"Drac! Drac!"

Dracula rolled over in his coffin, making himself more comfortable in his slumber. He was dreaming about a deer. A nice, juicy fat buck with the richest red blood. He drooled, biting onto his thumb and sucking as though he were drinking on the animal's neck.

"Dracula!"

Drac groaned, opening the lid of his coffin slightly. "What do you want?"

Standing right outside was Wayne. There was a certain wariness Drac could sense from him even in his groggy state.

"Oh boy," the wolf sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "Okay, so I'm sure as you know the wolf pups keep me up all morning, and tonight I just so happened to find Waldo sleepwalking again. So I get up to follow him, right? Took much longer to track him with this not-so-sharp schnoz in the middle of my face, but I guess he walked past Mavis's room and into Frank's for some reason - "

Drac opened the lid some more and held a hand up for the werewolf to stop. "What? Wayne, man, just tell me what is going on?"

"Mavis!" Wayne whispered sharply. "She's gone!"

Drac opened the lid to his coffin completely, sitting up with wide eyes. "Gone?! What do you mean my little Mavy is gone?!"

"The door was left open a crack, and I didn't hear any snoring or breathing, and when I looked in to check, her coffin's empty and the window is wide open!"

A minute later, the Count and his friends were gathered inside of Mavis's room, staring at the open window in surprise. Dracula however, refused to believe what he saw. Thinking that it could be a trick, he began scouring the room.

"Mavis? Mavy?! Come on, sweetheart, it's not time to play hide-and-go-seek sharp objects! Where are you, baby?" He turned into a bat and flew down to every crevice in search of his daughter.

Frank shook his head. "Drac, she's not here. You gotta face the facts!"

"No! It can't be!" Drac said as he continued to search. He shapeshifted back to his humanoid form and tugged at his hair.

Griffin put an invisible arm on the vampire's back to steady him. "Woah, woah, Drac, calm down there, buddy, we can work this out. Now, do you have any inkling as to where she might have gone?"

"Yeah, because seeing the world is pretty generic," Wayne added.

Dracula took several deep breaths to recompose himself. He began thinking back to the conversations he'd had with his daughter the previous day - both when she woke up and after the party. He gasped as he looked over at the nightstand and caught sight of the present Martha had given Mavis. It was bookmarked to the page where Hawaii was illustrated.

"There!" he said, picking the book up and holding it up.

The friends stared at it wide-eyed, and Wayne furrowed his brow as he tried to figure out how to pronounce it. "Ha… wee-wee?" he guessed.

"Hawaii," Dracula corrected. "Mavis said something about wanting to take a train with me down to the airport and then take a plane there! Oh, no no no no NO." He rushed to the window, looking out into the night sky in dismay.

His friends felt very anxious as well. "Drac, what are we going to do?" Frank asked.

Dracula began frantically pacing. "Mavis is not thinking straight," he muttered. "We need to stop her from making the biggest mistake of her life! My baby is probably out there lost, cold and confused!"

He stopped himself short, hit with realization. He had promised Martha that he would do all in his power to protect their child. To avoid a catastrophe like the one that had befallen on her. Whatever it took, he was willing to do it. And he wasn't about to break that promise to her.

He turned back towards his friends. "Guys," he said in a commanding tone. "We need to go after her!"

Little did they know that a short distance away, Mavis was having the time of her life.

After having flown down from the hotel, she now took in the sights of the human town as a bat. Shops lined the street showcasing all kinds of cool merchandise within that she had never seen before. The humans seemed to have an odd taste in decor and fashion from the monsters - most notably, the lack of dark colors - but otherwise it was quite nice. She peered inside a grocery store, seeing strange foods that she didn't know existed - no slime, or antennas, or tentacles - and seeing some folks shopping within. A little boy was in line with his mother when he gaped at Mavis and tried to point her out to his mother. Mavis giggled and waved at the little guy with one of her wings before continuing along. She could see the smoke of a train coming in a little ways ahead at the train station, and she did not want to miss boarding it.

Dracula and his pack in the meantime had succeeded in piling inside the hearse and skidding away from the hotel grounds as quickly as they could. Griffin stepped on the gas as Drac reviewed the plan with the rest of them.

"Okay, the fastest way to get to Hawaii is by plane. Does anyone know the quickest route to get to the airport?"

"Hmm," Murray thought, "I suppose the hearse would give us a direct path through if we just stay on course and - "

"LOOK OUT!" Wayne suddenly shouted.

Griffin slammed on the brakes right before a huge flock of sheep covering the road.

"Oh great," Dracula murmured. "Now what?"

"Don't worry," Griffin assured. "I know a different way."

He then swerved the hearse into the woods, and it skidded down a steep hillside. A very steep hillside in fact, so that the vehicle was barely even able to be controlled. Frank bounced in the backseat, doing his best to keep his stitching together as the hearse rocked along. "Griff, are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked, half-yelling.

"Of course I do!" the Invisible Man answered. He was proven completely wrong however when the vehicle crashed in a wrecking heap right smack into a large boulder at the bottom of the rickety hill. The monsters were able to come out of the vehicle unharmed, but the rest of their ride was a mess. Dracula was held back from Griffin as he tried to approach him with a fierce snarl on his face.

"Why, when I get my hands on you, you incompetent little piece of - "

Griffin cowered, but then Frank tugged the angry vampire by the cape. "Drac, wait! Look!"

The Count turned his face in the direction that Frank's giant blue finger was pointing. As luck had it, they had crashed only about fifty feet from the local train station.

Ten minutes later, the friends found themselves standing on a deserted train platform.

"Ugh, this is ridiculous. You all should have let me handle those sheep the werewolf way," Wayne said, pointing at his jaws.

Murray shook his head in disagreement. "Nuh uh, that's pretty sick, man."

Wayne shrugged. "It's no different than you eating lamb chops!" he remarked.

Dracula ignored their conversation as he paced along in front of the quiet tracks. "Are you sure this is the next train coming?" he asked suddenly.

Griffin shrugged. "That's what Frank said he saw on the boarding time display…"

Frank then pulled himself out of the small doorway of the men's restroom. "Guys!" he said cheerily. "They have these great little sinks where you wash up, and look! The humans even leave behind free mints you can eat after every toilet use!"

In his hands were several round, blue-looking pieces of plastic.

Dracula wrinkled his nose in disgust and glared at the monster. "Holy moly, what is your problem, Frank? This is not a field trip! We're on a mission to save my Mavy from those horrible humans!" He ripped the 'mints' from his hands and gave him a shove. "Now! Where in the world is that train?"

Just as he asked, the sound of a train horn blew loudly and they could see that it was approaching rapidly.

Frank sheepishly approached Drac after wiping his hands on the front of his shirt. "So what exactly did Mavis say to you when you went to go talk to her?"

Dracula threw his hands up in exasperation. "I don't know! She was saying something about trains, and planes, and Hawee-wee - "

"Hawaii," Murray corrected.

"Who cares right now?!" Drac roared with impatience. "You all got your disguises?"

The friends nodded, and then boarded the train that had arrived.