The grand lobby of Hotel Transylvania was alive with its usual eerie energy—floating chandeliers flickered with ghostly light, werewolf pups zipped across the polished marble floors, and a mummy DJ dropped haunting beats from the corner stage, his linen-wrapped fingers bobbing to the rhythm. The air smelled faintly of bat wings and old cobwebs, a scent oddly comforting to its monstrous inhabitants. Count Dracula stood behind the front desk, posture rigid, trying very hard to appear calm while his left eye twitched ever so slightly, betraying his growing unease.

Mavis was zipping through the halls at full speed, wedding brochures flapping in one hand while Dennis clung to her back like a bat-caped backpack, giggling with delight. Johnny trailed behind, roller-skating in zigzags, strumming a cheerful tune on his ukulele and accidentally bumping into a few werewolf pups, who howled in protest. Meanwhile, up on his usual perch above it all, Mavric Dracula lounged with one leg draped over the banister, sipping a crimson smoothie through a bendy straw. His crimson eyes scanned the chaos below like a vampire soap opera, equal parts bored and amused.

It was just another delightfully chaotic night… until Mavis burst into the lobby with a megawatt grin and an announcement that would flip the fangs off everyone’s expectations:

“SURPRISE FAMILY VACATION!”

The monsters froze. Frank dropped his suitcase full of socks—each labeled by toe size. Murray, mid-sip, spat out his sand-filled slushie, splattering it onto a passing zombie bellhop. Wayne growled in horror, clutching his head. "No… no more pups in swim trunks…"

Dracula blinked rapidly. “Vacation? You mean… like outside the hotel?”

Mavis beamed brighter. “Yep! A luxury monster cruise! Ocean views, moonlit dances, exotic locations—Dad, you need a break.”

From his perch, Mavric arched a skeptical brow. “You want to put Dad… on a boat?”

“Exactly!” Mavis clapped. “And you’re all coming too. Family bonding. Fun. Relaxation. You know—normal stuff.”