Hotel Transylvania Page #4

This is all my fault.

You have to leave.

-Oh, no.

-Excuse me.

One of your piranhas in the lake is very rude.

He ate my sister-in-law.

Be right with you.

Mr. Dracula, we asked for a room

with a view of the pool.

The room's fine. We want to book a massage.

-Yes, Swedish.

-Shiatsu.

-Aromatherapy.

-Lower back.

-Do you have hot-stone?

-We want a massage.

-l'll get back to you, Mr. Hydraberg.

-l hope so.

-l doubt it.

-See that you do.

-That's Ms. Hydraberg.

-Thanks.

-Yes, nice to see you.

-Dude, seriously, what's up?

lt's kind of funky to breathe under here.

Drac. Hey, Drac. How'd it go with Mavey?

Hey. Where'd you go?

Wow!

This room's kind of small for a big castle.

No bed, but check out these

awesome dustpans they give you.

Quiet, you fool.

What weapons are you keeping

in this container?

Your pitchforks?

l can't breathe.

lt's killing me.

Yeah, definitely due for a fluff and fold.

What is this?

A torture device?

A secret mind controller?

You won't read my thoughts.

l won't let you.

Dude, it's just music.

Here, try it.

lt's taking my soul!

What? lt's a good jam. Don't be a grandpa.

You need to go.

No human has ever entered this castle.

And if someone should see you,

the safety of the hotel, the sanctuary,

no one would ever come again.

Yeah, go for it.

"Ever come again!"

l love your Dracula voice. lt's so over the top.

And Mavis, if she saw you,

she would know that l lied. No!

Who's Mavis? ls this her room?

l'm good with a roommate.

l had six brothers growing up,

so l could totally share.

l can't kill him.

lt would set monsters back

hundreds of years.

One time, in Hamburg,

l roomed with this dude

who l caught stealing my shampoo.

l said, "Whoa, man," and he threw

a flower pot at me, but he was cool.

What are you babbling about?

What? Whoa.

Check out these awesome costumes.

Costumes.

What's this? Sorry, man.

l just can't be without my backpack.

-You know, everything l own's in there.

-lt'll be right here.

Okay, l just... l love my backpack.

Whoa. Hey, what are you doing?

What are you...

What are you doing to my hair?

Stop. Oh, wait, that tickles.

Come on, man.

Check it out. l'm a Franken-homie.

-Yes, hello.

-Look at me!

This is totally normal, not a problem here.

This is just a monster with me.

Man, everybody stepped it up tonight.

Wait, why are we going to the front door?

Are we leaving?

Bonjour, Dracula!

Hey, Sniffy. What's going on?

Not right now, Quasimodo.

What?

No. Don't be absurd.

lt's not a human, but Monsieur Dracula.

How ridiculous. lt's me.

-The devilled lizard fingers.

-Devilled lizard fingers?

l asked for spleens-in-blankets.

You ugly fool! l told you, he doesn't like

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