Franken-Mollie: How to Bathe a Werewolf
One night, Darryl came into the McGee/Chen Haunted Home covered in dirt. He had been busy digging holes and rolling in filth, and was enjoying himself. He howled with joy.
"What a rush!" he said. "I've never had this much fun before I became a werewolf!" Then two shadows came over him. It was his parents. "Oh, hey, Mom and Dad." he gulped.
"Darryl, we have told you that we have to keep the hotel clean for our guests." Sharon said. "If you keep tracking dirt in here, we'll go out of business."
"Your mother's right." Pete added. "Go take a bath right now."
"But there are monsters that like dirty stuff!" Darryl protested. "We gotta make everyone comfortable."
"No buts! Bath, now!" ordered Sharon. "Don't make me carry you kicking and screaming like when you were younger!" Darryl just ran off.
"Should we go after him?" Pete asked his wife.
"No, we have a hotel to run. I've got some others in mind for the job." She was referring to Franken-Mollie and their friends.
Soon they were looking for Darryl. "So, when we find him, how to we get him int the tub?" Ollie wondered.
"Back when we were still human," Molly said, "I often lured him in with his favourite bath toy." She hold up an old rubber shark.
"That old thing?" Andrea said. "It's so…childish."
"Maybe, but it never fails." Molly began squeaking it. Darryl's keen ears picked up the sound.
"Is that…Mr. Bitey?" Darryl followed the squeaking. He heard it get louder as he ran down the hallways, and came to a door. He opened it, and his jaw dropped. A tub filled with water was waiting for him.
"If you think I'm gonna take a bath just because you used Mr. Bitey to call me over, I have outgrown him." Darryl turned to leave, but Franken-Mollie stood in his way.
"As your older sister/honorary brother, we order you to get in the tub!" Molly said.
"No!" Darryl said. He pushed them aside and left the room.
"So, that didn't work." Andrea said. "What now?"
Libby got an idea. "We'll trap him!" she said, and explained her plan.
They set up an ordinary box trap with a bone for bait. Darryl found it.
"Nice try, you think such a lame trap will catch…" Libby pulled the rope, and the box snapped shut. The others sat on it to weigh it down.
"We got 'im!" Ollie said. But then, random sound effects were heard from under the box. Curious, they opened up for a peek, and Darryl raced off.
"Okay, my turn." Andrea used her vampire speed to catch up to the little werewolf. Her eyes glowed red.
"You will take a bath and like it." she said, trying to hypnotize Darryl. He simply held up a clove of garlic to scare her.
"It's hopeless." Libby moaned. "Darryl is never going to get clean."
"Maybe I can help." said June. "As a swamp monster, I know all about getting wet. Lemme try and talk to him." They agreed it was their best option.
June found Darryl peeing on his dresser. "What do you want?"
"Come with me." June led Darryl outside to a small pond.
"I know you're hesitant about taking a bath, but let me show you that there's nothing to be scared of." She took his paw, and led him, little by little, into the water.
Darryl felt it on his fur. "That's kinda nice." he said. June then splashed his face. "You're gonna pay for that!" He splashed her back. He was having so much fun, that he didn't notice the others sneaking up behind him.
"Now!" Molly said. She and Ollie poured some shampoo onto his coat, and began scrubbing.
"Alright, you got me. Baths aren't as dumb as I thought. But at least afterward, I can get dirty all over again!" Darryl smirked. His friends just gave him an "Oh, you!" look.