Title: Hotel Transylvania – part 7

Text:

Please don't kill me. I'm so young.

I have so many places I want to see.

I've got tickets to six Dave Matthews Band concerts.

I'm getting out of here.

Shut up already.

It's impossible for me to think with all your noise.

Sorry, Glen. Go back to sleep.

- Wait. Aren't you going to suck my blood?
- Classic human paranoia.

Human blood is so fatty,
and you never know where it's been.

So, Dracula doesn't drink blood?

No, I use a blood substitute.

Either Near Blood or Blood Beaters.
You can't tell the difference.

So, you're, like, the real Count Dracula.

Like, I'm Dracula.

I've never said that in my life.

I don't know where that comes from.

Can I just ask, what exactly is this place?

What is this place?

It's a place I built
for all those monsters out there,

lurking in the shadows,
hiding from the persecution of humankind.

A place for them and their families
to come to and be themselves.

A place void of torches,
pitchforks, angry mobs.

A place of peace, relaxation

and tranquility.

Cool. So, it's like a hotel for monsters?

Yes, exactly. A hotel for monsters.

Way to sum it up.

Okay, hop on my back. We're leaving.

Oh, man, you're a bat now.

I always wanted to fly. What's it like?

This is insane. Wait. Wait, I want to stay.

Can Frankenstein sign my costume?
Can I meet the Invisible Man?

Hey, if I stuck my hand in the Invisible Man's mouth,

- would it disappear?

- Hi.

Mavey! What are you doing,

my sweet little blood orange?

Our friend was just leaving.

Yeah, he was flying me out the window.

This guy, he's so funny.

Look, you have something on your face.

Play along if you ever want to see your precious backpack.

So, wait, you didn't have any clothes on when you were a bat?

Or were they bat-sized?

Who exactly is that?

Honeybat.

You see, it's your birthday.

And you know I want you to have the bestest, specialest party of your life.

So, well, I needed some help.

You needed help?

Well, look, I am very good,but I thought it would be

even more bestest, specialest if someone closer to your age helped plan the party.

- You're my age?

- Sure.

Well, how old are you?

118.

One hundred and...

Yeah, I'm 121.

Really?

You see? Everything is very, very normal.

I'm throwing a party, and he's helping.

- Sir, there's an emergency.

- Not now.

Can't you see we're in the middle of something very normal here?

Wait, what's going on here?

There's an emergency in your precious hotel, and you're not running to fix it?

Why? Is it because of him?

Look at my face.

No, precious bones, it's not because of him.

Good. Then go check on the emergency,

and I'll keep him company.

- No! Anything but that!

- What?

I mean, because he needs time to plan.

And if you're keeping him company,

then he's not planning.

He is company-keeping,

and then the plan, it's...

It doesn't get planned.

- Good one.

- Shut up!

Okay. So, maybe if you're not

planning later, we can hang out.

- Sounds good.

- Yes. You hear that?

It sounds good.

So you will hang out.

See you later, my honey. Lovely.

Okay, you're not hanging out.

Because you are leaving.

But the opposite, you said.

But, sir, the emergency.

Follow me.

Boy, that kid smelled.