Okay, this story might not be as good as that one. I think it might suck. I liked the first one better. That one had PIZZAZZ! This one has not as much PIZZAZZ!
CH2: French Maniacs
Anna's POV:
Okay, so, I'm supposed to be retired. I'm 66-years-old. Abigail should be retired, too. She's 70. Caitlynne can already have a job. But my niece trying to baby-sit three freaks? Yeah, right. She can't do it alone.
"So, what's your plan, Catty," Abigail asked.
"It's simple," Caitlynne said, "We act as French maniacs. Celeste is me, Juliette would be Aunt Anna, and Hyacinthe would be Mother."
"This better work," Abigail muttered.
"It will," Caitlynne said. I realized that Caitlynne's plans the first time failed. She had a hopeful look on her face. I knew what Caitlynne was up to.
"So, you expect us to be French," I asked.
"Oui je le fais," Caitlynne said in French, "We might need Deale for this scheme. We'll need an extra set of hands on a daily basis. And, she knows a lot more French than I do."
Caitlynne's POV:
Okay, so, my French isn't the best or the worst. I need a little help with it. Knowing the Addams family, Deale would be a huge help to us.
"I'll call Danielle up then, I guess," Aunt Anna said. Aunt Anna went to call Danielle. She was at our best friend's house.
"Catty," Mother said to me, "If this plan winds up putting us in jail, I'll kill you."
"I know," I replied. I knew she wouldn't actually kill me, but she'd be super mad at me. Mother knew she meant the world to me, and it's my job to make her happy. Aunt Anna was on the phone with Deale. I was relieved to know that she'd be coming to help us out.
"Danielle is coming," Aunt Anna said. Deale was Aunt Anna's only grandchild. Now, she's Aunt Anna's adopted daughter. Danielle came about five minutes later.
Danielle's POV:
"DEALE," Caitlynne screamed out my name as she ran to hug me.
"Hey, Catty," I said as I hugged my favorite cousin back, "Where's Gordon?"
"Apparently he's now become Fester Addams for the last two years," Mother said.
"What? How," I asked.
"You remember how Caitlynne and I were in the correctional facility for two years, right," Aunt Abigail said, " It was all Gordon's fault. He told me I was a terrible mother. After I've done everything for him. He goes and tries to kill us both. He killed our partner in crime, Tully Alford. We're probably next."
"Oh, God," I said, "I had no idea. I'm so sorry, Aunt Abigail."
"There's no reason to be sorry, Deale," Caitlynne said, "If you want to help us, then you have to act French. Your French name would be Charlayne. Mine is Celeste, Mother's is Hyacinthe, and Aunt Anna's is Juliette."
"Okay, then," I said.
"Deale, would you like to be the floater," Aunt Abigail asked, "You'll get a three-day rotation schedule between the three of us."
"Can Caitlynne? She knows where the vault is," I answered.
"Oh, yeah. I do," Caitlynne said, "I know what lever to pull, the route to the vault, the combo, and the liquor bottle."
"Alright, Caitlynne's the floater, now," Mother said blankly.
Tomorrow's the interview. I said to myself. I bet we can persuade the Addams's to give us the jobs. We'll get them. I know we will. This plan can't possibly fail. It can't. It won't. The same devious smile spread across all our thin lips.