I see." Morticia said and eyed Barbra up and down.
"But, I mean it all worked out for the best, at least you weren't arrested." Barbra told them.
"Barbra!" Harry was exasperated. "Appologize to these people right now."
"Sorry I shot your car." Barbra sighed.
"You know, Barbra?" Morticia began. "You have respectable aim."
"Really?" Barbra asked.
"Yes, you're our kind of people!" Gomez laughed.
"Would anyone like tea?" Morticia asked.
"That's very nice of you, but I have to go to work." Harry walked out the door, leaving it open.
"Drive recklessly, Harry!" Morticia called after him. "Carol?"
"Yes, thank you." Carol said.
"Alright." Morticia began making the tea in the back of their kitchen. "Cream, sugar, or cyanide?" She asked.
Harry arrived at the office and was greeted by Laverne, as usual. "You're late." Laverne said to him.
"I know, Laverne. I had a very busy morning with the Addams Family." Harry explained.
"No, I mean later than usual- the Addams Family?" Laverne was concerned Harry had lost his marbles. "Doctor, have you just lost your mind?"
"No, Laverne. Last night, Barbra shot a hole in their car and they knocked on our door asking for shelter. They knew the actors and it was all very confusing but-"
"But nothin', doctor, these people are just pullin' your leg." Laverne told him.
"Laverne, would people pulling a prank have gone as far as to have a car exactly like theirs, keep poison in their pockets to put in their tea, bring torture devices into a guestroom or make love in the room that shared a wall with Carol's?" Harry asked, fed up.
"They did all that?" Laverne asked.
"Yes. But, I do feel bad that Barbra shot their car. Well, I will tell you one thing, it's coming out of her paycheck." Harry said.
"Barbra shot their car?"
"Yea, now they can't go anywhere. And I'm not making them pay for a hotel. So their staying with me until their car gets fixed." Harry explained.
"Can't they just get a new tire?" Laverne asked.
"No, it has to match the rest of their car, it can't look awkward."
"This is the Addams Family we're talking about, doctor, not the Brady Bunch!" Laverne exclaimed.
"Laverne! The point is, that their tire is going to take a week to get."
"Look, doctor." Laverne decided to get her head on straight. "These people still might be pullin' your leg, I mean-"
Just then, Wednesday and Pugsley walked into the office.
"Oh, Lordie." Laverne was speechless.
"Hello, Harry." Wednesday spoke in monotone, as usual.
"Hi, kids. Everything alright?" Harry asked.
"Can we have some of your tools?" Pugsley questioned the doctor.
"Why?" Harry begun to grow, slightly worried.
"We're bored." He answered.
"Yes, we were hoping to use your basement as a playroom. It's very damp, and dark. A perfect place to hide someone." Wednesday eyed her brother.
"Kids, I need my tools right now. Don't you have any toys, like a doll or a baseball?" Harry asked, hoping to bring a sense of normality into the conversation.
"Doctor, we're not sick." Wednesday said. "But if you have a bat, I could use it for... other purposes." The girl rarely took her eyes off of Pugsley.
"Kids, you run along and go home now." Laverne told them.
"Fine, but can we at least use your crawlspace in the basement?" Wednesday asked.
"Would your parents really want you doing that?" Harry figured he knew the answer, but in case he didn't, asked anyway.
"They were the ones who sent us here." said Pugsley.
"Okay, kids, have fun!" Laverne said abrubtly. "If you yougnin's ain't sick, go home and play." And the two children walked out.
"Doctor, get out of town." Laverne said, expressionless, yet in a whisper
"Don't be ridiculous." Harry said.
"I'm serious, doctor! These people are crazy, they could kill you just by lookin' at ya."
"Laverne, that's insane. They've looked at me plenty of times and they haven't killed me yet."
"Yet, Dr. Weston, yet."
It was late and Barbra had arrived home from work. She went to the basement to do her laundry. As she walked down the flight of stairs, she heard laughter... maniacal, laughter. She walked in to find Pugsley in an electric chair with Wednesday connecting cords to it.
"Wednesday, what are you doing? Why is it taking so long?" asked Pugsley.
"We've been over this one hundred times." Wednesday said. "I'm warming it up."
"But why?" Pugsley persisted.
"So it can kill you." Wednesday replied.
"D-Daddy!" Barbra shreiked.
"Barbra?" Harry called as he ran to see what was the matter. "Barbra, what's wrong-" He then saw Pugsley getting electrocuted. "Oh my God, Carol! Someone," He screamed again.
Just then, Gomez and Morticia came down. "We heard screaming." Morticia said. "We were hoping something was wrong."
"Something is wrong, something is very wrong." Harry told her.
"What is it?" Gomez questioned. "Everything seems in order."
"Pugsley, you're supposed to struggle, dear!" Morticia called gently. She then turned to Harry. "Thank you, Harry. Thank you for being so helpful." And then the couple walked up the stairs, with Harry and Barbra in toe.