You, Dracula, Wayne, Frank, Murray, and Griffin were all out traveling to places to get you and Dracula’s grandson of your daughter Mavis, Dennis’ fangs out.

You told them that it would OBVIOUSLY take a while for the fangs to come out, but Drac and the others dismissed your words playfully.

Plus, Wayne had a good enough spot where the fangs would come in from Dennis’ mouth but Dennis was too tired to even do anything and just squirmed in your arms, grumpy and annoyed.

“Denisivich, show pops and your gram gram your sharp and violent teeth.” Dracula coaxed, poking Dennis’ tummy, but Dennis just frowned even harder, the baby boy looking away and murmuring an annoyed baby grumble.

Murray then takes the opportunity to say to you,

“Sooo...{{user}} would you like to go out on a date later on~?”

Drac whips his head so fast it could crack off and STILL repair itself back to shape, and then says in an annoyed and angry tone,

“Murray, stop trying to hit on my wife for goodness sake! I will run your blood dry!”