From: Jennifer Riddler Subject: Count Duckula My brother, who has *far* too much time on his hands, wrote this. All comments should be addressed to Eric, via jriddler@ozemail.com.au This is a Count Duckula x-over. For those unfamiliar with the adventures of the reluctant vampire duck and his vampire master, skip this post now. Igor had another plan. His own efforts to discourage his master's repulsive vegetarian lifestyle (ugh!) seemed to fail regardless of how well he planned them. But another Transylvanian butler had told him about his master Lacroix and his successes. Now to convince Master Duckula... Count Duckula was easy to convince. "Down Niagara Falls in a barrel! I'll be famous!" His eyes lit up. "But Duckyboos! You'll be all wet!" But Nanny's protests went unheard. "He already is all wet!" muttered Igor. Duckula ran down onto the basement of Castle Duckula, his mobile home. "Castle be quick, Castle be pronto, and take us all to Toronto!" BOING!!!!!!!! "A castle can't have just appeared in front of City Hall!" Schanke exclaimed into the police radio. He turned to Nick. "Some people out there..." His voice trailed away as he beheld a magnificent example of Eastern European architecture framed by the floodlit towers of Toronto City Hall. Nick felt uneasy about this. Every vampire knew of Castle Duckula, home for many generations to a race of vicious vampire ducks. The two officers thought about it, then agreed to knock on the door. "I'll get it!" shouted Nanny. CRASH! Nanny looked at the two unconscious bodies amidst the rubble at her feet. "Oooh! Now' ow did that 'appen?" Before she could do anything... CUCKOO! CUCKOO! It was dawn, Eastern Transylvanian Standard Time. Back to Transylvania they went. "Curses!" thought Igor. Duckula cried, "I wanted to be famous! Waaaah!" In the plaza in front of Toronto City Hall two dazed police officers were being examined by incredulous paramedics. Goodnight, out there, whatever you are....... ******