♪ They're creepy and they're kooky

♪ Mysterious and spooky

♪ They're altogether ooky

♪ The Addams family

♪ The house is a museum

♪ When people come to see 'em

♪ They really are a scream

♪ The Addams family

MAN: Neat.

Sweet.

Petite.

♪ So get a witch's shawl on

♪ A broomstick you can crawl on

♪ We're gonna pay a call on

♪ The Addams family ♪

(MOANING)

A little higher and, uh, to the right, Thing.

Yes.

That's it.

Thank you, Thing.

(ALARM SOUNDING)

The mail's in.

Thank you, Thing.

Oh, Lurch, it's for you.

Aren't you going to open it and see what's in it?

I already know.

It's your annual invitation to the Butlers' Ball.

Which you never accept.

Lurch, wouldn't you like to go to that ball just once?

(GROANING)

Why doesn't he want to go to that ball?

He's becoming progressively shyer.

Did it ever occur to you that he might not be normal?

Nonsense, my dear.

He's just as normal as you and I.

But he should go to that ball.

It would be very good for him.

He needs to get out more.

Make more friends.

Perhaps you're right. But I can handle this situation.

I'm sure you can, darling.

You're so masterful.

Tish, when you pat my cheek that way it drives me wild.

Gomez, darling, control yourself.

Never.

Darling, you're forgetting about Lurch.

(GONG RESOUNDING)

You rang?

Ah, yes, Lurch, I, I think we have a problem.

The problem is you, Lurch.

Me?

Mrs. Addams and I have had a serious talk about you, Lurch,

and we've decided that this year

you should attend the Butlers' Ball.

(GROANING)

Lurch, there's something behind this.

What is it? You can tell us.

I'm a wallflower.

What?

I can't dance.

It's so simple. You can learn in no time.

♪ "Come, and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe" ♪

Shakespeare.

Milton.

By Jove, you're right.

Lurch, you can learn to dance.

The Watusi,

the Hully Gully, the Pick and Shovel...

Oh, no.

You must develop some outside interests.

You can become stagnant.

Really?

Look at Mr. Addams.

He's always developing outside interests.

Right now I have the most enviable collection

of coroner's reports in the neighborhood.

(GROANING)

Lurch, we're speaking to you this way

because you're more than an employee to us.

You're like one of the family.

(GROANING)

And as head of the family I've decided that you're going to the Butlers' Ball.

It's for your own good, Lurch.

We wanna make you happy.

Look, it's so simple.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

(GROANING)

We'll get you a teacher.

That's a marvelous idea, dear.

Why don't you call the dance studio

and have them send over an instructress right away?

A girl?

Well, of course.

Father was right.

About what, Lurch?

My being a butler.

What did he want you to be?

A jockey.

Okay, Mrs. Marshall, we'll send an instructress right over.

Yes, I'll make sure she's young.

Dorothy.

Go over to Mrs. Marshall's.

Her grandfather wants to learn the Mashed Potato.

Please, Mr. Walters, give me another chance.

Sally, I'm sorry.

You're too fresh to the customer.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

But, Mr. Walters...

Fred Walters Dance Studio.

I'm sorry, we got nobody available.

I'm available.

Uh, Mr. Addams, we suddenly have somebody available.

Yeah, right.

Girlie, anything you earn on this job is all yours.

Here. Good luck.

Dance instructress should be here any minute now.

Morticia, who moved this urn?

I don't know, darling. Mama, I suppose. I didn't notice.

Really, my dear. You should keep an eye on these things.

You know how close Uncle Droop liked being to Aunt Drip.

(FOGHORN SOUNDING)

Ah, must be the instructress.

GOMEZ: Lurch.

Yes, sir.

Dance instructress is here, Lurch.

(GROANING)

Now, come, Lurch. There's nothing to be afraid of.

It's just a question of rhythm, Lurch.

We'll leave you alone and let you have complete privacy.

There's no need to be self-conscious.

Excellent idea.

Oh, and, Lurch, do try to be a little friendly.

Let her see that charming leer of yours.

(FOGHORN SOUNDING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCRAPING)

Great form, Lurch.

But you're not keeping time to the music.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Rhythm, Lurch. Rhythm.

GOMEZ: One, two, three. One, two, three.

She's fainted, sir.

Fainted? That's strange.

Why would she do that?

Here, put her on the sofa.

What's the matter with the lady?

(CROAKING)

Well, there she goes again.

Pugsley, take your toad out of here.

Things like this upset him.

She's obviously not a well person.

Quick. Someone get a glass of water.

Thank you, Thing.

Well, there she goes again.

What's all the commotion, Gomez?

Fred Walters sent us a fainter.

Oh. Well, maybe we better get her some smelling salts.

Thank you, Thing.

I'll have to make a complaint.

Oh, no, don't do that.

I always faint when I meet new people.

Oh, you poor dear, you must be painfully shy.

Oh, no, I'm really very friendly.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Not me, him.

Oh, sorry.

All right, buster.

(CRACKLING)

(THUDDING)

I didn't know fainting was contagious.

(METALLIC CLANKING)

Practicing your sword swallowing, darling?

No, I just felt a little congestion in my throat.

That cleared it up fine.

Dear, I can't find Lurch.

He did seem depressed by all that Butlers' Ball talk.

You don't suppose he did anything drastic, do you?

Of course not.

Otherwise your little vulture would be circling the area.