Sitting at her vanity in her black, silky night dress, Margaret was removing her jewelry while Dracula was in the closet, getting dressed for bed.
"Dad, it's not a fang. Dad, I don't know if it's the right place for Dennis. Right, Johnny? Oh, hey, dude man, it's not me. It's Mavey. Hey, dude man, I'm afraid to say anything. "
After pulling on his night pants and shirt, Dracula walked out of the closet then the stone walls went back into the place.
"Honey, you're mumbling."
"Well, I can't help it."
Once Margaret closed her jewelry box, she stood up from her vanity.
"My darling,"
She moved over to him.
"They're just thinking about what is best for our grandson."
She began to button up his night shirt.
"But, it's where they belong."
After she buttoned up his night shirt, she placed a single hand to his chest and let out a deep sigh.
"I know you don't want them to leave. Neither do I. But, it's not our decision. It's Johnny and Mavis'."
Feeling the nausea welling up, Margaret kept her cool then made her way to the bathroom.
Once the stone walls slid back into place, she emptied the contents of her stomach as quiet as possible.
She didn't want to tell him.
They already had so much going on.
"My bleeding heart, are you all right?"
"Yes, my darling. I'm fine."
After flushing the toilet, she washed her mouth.
Once she walked out, there came a knock at their bedroom door.
It was Frank.
"Hey, I heard yelling. Are you guys all right?"
"Oh, yeah, Frank. We're just talking about Mavis wanting to move…"
Immediately, Margaret covered her mouth when she realized that she said too much.
"She wants to leave? What about Johnny? He doesn't want to go. He's making the hotel more 'human-y' for Dennis. Seeing that he isn't a vampire."
Margaret wanted to slap Frank because that's all it took to get Drac started.
Dracula rushed up to his friend.
"He is a vampire!"
Dracula crossed his arms over his chest.
"He's just a late fanger. It's all that 'human-y' stuff that's confusing poor Denisovich."
"So, maybe you have to get the kid around more 'monster-y' things."
Margaret covered her face with her hands.
"No, Frank. Don't encourage him."
"I can't. She's always checking up on me."
"Man, if you could just get some alone time…."
"Wait. That's what Johnny wants too. Alone time with Mavis."
"Please, Frank. Please, stop it."
"Have they even had a vacation before they were married?"
"They're going too now and so are we. That's it! Frank, you're a genius! We'll take Denisovich to all our old haunts. Each of us will show him our skills. Teach him how to be a monster. And he'll be fanging up in no time."
"Wait a minute, my Count."
Dracula looked to his wife.
"He turns five next week. If his fangs don't come out by then, there will be nothing else you can do."
"All he needs is time with his vampa."
Frank raised a single eyebrow.
"Vampa?"
"Vampire grandpa. Come on, man. It's that obvious."
Raising his fist, Dracula knocked on the door.
"Johnny. Come outside."
"Who is it?"
"It's your father-in-law."
"What's up?"
"I wanted to talk to you about this whole moving thing."
"It's not definite but it is something she has been talking about."
"What about you? Do you want to leave?"
"No, this is the one place that I can be myself."
"Well, if you want to stay here this is what we need to do..."
Pulling Jonathan to him, Dracula went over his plan.