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The day of the play arrived, Becky and Gary were standing on the stage addressing the parents. "Each summer, we take this occasion to celebrate this seminal event in American History," Gary announced to the parents. "This year, we depict perhaps the most important day in our shared past: the First Thanksgiving," Becky continued for him. "A day for maize, the Native American word for corn, a terrific turkey dinner, and brotherhood! So, white meat, and dark meat, take it away!" Gary finished off before he and Becky got off the stage. The audience applauded as the music began, kids dressed as turkey's and different types of food, leapt across the stage.

Pugsley came out from behind one of the fake buildings dressed as a giant turkey as they all sang together, "Eat us! It's Thanksgiving Day! Eat us! Hey! We make a nice buffet! We lost the race with farmer Ed! Eat us cause we're good and dead!" The campers put finger guns to their head and pretended to blow their brains out as they continued singing, "White man, or red man, from East or the South! Chop off our legs, and put 'em in your mouth!" Some of the campers lifted their leg to another camper who pretended to take a bite. Pugsley spread his arms out as they continued to sing until their song was finished.

Amanda now stood in front of a table where other Pilgrims sat. "I am so glad we invited the Chippewa's to join us for our holiday meal," Amanda announced with a forced tone, "Remember, these savages are our guests. We must not be surprised by any of their strange customs. After all, they have not had our advantages. Such as, fine schools, libraries full of books... shampoo!" The audience chuckled at that ignoring the improper history facts of the play. Just then, Lillith walked onto the stage dressed as Pocahontas, her hair was still its shoulder length with a headband that had a few feathers in it; Joel and Wednesday trailing behind her dressed as Native Americans.

"How! I am Pocahontas, a Chippewa maiden," Lillith greeted with a smile, her tone and presence was perfectly presented compared to Amanda's acting. "Indian," Amanda's father, Don muttered. "Enough said," His wife replied before they laughed to themselves. "And I am Running Bear, betrothed to Pocahontas!" Joel announced trying to ignore Wednesday's glare. "Twenty grand for summer camp, he's Mr Woo Woo," Joel's mother complained. "We have brought a special gift for this Holiday feast," Lillith announced as she gestured to Pugsley who waddled onto the stage. "I am a turkey. Kill me!" Pugsley shouted.

"What a thoughtful gift!" Amanda faux praised poorly, "Why you are as civilised as we! Except we wear shoes and have last names. Welcome to our table, our new primitive friends!" Lillith faked a kind smile that had everyone believing her kind words, "Thank you, Sarah Miller. You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen! Your hair is the colour of the sun, your skin is like fresh milk. And everyone loves you!" Wednesday rolled his eyes hating the script that was written to boast and brag about Amanda and her role as Sarah Miller. He firmly believed that Sarah Miller should have been complimentary towards Pocahontas but the play was written by a racist.

"Stop!" Amanda 'shyly' waved off the compliments but truly beamed under the praise, "Sit." The Chippewa's were about to walk towards the table when Wednesday walked to the front of the group and put his arms out to stop them. "Wait," Wednesday commanded causing Amanda's smile to drop into a look of confusion. "We cannot break bread with you," Wednesday announced. "Huh? Becky, what's going on?" Amanda turned to look at Becky and Gary who were standing under the stage in a prompter. "Wednesday!" Becky hissed harshly but he simply stepped forward. "You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on Reservations. Your people will wear cardigans and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the roadside. You will play golf and enjoy hot hor d'eouvres," Wednesday spoke out.

Gary started to get angry and was about to crawl on stage but Becky quickly pulled her husband back. "Our people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick-shifts. The Gods of my tribe have spoken! They have said, 'Do not trust the Pilgrims! Especially, Sarah Miller.' Whose beauty holds no comparison to that of my beloved Pocahontas. The woman to whom I am so desperately in love with and ask her to leave her betrothed and be with me instead," Wednesday exclaimed as he turned to Lillith. "Yes!" Lillith shouted before she rushed forward and kissed Wednesday ignoring the audience as he deepened the kiss. "Gary, they're changing the words!" Amanda complained.

