Quietly, Dracula slipped into his grandson's room.

"Rise and shine, my Denisovich."

Slowly, the young boy opened his eyes.

"Hi, Papa."

"Hello, my little devil. Did you have sweet nightmares?"

"Uh huh. I dreamt I saw a stegosaurus."

"And were you drinking his blood?"

"No."

"Just throwing that out there. Hey! Do you want to do something cool?"

The little boy's eyes filled with excitement.

"Yeah!"

Picking up the little boy, Dracula took him over to the middle of the room then put him down.

"I'm going to teach you how to turn into a bat. Like me."

In a cloud of blue and purple, Dracula turned into a bat.

"See?"

"Cool."

"Yes. Cool, like I said. Now you try."

The little boy threw his arms up into the arm.

"I'm bat."

Flapping his arms, Dennis started going around the room.

"I'm a bat, I'm a bat, I'm a bat."

"No, no, no."

Dracula turned back into his human.

"I mean a real bat."

The little boy came to a stop, his arms still out.

"I'm a bat."

"Denisovich, take a breath. You can really turn into a bat. Try. Feel the bat."

Folding up his arms into wings, Dennis started flapping his arms like a chicken.

"Not a chicken."

Spreading out his arms, Dennis started moving them like waves.

"What's that? The electric boogaloo? If I show you how to bust a move, will you try to fly then?"

"Uh huh."

Dracula started dancing around the room with his grandson mimicking his moves.

"Dad?"

Coming to a stop, Dennis and Dracula looked to see Mavis standing in the doorway.

"Why are you guys dancing?"

"He was sleep dancing."

"Come on, sweetie. Back to bed."

After she picked up her son, Mavis took him over to his bed

"Back to bed? It's already 8 PM."

"Don't you remember the new sleep schedule?"

After placing Dennis back in bed, Mavis covered him up then motioned to the cork board behind her.

"He's going to human classes half the day."

Dracula immediately became dumfounded as he stared at the board.

"If he could sleep till 2 AM tonight, it'd be so great for him."

"But, honey death, six of Wayne's wolf pups are having a birth day party tonight. You wouldn't want him to miss that."

"Dad, I love the wolf pups, but they're a little too rough for Dennis."

"Too rough?"

"Haven't you noticed. Dennis is a little…different."

Letting out a yawn, Dennis stretched his limbs then snuggled into his pillow.

"What are you saying? Denisovich shouldn't be around monsters?"

Immediately, Dennis perked up.

"I love monsters!"

Standing up in his bed, Dennis began to jump.

"Video! Video!"

"Oh, you want to show Papa Drac your monster video?"

"Yeah!"

Once Mavis turned on the TV, a kitchen appeared on the screen.

Who's the coolest monster?

"Kakie!"

Suddenly, a pink, fuzzy monster appeared on the screen, wearing a birthday hat and carrying a cake.

"Kakie one happy monster."

Immediately, Dracula's face dropped.

"Kakie love cake. Yummy! Tummy get a tummy ache."

"Whoa, whoa, who."

Dracula looked to his daughter then motioned to the screen with his hand.

"How is that a monster?"

"Have some cake, Wuzzlelumplebum."

Looking back to the screen, Dracula saw that the pink puppet had been joined by a fuzzy, blue elephant creature.

"Remember, kids. A real monster always shares."

"Shares? Oh, yes! When I think monsters, I think shares."

Looking from his daughter, Dracula kneeled next to his grandson.

"Now, let me tell you what a real monster is, Denisovich."

"Dad, please."

Dracula looked up from his grandson to his daughter.

"He's practically five already."

Mavis picked up her son.

"Don't push it."

After turning off the TV, Mavis made her way back to Dennis' room.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are?"

"Mommy, I'm too old for lullabies."

"What? That's not how that one goes."

Mavis tucked Dennis in.

"That's the way most people sing it."

"Most people. What's wrong with…Suffer, suffer, scream in pain. Blood is spilling from your brain."

"Daddy?"

"Come on. You remember how I sang it to you."

"Zombies gnaw you like a plum. Piercing cries and you succumb."

Dennis let out a yawn then wiped his tired eyes.

"Suffer, suffer, scream in pain. You will never breathe…again."

Dracula looked and saw that his grandson and daughter were fast asleep.

"Still works."

Getting up from the room, Dracula quietly slipped out of the room then made his way to his and Margaret's room to check up on her.

"My bleeding heart,"

Dracula found her sitting at her vanity.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting ready for the wolf pups party."

"Are you sure? How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, my Count. I'm fine."

"All right. Well, if you don't feel up to it, I'll let Wanda and Wayne know."

After Dracula slipped out of the room, Margaret placed her head in her hands.

She was nauseous, her head was spinning and her emotions were all over the place.

But it was just a birthday party.

What could go wrong?