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Debbie and Fester had gone to Hawaii for their honeymoon. Fester was sitting in the bathtub with bubbles floating all around him while Debbie stood by him with romantic music playing on a boom box that was on the floor. "The key ingredient to a successful Hawaiian honeymoon is... romantic music," Debbie told Fester as she picked up the boom box and started sensually walking around the room, "I ordered this cassette from Time Life. Five thousand of the worlds most romantic melodies." Fester smiled as he praised her, "It's superb! What do you call this?"

"Number 438," Debbie purred before sweetly asking, "So, do you like romantic living?" Fester smiled up at her, "I do, so far." Debbie sighed dreamily, "I love romantic living! Oh, Fester, how much do you love me?" She looked down at him batting her eyelashes at him. "With all my soul," Fester declared. "Would you do anything for me?" Debbie asked him. "Anything," Fester promised. "Would you die for me?" Debbie asked. "Yes!" Fester exclaimed. "Promise?" Debbie gave him a sinister look before she dropped the boom box in the bath and the whole room began flickering.

The bulbs around the mirror started exploding and Fester's screams echoed throughout the room. Debbie smirked at the sight and eventually, Fester stopped screaming and the room went dark. "Pumpkin..." Debbie cooed and suddenly, a light illuminated the room causing Debbie to look down in shock and horror. Fester was still sitting in the tub, alive, with a lightbulb in his mouth which he illuminated. "Muffin!" Fester muttered with the bulb still in his mouth leaving Debbie stunned and confused on how the hell he was indeed still alive and breathing.

Later that night, Debbie was sitting in her bed watching television when the doors that separated her and Fester's room opened. Debbie looked over and saw Fester entering her room and a look of disgust crossed her face. "Darling, I know your nervous. So am I!" Fester told her. "I'm not nervous. I'm upset," Debbie replied though her voice had edge to it. "Because of the bathtub," Fester realised, he tried to grab the remote from her but she held on tight until Fester eventually it away from her, "That was an accident!" Debbie scoffed, "I know." Fester smiled kindly, "I'm fine!" Debbie scowled, "I know."

"Don't give it another thought," Fester assured her as he laid his head in Debbie's lap, "Don't be frightened. This is as new to me as it is for you." Debbie sat up a little and Fester sat up with her. "Have you really never had sex?" Debbie asked him with furrowed brows. "Never!" Fester exclaimed as he shook his head. "Well then, how do you know we're not having it right now?" Debbie questioned him. "Sweetheart," Fester breathed out with a tone that told her he knew exactly what sex was, "We'll be just like Gomez and Morticia. Pretend we're at home in my room... Granny down the hallway, Lurch by the door."

"Oh my god," Debbie sighed. "Please, what is it? What do you need?" Fester pleaded with his wife. Debbie swallowed her dignity and gave him a sensual look. "Only you, my dearest," Debbie declared and flipped them over so she was now straddling Fester who was smiling up at her. "Really?" Fester asked. "Fester, I'm ready," Debbie told him seductively making Fester's smile widen. "Just one thing," Debbie told him. "Gomez told me. No giggling," Fester replied with a slight pout. "And?" She raised a brow. "No hand puppets!" Fester answered her. "And..." Debbie spoke tiredly. "What?" Fester asked confused.

"After we've made love, you can never see your family again," Debbie stated firmly. "What?" Fester frowned and sat up in confusion. "Otherwise, I could never really... enjoy myself. I could never... give myself completely," Debbie manipulated with a frown, her fingers running along his arms sensually. "Unless I never see my family again?" Fester asked with a frown, he loved his family. "Yes," Debbie confirmed, "If I picture them in our lives, I can never achieve... you know..." Fester tilted his head, "Never?" Debbie stroked Fester's chest, "Don't you love me?" Fester nodded, "Of course." Debbie smirked, "Don't you love me?" Fester smiled lovingly, "Yes."

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Meanwhile in the Addams residence, Gomez cracked an egg into a glass before pouring vodka into it. "It's so odd we haven't heard from Fester and Debbie," Morticia noted with a slight frown. "It's almost been a week. Hasn't it little fellow?" Gomez asked Pubert before cooing, "Look at him. Too much fun at that reception." Gomez stirred the drink and poured it into a baby bottle, shaking it before handing it to Pubert. "Here, little pup," Gomez gushed happily before looking at his wife. "Did you read the letter sent from Wednesday?" Gomez asked his wife. "Oh yes, I have the plans prepared already," Morticia replied with a happy smile, the two sharing a knowing look.

