Hotel Transylvania 2 Page #2

through some thoughts I had,

as your new human relations

coordinating co-assistant.

Sure. It's a real job.

Not a cheap excuse to keep Mavis

happy, so you never leave here.

Right. So,

I was thinking,

since we have so many humans now,

maybe update some of the acts?

Like, maybe the magician?

What's wrong with

Harry Three-Eye?

Well, he might be a little

old-school for the humans.

Tell me,

sir, what was your card?

The three of spades?

Is this your card, my friend?

Whoa!

No, Harry's great.

Can't blame Harry for

the crowd not being hip.

Okay, what about Wayne?

Wayne? Are you nuts? He's my boy.

Then maybe something

other than tennis?

Okay, so, what you wanna do

is lift the racket right on impact,

so you get that nice top spin.

Try and hit one.

What is

that? What's the noise? It's on me!

It's just

the cell phone I got you.

Clifton's sending you a text so

you can practice how to write back.

Oh!

Eh...

What the...

It's not doing it.

I got it.

Now you can text Clifton.

All right, fine.

How do you do this?

Maybe it's your fingernails.

It's easy.

Look. I'll text Mavis.

Psyched for date night.

See? And

now look, she texted right back.

"Gotta cancel.

Can't leave Dennis. "

Okay.

Are we never

allowed to be alone again?

I need to feel loved, too.

And send.

Okay. All that taught me

is that you're pathetic.

Yeah, got it. Maybe you

should just get Bluetooth.

Okay.

Blue Tooth, come over here.

So, now what?

Rise and shine, my Denisovich.

Hi, Papa.

Hello, my little devil.

Did you have sweet nightmares?

Uh-huh. I dreamed

that I saw a stegosaurus.

Oh... And were you

drinking his blood?

No.

Just throwing it out there.

Hey! You want to

do something cool?

Yeah!

I'm going to teach you how

to turn into a bat. Like me.

See?

Cool.

Yes! Cool, like I said.

Now you try.

I'm a bat.

I'm a bat.

I'm a bat. I'm a bat.

I'm a bat.

I mean, a real bat.

I'm a bat!

Denisovich. Take a breath.

You can really turn into a bat.

Try. Feel the bat.

Not a chicken.

What's that?

The electric boogaloo?

If I show you I can bust a

move, will you try to fly, then?

Uh-huh.

Dad? Why are you guys dancing?

Uh, he was sleep-dancing.

Come on, sweetie.

Back to bed.

"Back to bed"?

It's already after 8:00 p. m.

Don't you remember

the new sleep schedule?

He's going to human

classes half the day.

Uh...

If he could just sleep till 2:00 a.

m. tonight, it'd be so great for him.

But, honeydeath,

six of Wayne's wolf pups

are having

a birthday party tonight.

You wouldn't want

him to miss that.

Dad, I love the wolf pups, but

they're a little too rough for Dennis.

"Too rough"?

Haven't you noticed?

Dennis is different.

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