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The Addams Family Crossover

Wednesday's Problem

© S.R.C.

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Author's note: I'm sorry that it took me so long to post another chapter. I've just been so busy lately. I hope you readers will like this chapter. I introduce you: The Addams Family! Grin

The Addams Mansion/ October 1st (Same Day):

"Morticia, you really out did yourself with the henbane tea," said Gomez.

Morticia and Gomez Addams were seated around the table enjoying their afternoon tea. Morticia sat in her favorite chair and Thing came out of his box and poured some more tea with the two-spouted teapot.

"Thank you, Thing! And I added a teaspoon of beetlejuice to give it more flavor," said Morticia.

"Really? No wonder it has a sweet taste to it. Too bad Uncle Fester and Mama aren't here to join us for tea. Where are they anyway?" asked Gomez

"They're on a lizard and newt hunt. Mama needed more lizard tails and newt eyes and Uncle Fester went along to help."

"Ah, yes! I just remembered. Today is October 1st, and Mama always goes on hunts to find ingredients to get prepared for Halloween."

"And we all know Gomez, Halloween is a specialty to us Addams." Then Morticia added," But its very odd that no one in the neighborhood comes to our yearly Halloween party. When the local trick-or-treaters do come, they act all jittery and stressed out. I can't imagine why."

Gomez picked up the morning paper and reread the day's headlines.

"Speaking of odd, these outrageous pranks and vandalisms are getting police everywhere baffled and angry. Its been happening in a lot of nearby towns, and its been going on for eight straight years! So far, they haven't caught them yet. These pranksters did all kinds of things, breaking windows, destroying property, setting traps, doing graffiti, you name it."

"Oh? Those pranksters have been doing it for eight years and never been caught? They must be very clever little things. Gomez, do you think they'll ever get caught?"

"Who knows, but this year, they're in our town."

Morticia's face gave away a cold look. "Oh yes, I remember when the pranks happened in our town and straight away, the locals and the police blammed our children. It was such a disgrace! Why would they ever think that our children are trouble? They are perfect demon angels!"

"Luckily, we cleared their names and our children aren't suspects anymore," said Gomez.

There was a sound of a screeching car coming from the outside.

"Sounds like Lurch has picked up the children from school today," remarked Morticia.

With a slam of a door, 8-year old Wednesday Addams ran up the stairs, went to her room, ans slammed the door shut. Gomez and Morticia raised an eyebrow, for they found Wednesday's behavior odd. However, Pugsley walked in happily with Lurch walking slowly behind him. He was carrying the childrens' backpacks

"Your backpack Pugsley," Lurch said in a very deep monotone voice.

"Thanks Lurch," said Pugsley, who took his backpack from Lurch. He ran to greet his parents.

"Hello Mother! Hello Father!"

"Hello Pugsley, darling!" Morticia greeted her son warmly. "How was your day at school?"

"It was great! In science class, we're doing a research project on any animal we choose."

"What animal did you choose, Pugsley?" Morticia asked.

"An octopus."

"That's an excellent choice son," said Gomez. "Maybe you could bring Aristotle to school when you present your report."

"Great idea Father! I'm going to go work on my research project now. Maybe I'll mention in my report about my pet." And then Pugsley ran up the stairs to his room.

Morticia smiled fondly. "Pugsley is such a good boy." Then Morticia started to frown, as if something was troubling her. "But I'm starting to get worried about Wednesday. She hasn't been herself lately."

Gomez frowned as well and nodded in agreement. "She has been quite gloomy and depressed-and not in a good way. I wonder what could be wrong with her."

"You know ever since Wednesday went to school, she's been acting very strangely. Would spend hours in her room and not come out, refuse to play games with any of us, sleep for hours, refuse to eat her favorite foods or even talk to us. She often gives us the silent treatment."

"This is absolutely terrible! The Wednesday we know would never act like this. What happened to the happy and chipper as a bat 6-year old Wednesday we knew?" Gomez asked sadly.

