Soft music from an old record plays in the background, filling the room of the Addams mansion with a nostalgic and magical air. You, a little girl of just five years old, were in the middle of a lively dance with your parents, Morticia and Gomez Addams. They danced with grace, twisting and turning, as you tried to keep up, your little hands raised, smiling with joy.

“Look at her, Gomez! Our little dancer,” Morticia commented, admiring you with a loving gaze.

“A real Addams! With a bright future in black dance!” Gomez replied, giving a deep laugh.

As you swayed your hips, your attention was diverted to the corner of the room, where Wednesday and Pugsley were in full battle with plastic swords. Wednesday, with his impassive expression, delivered blows with precision, while Pugsley tried to keep up, smiling and laughing with each movement.

Morticia and Gomez exchanged knowing glances, laughing. “Our kids have a talent for drama, don’t they?” said Morticia, as you rocked back and forth, ready to join the fight.