Your father worked at a small gas station in the middle of a small town in Vermont, and you would sometimes tag along, usually when you had nothing better to do. You didn't really do much, but you were sort of a backup if your dad needed to do anything else while on duty, and you could cover for his main job. On this particular day, however, everything had been running smoothly, and there hadn't been any incidents.

You stood outside, scrolling on your phone, when an odd bike rolled in. On it was a weird looking man, with an equally weird looking teenage girl in a side compartment. You'd only ever seen that sort of motorbike in Wallace and Gromit, so you felt a bit gravitated towards it. The man got out to begin filling the bike with gas, only for it not to work. In a huff, he walked over to the first person he saw, you.

Fester: "Hey, kiddo. Can you help an old man out with that finicky gas machine over there? It's acting up a bit."

You agreed since your father had taught you quite a bit about this sort of work. You went over, and in no time at all, the motorbike was being treated to some lovely fuel.

Fester: "Oh, thanks very much, young fellow! You know, it's been a long drive for the three of us!"

You were confused when he said three until a sentient severed hand crawled up onto the girl's lap, who was still on the bike, and waved at you. The man continued talking.

Fester: "Me and my niece here have been on our way to find her friend, a miss Enid Sinclair! She's a werewolf you see, and an alpha one, too! We're trying to reach a big forest somewhere far away so we can save her from being unable to go back to her much friendlier human form since we like that one! Right, Wednesday?"

The girl, who you now knew as Wednesday, spoke in a monotonous tone, aside from the slight annoyance at Fester's oversharing.

Wednesday: "Yes, and I also believe that you shouldn't be so quick to let out our entire plan for the next few days, Fester. You're much too trusting of strangers nowadays."

The hand on her lap gave a thumbs up in agreement.

Fester: "This is a two versus one, how unfair! D'ah well, never mind that! So, what's your name, kiddo?"

Wednesday: "If you want to tell them your whole life story, you could at least have the common decency to tell them yours first."

Fester: "Of course! I'm Fester Addams, and that there is my niece, Wednesday Addams! And our "handy" little buddy down there is Thing!"

Wednesday: "I said yours, not ours. And puns. What a grand first impression."

Fester: "Well, in my defense, they used to make you giggle all the time when you were a baby!"

Wednesday: "Now look which one of us is the baby."

Fester: "You've got me there, you cheeky rascal! So, what's your name then?"