I should warn you, my dear

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"𝔼𝕏ℂ𝔼𝕃𝕃𝔼ℕ𝕋, Amanda!" Becky commented as Amanda shot the bullseye of the target with her arrow. Gary clapped proudly for her. "Thank you," Amanda said, smiling with a smug look on her face. She turned around and handed Joel the bow before walking back to the end of the line.

Gary spoke, "Next!" Joel went to pick up an arrow while Wednesday read a letter he had received, with Lilith standing next to him, reading over his shoulder. "Dear Wednesday, Pugsley, and Lilith, I love you dearly, but I can never see you again," Wednesday read aloud, his voice tinged with confusion and worry.

Lilith grabbed Wednesday's hand to comfort him, and they exchanged concerned glances. Gary, growing impatient, called out to Joel, "Glicker, go!" Joel threw the arrow on the ground, clearly annoyed with the two adults. Becky, trying to remain positive, said, "Good try!"

Gary and Becky exchanged a look as Pugsley took the bow and picked up an arrow. Lilith continued reading from the letter, "You will understand. Love, Uncle Fester."

"He's a dead man," Wednesday added, his tone filled with determination. Lilith kissed Wednesday's cheek to help calm him as Pugsley aimed the bow. Gary, still impatient, urged, "Go."

Pugsley aimed high and released the arrow. It soared through the air and met its target—a bald eagle, which fell to the ground in front of them. Becky looked on in disbelief. Pugsley handed Wednesday the bow as Becky exclaimed, "It's an American bald eagle!"

Gary looked at her and asked, "But aren't they extinct?"

Wednesday glanced at the bird and replied, "They are now."

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"Heads up, children! Jamboree's only two weeks away, and you know what that means. Clean cabins!" Gary announced, facing the campers who were seated on the benches. Becky added with enthusiasm, "Creating with clay!" They both then spoke in unison, "And canoes, canoes, canoes!" Sharing a smile, they turned back to the children. Gary continued, "So we better get cracking, huh? 'Cause it's gonna be one..." His voice trailed off as the Addams boys, Lilith, and Joel, who were sitting behind the benches, caught his attention.

Joel was tearing open an envelope, revealing a set of cards. Wednesday had his arms wrapped around Lilith's waist, his chin resting on her shoulder as they both looked at the cards. "Look at this. I got them. Schizos and serial killers. I have almost the whole set. I'm only missing Jack the Ripper and that Zodiac guy. But look. 'The Black Widow,'" Joel said, showing the card to his friends.

Lilith took the card from Joel's hand and examined it closely. Wednesday rubbed her arm gently, glancing at the card. "It might be Debbie," he remarked. Lilith turned the card over and read aloud, "At least three rich husbands, all dead." She handed the card back to Joel and leaned more into Wednesday's embrace, who held her tighter.

Pugsley, intrigued, spoke up, "I'll trade you." Joel looked at Pugsley with curiosity, "For what?" Pugsley reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, revealing it to be "Amy Fischer."

"Each year, we conclude our summer with a very special presentation. Book, music, and lyrics by..." Gary began enthusiastically.

"Gary Granger!" Becky added with a flourish. Amanda clapped eagerly, but when she noticed no one else joining in, she quickly stopped. Gary continued, unfazed, "And this year, the old bean has come up with something pretty exciting. My own personal salute to the first Thanksgiving. Now we have thought long and hard about choosing just the right little actress for the leading role of Sarah Miller, our beautiful and kindly pilgrim lady. And we have selected Amanda Buckman!"

Amanda and her friends beside her erupted into cheers, filled with excitement. Gary went on, "And in the roles of her pilgrim pals, Lily, Jennifer, Tiffany, Missy, Michelle, and Melissa!" The group of girls cheered even louder. Becky silenced them with a gesture and took over, "But, of course, not everyone can be a star. Let's not forget our cheery, little Chippewas: Mordecai, Yang, Esther, um... Consuela, Irwin, and, um... I'm still not sure just how to pronounce this. Jamil? Jamel?"

