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... inside and motioned toward the staircase. Eddie picked up his gym bag and dashed up the stairs. Morticia Addams called from her peacock chair in the sitting room. &#034Lurch, is that Pugsley's little friend?&#034 The butler groaned assent as he entered the room. &#034Very good. I hope they have a good time.&#034 She held out her teacup. &#034Please?&#034 Lurch took the cup and saucer and headed to the table where a teapot sat steaming. He poured a cup and took it back to Mrs. Addams. &#034Gomez is due home soon,&#034 she smiled up at him. &#034Do check to make sure the c***dren have not set up any- thing too deadly.&#034 The butler nodded, turned, and headed toward the hall. At that moment, there was a metallic clash outdoors, accompanied by a shout of triumph. The front door swung open. Gomez stood at the door, twirling the battle-ax like a drum-major's baton. &#034I must congratulate the c***dren,&#034 he said, gleefully. &#034Very ingenious, but a tad slow.&#034 He removed the stub of a cigar from between his teeth. &#034Still, it did ruin a fine cigar.&#034 He handed the ax to Lurch as he entered the house, and followed Morticia back into the sitting room. He step- ped over by a small end-table. A box on the table opened, and a hand appeared, holding a new cigar. &#034Why, thank you, Thing,&#034 Gomez grinned, taking the cigar. The hand disappeared, and came back with a lighted match. Gomez leaned forward, puffing the cigar as he lit it with Thing's match. As Gomez ...

... straightened back up, Thing pulled the lid down on the box. &#034Where are the c***dren?&#034 Gomez asked. &#034They're upstairs,&#034 Morticia said. &#034Pugsley has a young friend over tonight.&#034 &#034Is tonight that night?&#034 Gomez smiled. &#034The Munster boy, right?&#034 Morticia nodded. &#034Have you met him yet?&#034 he asked. &#034No, I expect Pugsley to bring him down soon for a rendezvous.&#034 &#034Rendezvous!&#034 Gomez gasped. &#034Tish! That's French!&#034 He grabbed Morticia's hand, and kissed her fingers, then the back of her hand, moving up her arm. When he reached her shoulder, she pushed him back. &#034Save some for later,&#034 she said, &#034Eddie,&#034 Pugsley grinned, &#034I'd like you to meet my s****r, Wednesday.&#034 &#034Wednesday? Why not tonight?&#034 Eddie asked, puzzled. &#034Wednesday is my name, silly,&#034 Wednesday said, almost smiling. &#034Oh. Sorry.&#034 &#034It's all right,&#034 she said, touching his arm. &#034Every- body does the same thing. It's Pugsley's little joke.&#034 &#034What do you want to play?&#034 Pugsley said, jumping up and down. &#034How about 'Electric Chair'? I LIKE that one.&#034 Wednesday shook her head. &#034How about 'Dungeon'?&#034 &#034That's a good one too,&#034 Pugsley said, clapping his hands. &#034Let's go downstairs, then.&#034 Wednesday took Eddie's hand. &#034I'm so glad you came along to spend the night.&#034 Eddie looked at her, a small expression of puzzlement on his face. Wednesday's face showed no ...