"Oh, he's a late fanger, just like you."
Johnny, Dracula and Margaret let out sighs of relief.
"Yes. Yes. Just like me."
Gently, Margaret grabbed the little boy then placed him down on the ballroom floor.
Once Dennis' feet touched the ground, he ran off to enjoy his party.
"The big shot here was a little cry baby, all right."
"Yes, yes, I was."
"Used to pee in his bed."
"Okay, Dad."
"We just need to scare the fangs out of the kid."
Immediately, Johnny's eyes widened.
"Scare the fangs?"
"Yeah, it's what I did for Mr. Tough Guy here."
Using his powers, Vlad pulled a balloon off it's string.
"First, you've got to possess something the late fanger finds sweet and innocent."
Gently, he pressed on the balloon.
"Then you show them what's what and…"
Once balled up his hand, the balloon popped.
"Pop! Trust me. It'll scare the fangs right out."
Vlad looked to his son.
"Right, Drac?"
The four were pulled from their conversation when Brandon, dressed as Kakie, walked over.
"Seriously, guys, if I'm late for the book fair, I'll miss the street fair."
Once he walked away, Dracula looked to his father.
"That's your guy."
With a devious smile on his face, Vlad followed Brandon.
"You can not be serious."
Dracula looked to his wife.
"If you're father destroys Kakie, Dennis will be so upset."
"But, don't you get it?"
Gently, Dracula grasped his wife's shoulders.
"This is our ticket. If it works, Denisovich will become a vampire. You want them to stay don't you?"
"Yes, I do. But, at what price?"
After she removed her husband's hands, Margaret made her way over to her parents.
Maybe having a child with Dracula wasn't such a wonderful idea.