The kids left the playground with a feeling

The kids left the playground with a feeling of discomfort. "What had we done?" The children walked silently into the night, pinching their foreheads and clamping their fists.

The next day they went to meet up at a secret place to talk about how they could cover it up but one of the boys did not want to cover it up, he wanted to confess.

rose bushes. The thorns ought to deter the pesky varmint from venturing too close to their hideout. Now that the boys had solved that problem they still needed to

drink blood to survive. These boys flew out into the Santa Cruz air looking for vittles. They came across some other boys-city slicker vampires. So the hillbilly vampires

burst into song, such was their joy. "Vampires in the air & we haven't got a care" The song came to an abrupt end as

the nearby door burst open. "Suck on this!" It was Detective James Manatee! He pointed his signature garlic-tipped silver bullet blowgun directly at the nearest vampire.

"The Number of the Day is zero, Count," said Manatee, "as in, you have zero seconds to count your blessings." True to his word, Detective J. Man pulverized The Count like

Cookie Monster ravaging a cookie. Det. Manatee knew The Count hadn’t quite learned his lesson so he dropkicked him, landing The Count on a trashcan in front of Mr. Hooper’s store.

Oscar the Grouch popped out of the next can and griped,"How's a Grouch supposed to get any sleep around here? Take your cape & monocle and beat it, get lost & scram in that order!