-Renfield, is that you?

If I catch you parading around in my cape again,

there'll be trouble.

Well, I wonder where he could be hiding.

[screams]

-What's the matter, master?

What's wrong?

-Nothing's wrong, you fool.

Get off!

-Was it another one of your nightmares?

-What?

Don't be ridiculous.

Count Dracula does not have nightmares.

-Was it the one where Magda gets staked and her hideous, evil

ghost comes back to haunt you?

-Mention that again and I will remove your privileges.

-I don't have any privileges.

-Then I shall find something else to remove.

-I'm telling you, Vlad.

Tonight will go down in history as the greatest Halloween ever.

-Yeah, about that--

-A spooky old castle, a family of real vampires.

I mean, what more could we ask for?

I bet you've got some really scary stuff planned, right?

-Well actually--

-I admit I've pulled some legendary Halloween

stunts before.

But me and you together, think of the mayhem we could cause.

-I'm sorry, Robin.

I'm going to the school party.

-What?

-Everyone else is going.

-We're not everyone else, Vlad.

We're different.

People may think we're freaks, but tonight we're not.

At Halloween we rule.

-But I don't want to rule.

I wan to fit in.

-So I thought maybe we

Cook some food.

Watch some telly.

Dad?

-Hm?

Whatever you think.

Just can't shake this feeling that I've forgotten something.

-Don't know why.

Nothing special about tonight.

-Hold still.

It keeps on tearing off.

-This is stupid.

I don't want to go dressed as a loo roll.

-You're supposed to be a mummy.

-Got it.

Why don't you go as a vampire?

What was I thinking?

Where would you get a vampire costume at this hour?

And on Halloween?

-Oh, is it Halloween?

-Shh!

I don't want dad to know.

-Why not?

-Halloween affects dad like a lit match

at a firework factory.

-Even a sausage through the heart wouldn't subdue him.

-You mean a stake.

-Oh, yes.

You see the Count has banned me from using that word.

That word and bunfight.

-Sunlight.

-Mm-hmm.

Bunfight and sausage.

-Great.

We can't even talk about it.

This is the worst Halloween ever.

-Look, dad's got a whole trunk full of old clothes

stashed up in the attic.

I bet I could find some great scary outfits for the party.

Better than this anyway.

-Real vampire clothes?

Are they black?

-Oh wow.

Spooky.

-Exactly.

It's weird and very dangerous.

So don't touch anything.

-There aren't any spiders, are there?

-Probably.

Why?

-Just starting, because Robin's terrified of them.

Aren't you, Robin?

Robin?

Robin?

-Boo!

-Idiot!

This attic's awesome.

Wow, what's this?

-I don't know, and I don't want to know.

Put it back.

-Hieroglyphics.

-Chloe, I don't think a 10 year old girl can

translate complex Egyptian hiero--

-Danger.

Do not open.

Run, hide.

-I told you not to touch anything.

-Chill out, will you?

It's just a biscuit tin.

What's the worst that can happen?

-That.

-I told you not to open it.

Now look what you've done.

-What's it say?

-Have we won a holiday?

-No, Robin.

We've awoken an ancient curse.

-All day I've sensed impending evil.

And now I can smell it.

-It's probably those eggs.

-Perhaps.

What's the date?

-It's the, um, the Friday.

-No, Jonathan, the date.

-It's, uh, the um--

-Well?

-Trick or treat!

-Ahh!

Get back, bloodsuckers.

Don't force me to use this.

WOMAN: What on earth are you doing?

-No, I thought that they were-- Nothing.

-Come away form there, children.

That man's not very well.

Trick or treat, of course.

You know what this means, Jonathan?

-Only five days till bonfire night?

-It's Halloween.

-A terrible curse on you and your family, foul fiends.

From midnight tonight you will be stripped or your evil powers

and reduced to the status of mere mortal breathers, ha ha.

-Oh great.

How am I going to explain this?

Sorry dad, but we've accidentally

awoken an ancient curse, and we're all

going to be turned into normal living-- hang on.

Normal.

Robin, you're a genius.

-I am?

-Don't you know what this means?

I'm going to have a normal family.

-We can go on camping trips together.

-Barbecues in the summer.

-Family bike rides.

-But think of what you're going to lose.

-What, fangs and a dad who turns into a bat?

Who's going to miss that?

-Me.

-Oh.

-Oh?

What do you mean oh?

-Come here.

CHLOE: If three screams are heard from your family

after sunset tonight, you'll be freed from the curse.

-But I don't want to be freed.

I like the curse.

CHLOE: The pyramid will turn with each scream.

If it gets to three, that's it.

Game over.

-Like that's gonna happen.

Vampires aren't scared of anything .

-Ahh!

-Much.

-You do that in an hour, and you're in big trouble.

-Great.

My only chance to be normal, and I've

got to stop people screaming at Halloween.

-At least your dad doesn't know it's Halloween.

[MUSIC - BOBBY (BORIS) PICKETT AND THE CRYPT-KICKERS,

"THE MONSTER MASH"]

-Oh, no.

-Oh, wicked.

-Think he remembered.

-Ah Vlad!

There you are.

Renfield, take a break.

-Ah, thank you master.

-That's long enough.

Back to work.

VLAD: What's going on?

-It's Christmas.

What does it look like?

Can't you feel the pride stirring in your chest?

Tonight we celebrate our vampire heritage.

Hundreds of years of history and culture.

-I had no idea you breathers could be so tasteful.

-Good.

You have fun tonight.

Unfortunately, we've got other plans.

ROBIN: Nothing that can't easily be dropped.

-Splendid!

The bloodletting-- the fun begins

at six when the sun has set. ROBIN: Should be a scream.

-I saw fangs and a cape.

It was an easy mistake to make.

JONATHAN: Dad, you nearly whisked an 8 year old.

-I was acting on instinct, son.

VAN HELSING: As a vampire slayer,

I've developed finely tuned senses.

-Dad.

VAN HELSING: Heightened awareness

that warns me when trouble is brewing.

-Dad.

VAN HELSING: And at Halloween.

It's at its strongest.

Almost like a sixth sense.

-Dad, your trousers are on fire.

-Ahh!

-Well spotted, son.

-That's it.

You're definitely staying in tonight.

-Dad?

THE COUNT: Not now, Ingrid.

Can't you see I'm engaged in heavy manual labor?

Two inches lower, Renfield.

INGRID: I need a costume for the school party.

-Why?

What happened to that dress thing?

-Ruined.

I found it in Renfield's wardrobe

with all the stitching burst.

-Well there's a simple solution to this.

You'll have to get a job.

-Me, work?

-It'd do you good to get out of the castle.

You can be someone else's problem.

-Why can't Vlad get a job?

INGRID: Because he has one already.

Heir to my throne.

Oh dear.

Well that's a day's wages you owe me.

And you can forget about going to any parties until I get it.

-The night starts here.

-Just six short hours and you'll be normal.

-I better go home and let mum and dad know what we're doing.

Then we can figure out how to make your dad scream.

-You mean stop him scream?

-That's what I said, wasn't it?

-Zoltan, I need your advice.

I've got this problem.

-Bathe it in warm water and keep it bandaged overnight.

That works for me.

-No, it's should you do what's better for yourself,

or what's better for your friends?

-Most would say you should put the well

being of others before your own.

Look at me.

I've never selfish, now I'm stuffed,

ignored, mounted on wheels.

-Thanks, Zoltan.

-Glad to be of assistance.

-One more thing.

Do you know if the count's scared of anything?

Something that might make him scream?

-Well, only golf balls.