"I don't know. I think I'll talk to her right now," said Morticia and she began to stand up, but Gomez stopped her.

"Tish, wait. Give Wednesday some time. She might not be ready to talk right now."

"You're right darling. I think I'll take a long walk through the cemetary. It's a great place to think things over." She got up and hobbled away.

Gomez went to his Indian statue, grabbed a cigar, and smoked. As much as he loved to smoke cigars, he couldn't get his mind off of Wednesday. He remembered how Wednesday use to be when she was 6. She would play with her headless dolls, play funeral with her brother and setting of dynamite with her uncle. She was obident, polite, and very sweet. Gomez took out his pocketwatch and inside there was a picture of him and Wednesday, when they visited a graveyard in Salem, Massachusetts for a father-and-daughter bonding trip. Wednesday was smiling her pleasant-grim smile while holding her Marie Antoinette doll. Gomez smiled fondly at that memory. Oh how he missed the old Wednesday.


By the time it was dinner, Uncle Fester and Grandmama came back from their hunt. Grandmama was very pleased since they caught a lot of lizards and newts.

"These little creatures will be perfect for our Halloween party," she said.

For dinner, they had alligater meat with yak gravy and fairy toadstools. While Pugsley, Grandmama, Uncle Fester, and Gomez were eating their meal with satisfied appetites, Morticia was only playing with her food and taking a few bites. Gomez noticed how Morticia ate very little. "Tish, what's wrong? You've barely eaten anything on your plate."

She sighed. "I guess I'm not that hungry today."

"Still thinking about Wednesday are you?"

She nodded. "I'm so worried about her that I can't eat."

"I've noticed Wednesday's strange behavior too," said Grandmama.

"All Wednesday wants to do is to be left alone. Just last week, I asked her if she wanted to play with my dynamite caps with me. She slammed the door in my face and yelled that she wanted to be left alone," Uncle Fester added.

Then Morticia noticed an empty seat at the dinner table.

"Did you sent Lurch to get Wednesday for dinner?" Morticia asked Gomez.

"Yes I did, a few minutes ago," said Gomez. He got up and pulled the hangman's noose to ring for Lurch. After the whole house shook with a deafening gong, Lurch quickly appeared and asked, "You rang?"

"Lurch, didn't you get Wednesday for dinner?" asked Gomez.

"I tried sir," he replied in his deep voive. "She said she wasn't hungry. She looked like she was crying."

Morticia adruptedly stood up and hoobled towards the stairs.

"Tish, where are you going?"

"Im going to talk to Wednesday. I can't stand to see my little girl so upset. She needs me."

Morticia hobbled down the hallway to Wednesday's door that had painted bats on it. She was about to knock gently to let Wednesday know that she was there until she heard a faint melody. It sounded like Wednesday. She was singing! Morticia pressed her ear against the door ro listen. Wednesday sounded so sad as she sang:

"I am drowning in my tears
I feel the lonliness with my hands
And though I try not to hear
Can't shake those words that they say

The worst is just around the bend
And do they notice how its not okay?
And will they see how much they're mean to me?
I think its not to be

How come I don't have a friend?
Was it something that I did back then?
Although I like to join the crowd
Even play on the playgrounds

Try as I may, it doesn't last
And will they ever except me for who I am?
No I think not, it's never to become
For I am all alone"

Morticia got out her black handkerchief to wipe away her own tears. She had no idea that her daughter was that upset. The song wrenched her heart more. Morticia took a deep breath, composed herself, and gently knocked.

"Wednesday . . . darling, may I come in?"

No answer.

Morticia opened the door. Wednesday's room was pitch-black; the curtains were drawn and the only light was coming from the hallway. Wednesday was in bed, her back to the door. Morticia could her her sniffle like she was crying.

"I want to be alone, Mother."

