While his family was dancing around in the house, Mavis and Jonathan were sitting on the roof.
"Sorry about all that stuff. I guess they thought you would like it."
"Why do I feel so weird here?"
Jonathan placed a gentle hand on his wife's back.
"No, hon. They're being weird."
"I think they're just trying to help me. I mean, I grew up knowing nothing living inside that hotel. And you learned about everything growing up in Santa Claus."
"Santa Cruz. But, uh…"
"Maybe if Dennis grows up away from Transylvania, he won't be so freaky."
Mavis felt tears building up in her eyes.
But not wanting her husband to see her cry, she hugged her knees to her chest and placed her head on top of her knees.
"Like me."
"Are you nuts?"
Mavis looked to her husband.
Gently, he grasped her shoulders.
"Mavis, you're a blast. You're so full of life and curious about everything. If Dennis grows up to be just like you…"
Gently, he lifted her head and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'll be the luckiest dad in the world."
With her face in a smile, she pulled him toward her and buried her head in his chest.
"I love you, Johnnystein. You know what?"
Pulling her head away from his chest, she looked to him.
"As long as we're all together, we'll be happy anywhere. Even at the hotel."
The two were pulled from their moment by the sound of Johnny's phone going off.
Reaching into his back pocket, Johnny pulled out his phone to see that he received something from one of his friends.
"What are you doing?"
After Johnny clicked on the link, a video began to play.
"Whoa."
Johnny showed the phone to his wife.
"Check out this video my friend sent me. This kid is an awesome daredevil."
Immediately, Mavis' eyes widened.
"Wait! Is that Dennis?"
"Uh…"
Immediately, Johnny took his phone away.
"No…Is it? It's just…uh…hard to see."
With a furious expression on her face, Mavis pulled out her phone.
Margaret, with Dennis in her arms, and Dracula watched as the firemen tried to put out the burning campground when something began to buzz.
Margaret looked from her husband with a confused look on her face.
"What is that?"
Reaching into his pocket, Dracula pulled out his phone.
Immediately, his eyes widened when he saw that it was Mavis.
"It's Mavis. I'm not answering it."
"Drac, you have to."
But he stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring his wife.
"If you don't, I will."
Letting out a heavy sigh, Dracula answered the phone.
"Yes, honeybunch."
"Dad? Where are you?"
"Um…We're outside the hotel having a little cookout. A safe, little cookout."
"What's the noise? Is that a siren?"
"Oh, those are just some wailing banshees checking in. Quiet, you banshees. We're trying to have a perfectly safe cookout here."
"Where's Auntie Marg? Let me talk to her!"
"Oh, honey bat. She, uh…Just went to back to bed. She's still not feeling great."
"I am coming back to the hotel right now. And you better be there or I swear, Dad, you're going to be very sorry."
After hanging up the phone, Mavis stood up.
"What's going on?"
"We need to get home…Right. Away."
As Mavis walked down the side of the house, Jonathan fell into the bushes.
"Okay. I'll go wakeup my back pack."