Carol lied awake in bed, praying to God in Heaven that she would get a good-night's sleep. And it seemed as though she would... until Harry burst in. "Carol, whats going on in our house is crazy. I thought you, of all people, might understand."

"Thank you, Daddy." Carol smiled, not even hinting that his words were a tad insulting.

"Carol, I was talking to Laverne today. And she said to get out of town. I know, crazy but-"

"Perfect, Daddy. I'll help you pack." Carol said abrubtly and was about to hop out of her bed.

Just then, Harry gently grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "No, sweetheart. We aren't going to get out of town. It's just, it's all too much for me."

"I know. But at least they only electrocute eachother."

Wednesday then walked in. "I'm sorry to disturb you." She said, expressionless and emotionless. "But Pugsley's not falling asleep. So is Barbra awake?"

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because, poisioning Pugsley isn't fun if he's awake. Neither is electrocuting him. And he always survives." Wednesday sighed.

"Yes." Harry and Carol said in unison.

"Well, goodnight, Wednesday." Carol said.

"Are you sure Barbra's awake?" Wednesday eyed them suspiciously.

"Yes." Harry and Carol replied.

"Alright." And Wednesday walked out.

"Now that I think about it, getting out of town isn't a bad idea." Harry confessed.

"Good." Carol lept out of bed.

"Wait." Harry said, after breifly thinking it over. "Look, it's ridiculous to leave our own home over this. It's just the Addams family."

"Daddy, that's like saying 'it's ridiculous to flee Japan, it's only Godzilla.'" Carol said.

"Look, we can just tell them that they have to leave because it's just not working out."

"Agreed."

So, the next day came and before it was time for Harry to leave for work, he found Gomez and Morticia, sitting on the couch. "Hi, do you mind if we have a talk?" Harry asked.

"Not at all, go right ahead, old man!" Gomez replied.

"Good. So, I-" Harry was cut off by Morticia, putting a hand to her stomach and slightly wincing in pain.

Gomez held her hand and put his arm around her.

"Hey, are you okay?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes, Harry. Thank you. It was just a slight contraction." Morticia told him, the pain seemed to have subsided.

"Oh, that's fine, then- contraction?" Harry was flabberghasted.

"Yes, she's been having quite a rough pregnancy." Gomez sighed and kissed his wife's hand.

"Pregnancy? She's pregnant?" Harry was sweating.

"Quite." Morticia said.

"How, how far along are you?"

"Oh, about eight months." Morticia told him.

"Eight months?" Harry eyed her stomach. She barely even looked pregnant. She had a perfect figure. Her stomach looked like it had a slight bump and nothing more. "Excuse me but you don't look... pregnant." Harry gulped.

"Why thank you, Harry." Morticia smiled. "Yes, I was a bit larger with Pugsley."

"Uh-huh. Why didn't you say anything?" Harry asked.

"We didn't want you to feel compelled to make us feel comfortable, we didn't want to disturb you too much." Gomez said.

"Well, I feel compelled now." Harry told them. "Morticia? Can I get you anything, like a pillow or tea or coffe?" Harry asked her.

"Oh, no thank you, Harry. I'm quite-" Another contraction had hit her. "Alright."

"Tish, maybe you should let him get you a pillow." Gomez urged.

"Alright, darling." Morticia nodded and rested her head on his shoulder.

Harry then got her a pillow and Gomez situated it behind her back.

"Harry, I appreciate this but you really should be getting to work." Morticia told him.

"Are you sure you don't need anything?" Harry asked.

"I assure you, if my wife needs anything, I'll be right here." Gomez said.

"Alright. Well, help yourself to anything you want. My house is your house." Harry said abrubtly and rished put the door. When the door did finally close, he banged his head against the side of his house. "Ugh!" He yelled, frustrated at life. He then drove to work and Laverne greeted him.

"Doctor, you're-"

"Late, Laverne. I know." Harry asighed and hung up his coat.

"And what if I was gonna say, 'doctor, you're early'?" Laverne asked.

"Laverne, I see the clock on the wall. I'm five minutes late."

"Who put a wrench in your underwear?" Laverne noticed his attitude.

"I'm sorry, Laverne. We were planning to tell them that it wasn't working out but we can't now because Morticia's pregnant." Harry put his head in his hands.

"You mean to tell me that she got pregnant at your house?"

"No, Laverne. She's eight months along." Harry said.

Maxine entered. "Who? Barbra?" She aksed.

"No, Morticia." Harry replied, forgetting he never told her about his guests.

"Morticia? You mean that lady from that show about the creepy white people?" Mazine asked, laughing slightly at herself.