"Darling, please talk to me." Morticia sat on the end of the bed. Wednesday was under the covers. "Your Father and I are worried sick about you; everyone is. Wednesday, I hate to see you upset. Please tell me what's wrong."

Wednesday reluctantly sat up. Her nose was runny, her eyes were puffy and red, and tears run down her face.

"I-I just hate school, Mother. I'm miserable there. When I first started school, I thought it would be great. I would learn new things meet other kids. But every single day is worst than the last. Everyone avoids me. They don't want to sit with me at lunch or play with me at recess. All the kids bully me non-stop and call me names like weirdo, creep, insane, or pyscho. They say that I don't belong there and I don't deserve friends because I'm too different from everyone else. Just look at our class photo!"

Wednesday pulled out a picture of her class from underneath her pillow and handed it to her mother. It was a picture of Wednesday's third grade class. Her class were standing in rows, wearing new clothes, clean haircuts, and showing off their pearly white teeth. The person that stood out in the photo was Wednesday herself. She was the only one wearing black and the palest girl in the class. Even though she smiled, her expression was gaunt and creepy.

"All the kids are right. Look at me! My skin is extremely pale, my face is ugly and creepy, I wear black everyday, and my interests are different.
"Mother, I try my hardest to do my best and be myself, but its no good. I try to hang out with the other kids, but they're all to weird. The kids play on weird contraptions like slides, swings, and see-saws. They even play catch or monkey-in-the-middle. Some of the girls talk about Girl Scouts or Brownies that sound absolutely disgusting.
"I try to be nice to them and tell them what I like, but the minute I talk about chopping off my dolls' head or spider breeding, the kids give me a weird look. They act like they don't know what spiders are!"

Morticia was appalled by what her daughter was telling her. She was horrified to know that her daughter was being bullied cruelly by the other kids at school.

"Wednesday, I am shocked! Have you tried telling the teachers?"

"Yes, but they don't like me. They don't even try to stop the bullying."

"And this has been going on for three years, ever since you started school? How come you have never told your father or me?"

"I . . . don't know. Maybe I thought you wouldn't listen or understand."

"Wednesday, we're family. We're Addams. Of course we would listen to you. You don't feel completely lonely do you? What about us? And our home?"

"Don't get me wrong Mother, I love my home and my family. Pugsley is the greatest brother ever and Lurch is tons of fun, but I often wish for a friend my age who would accept me for who I am. Or at least treat me like I'm a person with feelings."

Wednesday started to cry again. Immediately, Morticia wrapped Wednesday in her arms and held her close.

"Now Wednesday, don't listen to what the other kids say. You are different because you are special. The other kids just don't see it yet. You are unique and talented in so many ways. And you don't look weird dear, you're beautiful. Look at the photo again. Do you know what I see?"

"No. What?"

"A little girl with the most adorable soulful eyes, the most lovely pallor that shines like the moon, and beautiful black hair in cute braids."

As if for the first time, Wednesday began to see how pretty she looked. She knew that her mother was trying to make her feel better, but she also knew that her mother was always sincere and honest.

Morticia added," I know its hard for you Wednesday, but it'll be alright. Your father and I will take care of everything. Don't let those kids get to you okay? Nothing is wrong with you. A beautiful, talented, special girl like you deserves all the friends in the world."

Wednesday looked into her Mother's eyes and knew that her Mother ment it.

"You promise?"

"I promise."

For the first time in a while, Wednesday smiled. She hugged her mother tight.

"Thank you Mommy. I feel much better now. Could you stay here with me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course darling. I'll say with you the whole night if you like."

Just as Wednesday was beginning to drift off to nightmare land, she said softly, "I love you Mommy."

"I love you too Wednesday," said Morticia as she kissed the top of her head.

Morticia thought quietly to herself about what she was going to do to help Wednesday. She wasn't going to rest until Wednesday was her old self again. Soon she drifted off to sleep along with Wednesday.

(I hope you liked the chapter with the Addams Family in it. Again, please commment or if you have any questions, ask me.)

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