-Rule number one of alchemy, pick good ingredients.

First, carefully select your rat's tails.

Mm.

Mm.

-Stop showboating, Renfield.

-Immediately, master!

Having prepared your blood mixture,

carefully lay out the tails.

Then gently ease in the power.

-[laughing]

-Wow.

Come here, my little [inaudible].

Your turn.

Master Vlad.

-No way.

-You know, my boy, when I was your age,

I grew a whole troop of three headed killer monkeys.

Happy times.

Make me proud!

-Look, Sir Manly Van Helsing, 1750 to 1789.

Poferia Van Helsing, 1852 to 1892.

Abraham Van Helsing III, 1925 to 1965.

I mean, what have they all got in common?

-They were all fine slayers.

-And all dead before they were 40.

You're 40 this year.

-Give it a rest, Jonno.

I'm not like those old timers.

I'm on the cutting edge.

See these?

Blueprints to the castle revealing a secret entrance

I bet the Count has no idea about.

-Blueprints are not cutting edge.

A [inaudible] on the computer-- that's cutting edge.

-Stop treating me like a pensioner.

I'm the slayer around here, and I'm going up to the castle

to prove it.

-Well, I'm coming with you.

-I don't need my hand holding.

Go home and get on with your homework.

Education comes first.

That's what my dad always taught me.

-Oh, you mean Granddad Norris Van Helsing?

Died age 39 and 1/2

-I mean, look at this.

Heads with necks.

Heads without necks.

Lizard entrails.

Alchemy's just the same as everything

else to do with being a vampire.

Just another excuse to get up to your elbows in blood and guts.

-Vlad, check this out!

-And I hate it when Dad gives me one of those looks.

Vladimir, I'm very disappointed in you.

Bride of Renfield.

-Oh, no, not that.

That.

-Potion 666, transforming a vampire into a mortal?

-Do you think it'll work?

-Only one way to find out!

Where's the list of ingredients?

-I found some bees' bums.

I thought you could start with growing something small,

you know?

Build up your confidence.

-Renfield, I think there's some pages missing from this book.

-Ah, that's my dad's book.

He liked to keep all his secrets up here.

He was a great alchemist.

Rotten dad, but a great alchemist.

-So he didn't pass any of his secrets on to you?

-He didn't get a chance, did he?

He disappeared suddenly, like a ghoul in the night,

never to be seen again.

-He can't have just disappeared.

We need to find out what happened.

Ah, Zoltan.

What do you know about Renfield's dad?

-Whatever you've heard, it's lies.

All lies.

-He sounds nervous.

[fart]

-Oh.

-He smells it, too.

-Oh, is that the time?

I think I'll just go and stretch my wheels.

-Spill, Zoltan.

I want the truth.

Or I'll let Ingrid put itching powder in your stuffing again.

-Master Vlad, you wouldn't.

[sigh] Renfield Sr. had this habit

of skulking outside the castle.

You have to remember, I hung out with a bad pack

of hellhounds in those days.

[sigh] Anyway, one moonless night, my muchachos

and I ambushed someone by the south tower.

By the time we realized it was Renfield,

Sr., all that was left of him was what's in my basket.

-Ugh.

-Oh, no, that's a little accident I had earlier.

The bone.

-So he took his secret to the grave.

-No longer a problem.

-Oh.

-[sigh]

-This is so what I want to do when I leave school.

[cackling]

-Don't do this, Master Vlad.

Renfield, Sr. was mad, bad, and dangerous to know.

And when he sees me, he's going to want revenge.

-Maybe you should nip to the card shop.

See what they've got in the "Sorry I accidentally

savaged you to death" section.

-Shut up.

I need to concentrate.

This is dark alchemy.

We're going to bring back Renfield's dad.

-That's it.

Ready?

-We're gonna need a bigger bolt.

-Huh?

-Of lightning.

-We could be waiting months for a storm.

-Not when your dad's Count Dracula.

-I just want you to know, this is nothing personal.

-That's my diary!

-Uh-uh-uh.

-I hate to be the one to show you this, Dad.

-My old dad's a vampire.

He wears a vampire cloak.

Ah.

But no one's very scared of him.

They think he's just a joke.

Ingrid!

-But I didn't write that.

-He's getting old and past it.

That is very plain to see.

His hair is g-- grey, his fangs, are false,

and his cardigan smells of wee!

I do not wear cardigans!

-And that's not my handwriting.

-That is no excuse!

[thunder]

-Everything ready?

-Check.

-Good.

Now all we need to do is wait for the big--

[thunder]

-Easy.

Don't fry him like those rat tails.

-[shudder]

-[growling]

-[whimpering]

-It lives!

-And it's naked!

-Ugh.

-What have you done?

You--

-Who are you?

Where am I?

-Do something!

-I'm Vladimir Dracula.

I'm your master.

Release him!

-Again, I don't think he hears you!

-Release him!

-Greetings, Master Vladimir.

Renfield Sr., at your service.

--[laughing] Am I good or am I good?

-So, you want to avoid becoming a vampire, Master Vlad?

-Exactly.

And I need to do it before Dad finds out.

So let's get on with creating the potion.

-Immediately, young master.

-Cool.

-Vlad, you rotten little worm, I'm going to kill you!

What is that?

-Renfield, where is-- my dinner?