𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝟐
((M!Wednesday))
Lilith and the Addams family try to rescue Uncle Fester from his gold-digging wife, who also happens to be a serial killer whose specialty is killing rich men to collect their inhe...
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𝔹𝔼ℂ𝕂𝕐 and Gary were bustling around, helping the campers rehearse for the play. Becky was at the front, enthusiastically teaching dance moves to the campers while singing the song. Gary, meanwhile, was trying to snap a girl out of her dazed state, his frustration evident as he repeatedly waved his hand in front of her face. On the sidelines, the outsider campers—Wednesday, Lilith, Pugsley, and Joel—sat on a bench, wearing Native American outfits. As the campers finished their song and dance routine, they struck their final pose while Becky and Gary looked on.
"Happy, happy turkey day. Hunger pains will go away. When you hear the pilgrims say it's happy turkey day. Happy, happy turkey day. Let's all eat the Indian way. As Bastille and Cape Cod Day. On happy turkey day," the campers sang in unison, their voices echoing through the rehearsal area.
Amanda stepped forward, proudly showing off her pilgrim outfit. Becky immediately rushed to her, beaming with pride. "Look at you. Oh, Amanda, you look perfect! You're just the prettiest pilgrim I've ever seen! Gar, come and take a look at this," she called out to Gary, who was still dealing with the dazed camper.
Just then, two camper boys arrived, dragging Lilith, Wednesday, Pugsley, and Joel behind them. Wednesday had his arm protectively around Lilith's waist. "Here they are! We caught them by the pay phone," one of the boys announced.
Wednesday maintained his usual blank expression as he addressed Becky. "We were calling the FBI."
Lilith added, "Uncle Fester is in trouble."
Joel, looking timid, chimed in, "We were running a check."
Becky, looking stern, crossed her arms and said, "And you are late for your fittings."
Lilith, defiant as always, replied, "I don't do pageants. Not my thing."
Becky gasped, shocked by Lilith's defiance. "But... but you must!"
Gary, having finally dealt with the dazed camper, approached the group. "Don't you want to help me realize my vision?"
Wednesday tightened his hold on Lilith, his voice cold and cutting. "Your work is puerile and under-dramatized. You lack any sense of structure, character, or the Aristotelian unities."
Gary's face contorted with anger and annoyance as he glared at Wednesday. "Young man, I am getting just a tad tired of your attitude problem."
Before Wednesday could respond, Becky clapped her hands loudly, capturing the campers' attention. "Everyone, campers! I have a wonderful idea," she announced with an overly enthusiastic smile. "Wednesday, Lilith, Pugsley, and young Mr. Glicker here, well, they have just never quite latched on to the Chippewa spirit, nor have some of their little comrades. Isn't that sad?"
