"Skid, you are not turning into a vampire. Now stop sticking to the ceiling when you sleep. It's creeping us all out." Turbo said.
"The undead do what they feel like." Skidmark replied, not moving from his spot on the club house ceiling.
"All this from being attacked by a bat, huh?" Smoove commented.
"It was a vampire bat! One of the minions of the night, such as I am now." Skidmark cried.
"It was a normal, everyday bat. Now get off the dang ceiling!" Whiplash shouted.
Skidmark hissed.
"Oh, you did not just hiss at me!" Whiplash yelled.
Skidmark hissed once more before drawing into his shell.
"That's it. Where's a pencil?"
Whiplash spent the next fifteen minutes locating a pencil and using it to knock Skidmark off the ceiling. Twenty more minutes were spent by everyone chasing Skidmark around the clubhouse, trying to get him out to the light to show him that he indeed was not a vampire.
When Skidmark was forced out into the light he twisted and hissed for about one more minute before understanding that he was not burning up.
"Huh… guess I'm not a vampire." Skidmark said.
"You think?" Burn snapped.
"Smoove wishes you had realized that before you bit the heck out of my neck, yo." Smoove said.
"Sorry. That was meant more of an eternal lover kiss deal. Didn't mean to make it hurt." Skidmark said.
"No big." Smoove replied.
"New rule. No more vampire movies for until I've decided this nonsense is out of everyone's heads. Yes Chet, even the sparkly ones." Whiplash said.
"Darn." Chet grumbled. "We were on the last movie too."