Author's Note: This chapter is where we start getting musical based- I wasn't sure what to do with Pugsley, since I love him being the older brother, but he's a good little brother in the musical, so I've just left him as he is and I may make some slight alterations later. Anyway, hope you enjoy. I know this is short, but it sort of leads into the beginning of the musical. I've decided to leave alone the script itself and write sort of around it

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, the Addams Family in any of it's forms

"Wednesday's been acting strangely lately, have you noticed?" Gomez asked, leaning against a table in the conservatory.

Morticia let her shears snap close over the tip of a rose stem before answering, "No, I haven't darling. What's she been doing?"

Gomez took a deep breath, "Smiling."

"What?" Morticia looked up sharply.

He nodded, "I caught her the other day, she was staring out the window and smiling."

"Was it raining?"

"No."

"Was there a blizzard?"

"No."

"Hurricane? Lightning? Funeral procession?"

Gomez shook his head, "Nothing! And trust me, I went running over to the window as soon as I saw her, and all that was there was a couple of teenagers."

"Were they smoking? Drinking? Any dangerous behavior?" Morticia was beginning to panic.

"They were walking a dog!" her husband shouted, throwing his arms into the air.

Morticia quickly sat down on the table, pressing her hand to her forehead, "Oh dear, something's terribly wrong."

"One of us should talk to her."

Morticia took her husband's hand in her own and nodded bravely, "I'll do it, darling."

"Oh, Cara Mia, do you want me to come with you?"

"No, darling, you stay here. Perhaps this is something a girl only want to share with her mother

Morticia gently tapped on the wood of her daughter's bedroom door before pushing it open and entering. Wednesday was sitting at her desk, prodding a frog with a scalpel.

"Hello mother," she greeted without looking up.

"What are you doing?"

"Examining this frog to see how it died."

"Oh," Morticia sat on the nearby bed and peered over. "Have you found your answer?"

"It appears to have been squeezed," Wednesday replied, tapping the scalpel to the desk. "It's guts are over there."

"Lovely," Morticia paused. "Incidentally, what would you like for dinner?"

"That'll do," Wednesday replied. "Was that what you came in here for?"

"No," Morticia replied. "Your father and I are concerned about you, darling. He saw you smiling out the window."

"Oh, that," Wednesday shrugged. "Don't worry about me, mother."

"Why were you smiling, Wednesday?"

"I was thinking about Lucas."

"Lucas?"

"Lucas. He's this boy I met in the park a while ago, my pigeon landed in front of him and I had to go get it."

"Is this an important boy?" Morticia asked cautiously.

Wednesday nodded, "I think so."

Morticia leaned back against the bed head and gave her daughter an encouraging smile, "Tell me about him."

"He's wonderful mother," Wednesday informed her. "He's a poet. He moved here to study it at college."

"Where's he from originally?"

"Ohio," Wednesday replied disdainfully.

Morticia gave a small shudder, "An Ohioan..."

"But that's alright mother, he's not like other Ohioans," Wednesday said quickly. "He's got a certain quality about him. He reminds me of father a little."

"Does he feel the same way about you?"

Wednesday gave a small nod, "He says I remind him of Diana."

"The huntress?"

"Yes."

"Good, that's a good sign darling," Morticia nodded approvingly.

Wednesday paused, then looked her mother in the eyes, "Mother, his parents are going to be in town this weekend. I'd like to invite them over for dinner."

"Alright darling. Is there anything specific we should serve them? Do Ohioans have any dietary requirements?"

Wednesday shrugged, "I don't think so. I'll catch something in the park before they get here."

Morticia stood up to leave, "I'll start making preparations. Enjoy your frog dear."