Back at Camp Chippewa, Amanda fired an arrow and got a bullseye. "Excellent Amanda!" Gary and Becky cheered. "Thank you!" Amanda responded with a proud smile and her head high in a cocky manner before she passed the bow to Joel. "Next!" Gary instructed. Joel picked up an arrow and tried to fit it in the bow, but was having quite a bit of trouble. During this, Wednesday stood in the line reading a posy card that Fester had sent them. "'Dear Wednesday, Lillith and Pugsley. I love you dearly but I can never see you again'," Wednesday read out to the two mentioned.

"Glicker, go!" Gary yelled impatiently, Joel panicked and threw an arrow at the ground. "Good try!" Becky called out before she glanced at Gary, the two shaking their heads as Joel handed Pugsley the bow. "'When you are grown up and very lonely, you wull understand. Love, Uncle Fester.' He's a dead man," Wednesday told them. "Go!" Gary urged Pugsley, he fired the arrow into the air and hit something. A few seconds later, a bald eagle fell from the sky. "It's an American Bald Eagle!" Becky realised. "But aren't they extinct?" Gary asked his wife confused. "They are now," Wednesday muttered making Lillith smirk.

The bow was then handed off to Lillith who was efficient in nocking an arrow into place, she took a steady breath before releasing the arrow sending it straight into the bullseye splitting Amanda's arrow completely in half. Lillith turned to Amanda with a smirk, she winked at the girl causing her to stutter and flush pink. Wednesday bit his lip watching as Lillith taunted the blonde, he was definitely stealing her away later that night. "That was... amazing!" Gary complimented with wide eyes, his response seemed to have angered Amanda who huffed and stomped her foot before crossing her arms.

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Debbie had gotten off the plane that brought them back from Hawaii and approached a man standing by a Hearse. "Mrs Addams?" The man asked. "Yes!" Debbie confirmed. "Your Hearse, ma'am, where is the body?" The man questioned her. "He's right there!" Debbie replied as she pointed back at her husband. "But he's alive!" The man exclaimed in shock. "Tell me about it!" Debbie hissed in irritation. Fester walked down the stairs of the plane carrying all the bags, Debbie approached her car and went to get in the driver's seat but Fester ran up to her excitedly. Debbie turned to him frustratedly, "Fester, we may be together for a while."

"All our lives, cara mia," Fester exclaimed to her lovingly and happily. "What?" Debbie asked confused and irritated. "Mon cher!" Fester added adoringly. "Speak English!" Debbie snapped at him, her eye twitching. "Pumpkin," Fester replied sheepishly. "And if I have to be seen with you, we need to make some changes," Debbie insisted. "Changes?" Fester questioned with uncertainty but Debbie didn't say anything and climbed into the car. Fester climbed into the car and sat in silence not wishing to upset his wife in anyway, he was beginning to realise that marriage was not the picture perfect design that he had witnessed with Morticia and Gomez.

Later that day, Fester now wore a white suit and a blonde wig as Debbie directed the movers that were unloading furniture into their beautiful large and expensive home. "Be careful! It's a credenza! These are beautiful things, they're from catalogues! Fester! Get over here!" Debbie ordered and screeched. Fester hurried over to her, scratching his head repeatedly. "It itches," Fester whined to Debbie. "Don't touch it... not until the scab falls off," Debbie instructed. "Pumpkin, do you think these clothes are really me?" Fester asked her with a frown, he didn't feel comfortable in the clothes she demanded he wore.

"Of course not, that's the point," Debbie replied to him. "Ma'am, where do you want this thing?" A delivery man asked holding a painting. "The second floor boudoir. And be careful!" Debbie instructed. "I'm her husband," Fester told him with a proud smile on his face. "Fester!" Debbie scolded him. "Gimme a kiss," Fester requested. "Gimme a twenty," Debbie retorted back to him before turning back to the workers, "Watch it! That's a Queen Anne chandelier!!" Fester lowered his eyes and frowned deeply to himself, this definitely was not what he thought marriage would be like.