"That's the one." Laverne chimed in.

"How do you know?" Maxine asked Harry. "Are you personal friends?"

"Well, she, her husband and her children are al, staying at my house." Harry said.

Maxine laughed histarically. "Doctor, you better lay off the pain pills, they're startin' to make you crazy."

"No, it's true." Laverne told her.

"You mean you actually believe him?" Maxine asked her.

"Yes. Back in Hickory, there was this boy." As Laverne spoke Maxine and Harry sighed. But Laverne ignored them. "And he would always tell the most outrageous stories about his brothers and sisters. And he lied and said they was turtles. So one day, we all got together-"

"We?" Harry asked, afraid of the answer.

"Ya know, me and all the kids at school. Well, anyways, we all got together and went over to his farm. And we told his parents about his crazy stories and do you know what they showed us?"

"Turtles?" Maxine asked.

"Turtles."

Maxine rolled her eyes. "I did not see that coming." She said sarcastically. She sighed. "What's your point?"

"My point is, that's what made me realize you don't have to see somethin' to believe it." Laverne told her.

"Sure." At this, Maxine called a patient and led them down the hall. Meanwhile, Harry felt as though he nedded his own doctor.

Carol stood by the table, drinking her tea and walked into the living room to find, reading on the couch next to her husband. "Morticia, hi. Can I get you anything?" She asked her.

"Don't worry, Carol. I just had some spider-legs tea. I should be alright." Morticia said. As she said this, Carol pulled a long, fuzzy leg out of her cup. She gagged and put it down.

"Spider-legs?" She got a disturbed look on her face. "Alright, well, if you need anything, let myself or my sister know." She quickly walked back into the kitchen and began to make herself a fresh cup of herbal tea. "Wait, " she said to herself. "If she's pregnant, then what was all of that banging?" After contemplating this, she went back to making her tea amd Charlie walked in at the same time Barbra did.

"Last night was okay. But the night before was amazing." Charlie said, not waiting for a "How are you?" to respond to. He shook his head happily. "I took her straight home."

Carol's head popped up. "Who's home?" She asked.

Charlie sighed and knew he was caught. "My house was being fumigated!" He whined.

"Charlie!" Carol was disgusted.

"You took her here?" Barbra asked.

"Can't you keep your hands off women for one night?" Carol asked.

"What fun would that be?" Asked Charlie. He shook his head. "Barbra, can you toss me a beer?" He asked her.

Barba did this and it hit Charlie right in the head, knocking him onto the floor. "Charlie!" Barbra yelled. He got up after a few minutes and wobbled over to the kitchen table and sat down.

"Charlie?" Carol asked.

"Yes, Carol?" Charlie was slowly recovering.

"Why didn't you asked me to toss you the beer?"

"Carol!" Barbra yelled.

Charlie looked out of the door that was held open by a door-stopper and his eyes squinted. "Am I dead? Am I in Hell?" He asked.

"Why?" Barbra asked him.

"Because, " Harry soon walked into the living room, followed by Carol and Barbra. "I see a really sexy ghost." He eyed Morticia. Gomez was upstairs, checking on the children.

Morticia looked up from her book and set it down. "May I help you?" She asked, politely.

"Yes, you may." He sat on the couch next to her. "Hi, I'm Charlie." He shook her hand.

"I'm Morticia." Morticia replied. "How do you know the Weston's?" She asked.

"I'm their neighbor." Charlie explained.

"I see." Morticia said.

"So, what are you in for?" Charlie asked.

"I was planninng to catch a hurricaine." Morticia figured he meant to ask her why she was in Miami.

"I'm gonna score in heell." Charlie sang to himself in a whisper.

"Charlie, you are not in hell!" Carol yelled at him.

"Then how do you explain the ghost?" Charlie gestured to Morticia.

"Why, thank you. But I'm not a ghost yet." Morticia informed him.

"Oh, is that something you have to work towards? Is it like the hell version of earning your wings?" Charlie asked.

Gomez soon walked downstairs and stood next to Morticia. "Hello. I don't believe we'be met." He shook Charlie's hand. "I'm Gomez Addams, and have you met my lovely wife?" He asked.

"Oh, she's your wife? Then yes, I've met her." Charlie said, not at all looking defeated.

"Wonderful. And has she told you the wonderful news?" Gomez asked, slightly jealous.

"No." Charlie responded.

"She's pregnant." Gomez said.

Charlie got up. "Oh, congratulations." He said. "Um, if you'll excuse me." Before he walked out, he passed by Carol and Barbra. "Pregnant, this really is hell."