Wednesday pulled away from Lillith leaving her in a slight daze that made him smirk before turning back to the others, his arm around her waist. "And for all these reasons, I have decided to scalp you. And burn your village to the ground," Wednesday declared. As soon as he said that, all the other Natives started chanting and shouting as they ran the stage. Two campers zip lined onto the stage near Amanda and grabbed her arms making her scream. Other campers carried torches and started lighting the props on fire leaving Gary and Becky wide eyed. "Children! Campers!" Becky shouted. "Stop it, your destroying my text!" Gary whined.

The two campers that grabbed Amanda had brought her over to a wooden pole. "He's not a team player," Joel's father said. "He's a special child but he needs friends," His mother argued. "He needs friends like this?" His father asked motioning to Wednesday and Lillith. Joel snuck over to the bleachers and pulled a lever that made the back row, where his parents sat, fall. His parents screamed out as they fell and Joel smiled with victory as his parents hit the ground. The props were now all on fire and Pugsley shoved an apple in Amanda's mouth as other campers tied her to the pole.

"Let her go!" Shane demanded making Lillith smirk as she approached him with a sweet smile. "But Shane...? They're just having fun~" Lillith cooed making Shane's anger fade, his gaze focused on her rather than his panicked sister. Lillith placed her hand on Shane's chest, stepping forward which prompted Shane to walk backwards. "Oh, hello there~" Shane flirted before bottom on his bottom lip. "Bye bye," Lillith said making his smirk drop into confusion. "Huh?" Shane asked before taking one more step back, his right foot landed in the middle of a rope while his left trigger the trap prompting the rope to tighten around his ankle and pulled him upside down, hanging from a tree. "Hey!" Shane shouted while Lillith laughed and walked away.

Two campers knelt in front of Gary and Becky, firing flaming arrows at them but luckily for them, they ducked out of the way just in the nick of time. A camper was chasing a Pilgrim girl and Joel flipped another lever as she ran by which sent her flying and into the lake. Amanda and Shane's parents took notice of some campers placing logs down by Amanda and were covering them in gasoline while their son tried to escape the rope holding him upside down. "Uh, I beg your pardon?" Amanda's father questioned, they went to stand and help but were hit in the face with pies that other campers had launched.

Amanda was tied to the pole still screaming though muffled by the apple in her mouth. Wednesday strutted forward with his arm around Lillith, the two looking directly at Amanda as she made eye contact with Wednesday fearfully. Lillith reached into her bra and pulled out a matchstick, handing it over to Wednesday who took the match and used his middle finger ring to light it; Amanda screamed and Wednesday smirked smugly. The other campers were sitting at the table surrounded by the burning set as they watched Becky and Gary being rotated over a fire like rotisserie chickens, they were tied up with apples in their mouths.

Wednesday and Lillith walked away from the chaos, both stopped a short distance away and looked back at the beautiful sight that they were witnessing. "I love you, Wednesday Addams," Lillith told her boyfriend with a sweet smile. "I love you, Lillith Whitley," Wednesday replied before he leaned down and kissed her. Though he had to admit to himself one thing, he no longer wished to call her Lillith Whitley, he wanted to make her his wife. The question was, is that what she wanted too? Or were they possibly still too young for such a big step in their relationship having been together for almost two years now, it was a decision that Wednesday truly had to make; now? Or wait?

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Meanwhile, Debbie was standing in front of her mirror with a black veil over her face pretending to cry. "Thank you! It was a senseless tragedy!" Debbie fake sobbed, she lifted the veil and wiped her eyes before letting out a laugh. She went over to an opened gift box that had a bunch of dynamite in it, and set the timer to go off at 6:30, She then carefully placed the lid of the present on top of it. "Angel! I'm going out for just a minute! I forgot the champagne!" Debbie spoke as she entered the kitchen where Fester was cooking, carrying the large gift box. "Our three week anniversary! I'll go," Fester offered. "No, no! You're working hard enough," Debbie insisted, "I'll just put your present on the table. Don't peek!"