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"'Hawaii is wonderful, I wish you were here, and I can never see you again! P.S. Debbie says hi'," Gomez read out the postcard that Fester had sent them. "I don't understand! For weeks, not a word and now this!?" Gomez questioned as he paced the bedroom in confusion. "Darling, come to bed. He can't be serious," Morticia told her husband but it seemed that Gomez hadn't paid her words any mind. "Have I done something, said something? Why does my brother despise me?" Gomez questioned no one in particular. "He adores you!" Morticia praised with certainty in her words.

"I'd do anything for him! At his request, I would rip out my eyes! At his command, I would crawl on my belly through hot coals and broken glass!" Gomez continued his passionate rant as he paced. "Why wait?" Morticia purred, she knew that Gomez was worried about his brother but Fester could indeed handle himself. "Has Fester gone mad!?" Gomez yelled. "This is all just some sort of phase. Post-honeymoon malaise. It's very common. Do you remember our honeymoon?" Morticia asked with a teasing grin. "That glorious cruise," Gomez purred as he remembered their honeymoon.

"No calls," Morticia replied. "No cares," Gomez flirted back. "No survivors," Morticia stated seductively making Gomez shiver in delight. "Cara mia!" Gomez exclaimed as he knelt beside her. "So, you still desire me after all these years?" Morticia asked with a fake pout on her ruby lips. "The old ball and chain?" Morticia added with a hum. "Forever!" Gomez praised and promised. "I'll get them," Morticia replied with a smirk. Meanwhile, back at Camp Chippewa, Wednesday and Lillith had snuck off from the camp laying on the soil of the forest with their lips attached and hearts content. Wednesday was ready for the night they returned back home where he'd be holding her in his arms again.

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The next day, Morticia rang the doorbell of Fester and Debbie's house and a maid had been the one to open the door. "We want to see Debbie and Fester," Morticia told the woman. "Ms Debbie!" The maid called out into the large home. "Debrah!" Debbie corrected as Morticia, Pubert, Gomez, Grandmama, and Lurch entered the home. "Gomez, where are we?" Morticia asked with slight concern. "Looks familiar. Of course! The Gates of Hell!" Grandmama announced to the family. Debbie stood at the top of the grandatand case and looked down at the family. She was wearing an elegant white robe with feathers around the neckline.

"Welcome to my home!" Debbie greeted the family. "Might we see my brother?" Gomez requested hopefully. "No. He doesn't want to see you, any of you, or that," Debbie answered him as she pointed at Pubert with her last two words. "Why not?" Morticia asked her. "Because he's in love. He's wrapped in a gossiper blanket of ecstasy and he hates your guts," Debbie expressed as a response. "But why?" Gomez asked, he didn't understand. "Because you've flaunted yourselves, your great love affair! You kept him a child, I've made him a man," Debbie answered him, her head high with pride.

"Let me hear this from his own lips!" Gome, demanded of her. "His lips are busy!" Debbie retorted befire turning to the stair railing where Fester was curled up on the floor with a pained expression on his face, "You want to talk to these people?" Fester's frown deepened, "Debbie..." Debbie ran her hands down her body in a seductive way. "Go away!" Fester called out. "That is not my brother!" Gomez said as he stepped forward. "Sorry," Debbie shrugged though it was clear she wasn't sorry. "You have enslaved him. You have placed Fester under some strange sexual spell. I respect that. But please, may we see him?" Morticia asked the blonde woman.

"Don't even think about it," Debbie warned them. "You've gone too far. You have married Fester. You have destroyed his spirit. You have taken him from us. All that I could forgive. But Debbie..." Morticia trailed off disappointedly. "What?" Debbie snapped at her. "Pastels?" Morticia asked incredulously after looking around the house. "Get out of my house! Hit the road! And if you ever show your faces around here again, I'll have you locked up for trying to visit! Right, Fessie?" Debbie told them before sweetly looking at her husband. "Right!" Fester called out.

Gomez and Morticia exited the house with Lurch following behind them. But Grandmama approached Debbie holding a skull before speaking, "Luxor, nexor, burst and burn!" She then placed the skull in Debbie's hand. Debbie looked at her in confusion, "What is she doing?" Fester didn't get to respond as Grandmama spoke up, "Just a curse, have a nice day!" She made a kissy sound before scurrying out of the home leaving the husband and wife. The Addams' went to the police station in hopes of them doing something but they simply laughed them out of the station leaving Gomez distraught over the loss of his brother.

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Rosemary Speaks. . .

Okay, so this chapter didn't feature much of Wednesday and Lillith but it's still important storyline. Our lovely couple will be main focus in the next chapter!

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