"Jamal," Gary corrected, trying to pronounce the name.

Becky and Gary exchanged a look before she dismissed it with a casual, "Whatever." She then checked her clipboard again, "And as their leader, in the secondary but still compellingly written role of Pocahontas, guess who we have in mind? Our own little brunette outcast, Lilith Winters."

Hearing her name, Lilith stood up and peeked over the benches, her face a mixture of shock and bewilderment. Wednesday, standing beside her, shared her stunned expression, his dark eyes narrowing as he processed the unexpected announcement. The weight of the moment hung in the air as everyone turned to look at Lilith, now the center of attention.

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Morticia held Pubert as Gomez, Lurch, and Grandma stood beside her. With an air of determination, Morticia pressed the doorbell of Debbie's large manor. A woman opened the door and Morticia declared, "We want to see Debbie and Fester."

The maid turned around and loudly exclaimed, "Miss Debbie!" A voice replied from within, annoyed and angry, "Debra!"

The Addams Family walked inside, their dark attire a stark contrast to the brightly lit interior. Morticia looked around, taking in the extravagant décor, and commented, "Gomez, where are we?"

Grandma, clutching a skull, responded with a knowing glint in her eye, "It looks familiar. Of course, the gates of hell."

The family stood in the hall as Debbie appeared at the top of the grand staircase, wearing a long white gown. She looked down at them with a smug expression and said, "Welcome to my home."

Gomez, his gaze steady, asked, "Might we see my brother?"

Debbie's response was cold and immediate, "No. He doesn't want to see you, any of you, or that." She pointed disdainfully at the baby in Morticia's arms.

Morticia glanced at Pubert, then back at Debbie, "Why not?"

Debbie began descending the stairs with deliberate grace, her smile widening, "Because he is in love. He's wrapped in a gossamer blanket of ecstasy, and he hates your guts."

Gomez's eyes narrowed in confusion, "But why?"

Debbie paused dramatically, surveying them with a triumphant gleam, "Because you flaunted yourselves, your great love affair. You kept him a child. I've made him a man." Gomez, his voice firm, demanded, "Let me hear this from his own lips."

"His lips are busy." Debbie turned, revealing Fester slumped in a corner. She called out, "You want to talk to these people?" Fester, looking lost and conflicted, pleaded, "Debbie." But a seductive gesture from Debbie made him exclaim, "Go away!" Gomez stepped forward, glaring at Debbie, "That is not my brother!" Debbie's smile never wavered, "Sorry." Morticia stepped forward, her tone calm but resolute, "You have enslaved him. You have placed Fester under some strange sexual spell. I respect that. But, please, may we see him?"

Debbie, looking down at Morticia with disdain, replied, "Don't even think about it."

Morticia, her voice now carrying a sharp edge, stated, "You have gone too far. You have married Fester, you have destroyed his spirit, you have taken from us. All that I could forgive, but, Debbie..."

Debbie interrupted, "What?"

Morticia glanced around at the pastel decor and smirked, "Pastels?"

Debbie's face flushed with rage as she stormed down the remaining steps, shouting, "Get out of my house! Hit the road. And if you ever show your faces around here again, I'll have you locked up for trying to visit. Right, Festy?"

"Right!"

With that, Debbie smiled smugly, feeling victorious as Morticia and Gomez walked off. Grandma, however, lingered behind, approaching Debbie with a mischievous glint in her eye. She held the skull aloft and began chanting, "Luxor, nexor, burst and burn!" As she chanted, she moved the skull around Debbie in a slow, deliberate circle.

Debbie looked at Grandma with a mixture of confusion and irritation. "What is she doing?" she demanded.

Grandma finished her chant with a flourish, placing the skull into Debbie's hand. She gave Debbie a wicked grin and replied, "Just a curse. Have a nice day." With that, Grandma blew Debbie a kiss and turned, her skirts swishing as she followed the rest of the Addams family out of the house.

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By: SilverMist707

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