Author's Note: Thanks BroadwayWednesday for the review on the last chapter :)

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"Mother! Mother!" Wednesday ran inside the house after school, shouting frantically.

"What is it Wednesday, dear?" Morticia asked, wrapping her arms around the girl.

"Pugsley says I'm going to diiiiiee!" she hollered.

Pugsley met the eagle eye from his mother and shrugged, "She is."

"And why exactly is she going to die?" Morticia asked sharply.

"Because that's what happened to Great Uncle Fludge."

"Great Uncle Fludge?" Morticia raised an eyebrow at her son.

Pugsley nodded earnestly, "Yeah, remember? All his teeth fell out, and then his hair and his fingernails, and then everything else. And Wednesday's tooth is gonna fall out."

Morticia let out a small chuckle, "Pugsley, Fludge died because he drank too much chocolate milk, not because his teeth started falling out. Everybody loses their teeth, they just grow back."

"Oh," Pugsley looked around the room. "Where's father?"

It wasn't often he saw his mother without his father by her side.

"In the library with his trains," Morticia replied, as she kneeled in front of Wednesday. "Darling, which tooth is loose?"

Wednesday opened her mouth wide, wobbling one of her front teeth with her finger.

"Oh, and it's in such a nice location, you'll have a lovely gap between your teeth soon."

"I will?" Wednesday smiled at that.

Morticia nodded.

"Can we make it come out right now?"

Morticia held a finger to her mouth as she thought, "We could try and pull it out. I used to tie a piece of string around my teeth and slam a-"

She was cut off by a shout from the library.

"We'll talk later, darling," Morticia patted Wednesday on the head as she drifted quickly towards the sound.

Pugsley was leaning against the wall, looking a little stunned, while Gomez kneeled by him when Morticia arrived in the library.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Pugsley got hit by one of the trains as it flung off the tracks," Gomez explained.

"Are you alright darling?" Morticia asked, helping her son to his feet.

Pugsley nodded.

"Why didn't you duck?" Gomez wanted to know.

"I was thinking about something mother said," Pugsley replied, rubbing the back of his head where he'd hit the wall.

"Something I said?" Morticia looked confused.

The boy nodded, "You said that everybody loses their teeth. Only I don't remember ever losing my teeth."

Gomez let out a laugh, "Of course not son, you were so young!"

"I was?"

Morticia nodded, "You'd barely grown your first set in. Such a lovely set too- you had three pairs of canines."

"Uncle Fester had been teaching you how to use your first dynamite stick and you started sucking on it when Fester turned his back. Blew your teeth clean out!"

"And part of your tongue," Morticia added. "You had the most lovely forked tongue until it healed."

"Oh," Pugsley beamed. "I wish I still had a forked tongue. That'd be swell!"

Pugsley ran off to go and tell his new story to his sister. Gomez took the opportunity to take his wife into his arms.

"Ah cara, I remember that day so well," he told her. "But most of all, I remember the night."

"The night, dear?" Morticia asked, letting her husband kiss her before answering.

"As a reward, Mama and Fester took Pugsley to the fishing harbour to try and spot a sea monster. Lurch and Thing tagged along. It was the first time since Pugsley was born that we had the house to ourselves."

Morticia's eyes sparkled at the though, "Oh yes, I remember."

"In fact," Gomez said thoughtfully. "I think that was the last time we had the house completely to ourselves. Wednesday was born nine months later."

Morticia smiled, "We should find an excuse to get everyone out of the house again. That was a fun night, wasn't it?"

Gomez was about to answer when a loud bang came from upstairs, followed by an annoyed cry from one of the children. Gomez released his wife from his arms, and the pair headed upstairs.

Up in the attic, Wednesday sat in a chair in front of the trap door, holding her hand to her mouth as blood dripped out of it. Pugsley was crawling around on the floor, obviously in search of something. The trapdoor entrance opened, revealing Gomez's head.

"What's happened up here children?"

Wednesday tried to answer, but only managed to spray her father with blood. Gomez scrambled up through the trapdoor and pressed his handkerchief into his daughter's mouth. Morticia was now in the attack too.

"Pugsley, what happened?"

"Wednesday's tooth came out," he replied. "She'd tied her tooth to the trapdoor. When I came up to tell her my story I yanked the string and pulled it out. Only, the tooth went flying away somewhere."

Gomez started searching the floor with Pugsley, while Morticia tended to Wednesday's bleeding gum.

"Here it is!" Pugsley triumphantly held up a tiny object in the air.

Gomez shook his head when he examined, "No, that's one of Cousin Itt's."

The search resumed. Eventually it was Morticia who spotted it, laying right at Wednesday's feet, and handed it to the girl.

"There you are darling," she said. "We can put it on a chain for you if you like. Just be careful not to put it under your pillow, or a fairy might come- and you know how Homer hates fairies."

"Thank you mother."

"I have an idea," Gomez announced, his eyes wide with excitement. "Children, as a reward, why don't we see if Grandmama and Uncle Fester want to take you out to find a sea monster in the harbour?"

Wednesday and Pugsley nodded excitedly.

"Can Thing come?" Pugsley asked. "He's handy for holding the fishing line."

"Of course, and we'll get Lurch to drive you."

"Are you going to come?" Wednesday asked.

"Oh no," Morticia shook her head. "This is a special treat. Your father and I will stay at home and make sure everything is ready for your return- and make sure Aristotle doesn't mind sharing his tank if you manage to catch the sea monster."

"Good idea!" Pugsley replied enthusiastically. "Come on Wednesday, let's go ask Grandmama!"

The children now out of site, Morticia and Gomez turned to share a smile.

"Think it was a good idea to send them away?" Gomez asked.

"An excellent idea," Morticia replied. "Bubbeleh."