She placed the gift on the table and Fester walked over to look at it excitedly. "Oh, please, please! What is it? Is it... string?" Fester guessed. "Ya never know!" Debbie replied in faux excitement. Unbeknownst to both of them, Thing had leapt up onto their windowsill and was watching them. "Is it a... dog toy?" Fester asked her. "Just you wait!" Debbie told him. Fester ran over and picked up the gift before shaking it and exclaiming, "It's a bomb!" Debbie turned and snapped, "What?!" Fester pouted, "Oh, I know. Wait for my birthday!" Debbie approached Fester and grabbed his face, "Let me look at you. I wanna remember you just this way."

"What do you mean?" Fester asked confused. "Rich! Will you miss me?" Debbie asked distracting him. "But... you'll be back, won't you?" Fester whined. "Of course!" Debbie replied before she walked out, picking up two suitcases that she had left by the front door and headed out. Fester spun around and giggled like a love-sick fool before making his way back into the kitchen to finish up cooking their meal. In a bar, Debbie was sitting on a counter surrounded by men and they were all singing Macho Man. "Hey!" Debbie suddenly shouted, "Wait, what time is it, Jorge?" One of the guys looked at her, "Uh, 6:25."

Debbie gasped and hopped off of the counter, "Oops. Gotta go!" All the guys started protesting as she made her way out. Just before she left, she turned to the men flirtatiously, "Wait here. It's my anniversary. I'll be right back." One of the men quickly replied, "Ah, your husband is a very lucky man!" Debbie glared and snapped, "Don't say that!" She then left the bar. Back at their house, Fester was sitting at the table practising his toast, he picked up his glass and held it out, "Cheers!" But he frowned deciding that it wasn't enough. Debbie pulled up to their home and looked in her mirror practicing her crying. "And officer, my husband was in that house!" She exclaimed with fake sadness, her cries turning into a crazed laugh.

Inside, Fester continued to practice his toast to his marriage while Debbie was in her car looking at her watch for a few seconds before the house blew up. Once it did, she looked straight ahead and didn't even flinch, she sat completely still as some of the debris landed on her car. Once it was over, she got out of her car and looking at the burning house with a smile on her face. "Help, Help!" She pathetically called out before walking towards the destruction. She kicked a toliet seat out of her way and smiled with pride when suddenly, Fester came running out of the house, his face and clothes covered in ash carrying their now burnt dinner.

"Sweetheart! Did you get the champagne?" Fester asked the woman who was wide eyed and severely confused, she then pulled out a gun and pointed it at him. "Freeze!" Debbie bellowed angrily. "Pookie?" Fester asked as he paused and stared at her confused. "I tried to make it look like an accident. I tried to give you some dignity, but oh no, not you!" Debbie complained. "What are you saying?" Fester asked her. "I'm saying I want you dead and I want your money!" Debbie exclaimed back at him. "But-but, don't you love me?" Fester asked her sadly making Debbie burst out in maniacal laughter. "Is that a no?" Fester questioned.

"Do I love you? Look at yourself! You're a nightmare!" Debbie shouted at him, she had been so preoccupied with Fester that she hadn't noticed Thing in her car, speeding directly towards her. "You're the missing link! You shouldn't be married, you should be studied! You're a big, dumb weird thing! No woman in their right mind could love you!" Debbie screamed at Fester. Thing drove up behind her and rammed her with her car, she landed on the hood and fell over. "Thing!" Fester exclaimed before he hopped into the car and they drove off. Debbie sat up and shot at the car before exclaiming, "I'll get you! And your little hand too!"

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Rosemary Speaks. . .

Honestly, the camp chaos is my favourite part of this movie. But Wednesday is an icon.

Also, poor Fester. He just wants a love like his brother, he deserves it too.

Thoughts, Suggestions or Questions?

See you in the next chapter!