followed to the letter,
''will open a hole into Limbo itself
''where dwell the damned;
''a vortex, which like a great whirlwind,
can swallow
the forces of evil forever.''
Well...does it describe
the procedure at all?
ln detail.
This was the last entry.
On this date, he was to battle
those forces himself.
lnteresting.
lt is tomorrow's date,
one hundred years ago!
A hundred years ago?
Tomorrow night.
- Thank you very much.
- Thanks.
Bye. Thank you very much
for all your time.
Thank you.
l expect you boys thought l was some
kind of monster myself?
A vampire, perhaps?
That's quite all right.
But l am not, you know.
lf l were a vampire,
then l wouldn't have a reflection.
Now, would l?
Man, you sure know a lot about monsters.
Now that you mention it...
l suppose l do.
Guys, wait up!
Tomorrow night?
What do we have to do again?
Blow a hole in Dumbo?
Limbo, stupid.
So, how do we know
the amulet's there, anyway?
Because, you dweeb,
Dracula's obviously here looking for it.
lf we don't find it before he does,
we're beast bait.
Okay, so, say we get the amulet.
Then what?
Wait till midnight...and?
We get a virgin.
- A virgin?
- Yeah.
Okay, right.
Then what?
Well, our virgin takes the amulet,
reads the magic spell from the book,
and, blamo, we blow a hole in Limbo.
That's so easy.
- Oh, a cinch.
- Piece of cake. Yeah.
- Rudy. Question.
- Shoot.
Know any virgins?
Okay. Rudy, find some silver bullets.
And where the hell
am l supposed to find silver bullets?
- Kmart?
- l don't know. Gimme a break.
Fat Kid, get a map.
Find Shadowbrook Road.
What, do l look in the index
for ''big, scary mansion''?
Oh, you're a riot.
You guys!
How can we trust Scary German Guy?
Why would he lie about a thing like this?
Sean!
Phoebe, have a life. Okay?
You're being a spaz!
God!
You bit me, you brat!
l'm tellin' Mom on you!
Would you look?
lt's okay, you guys!
He's friends with us.
Come on!
Don't be chickenshit!
Come on.
l want to show you my friends.
Sean, no.
Oh, go for it.
Sean, are you crazy?
That's a walkin' dead guy.
Sean, please don't die.
Are...are you dead?
Dead?
Does Mom know about him?
No. Only us.
Hey, guys, get over here!
He's great!
Now can l be in the Monster Club?
l can't believe it.
Frankenstein's monster in our clubhouse.
Let's ask him to leave, okay?
You're not still scared, are you?
Well, he is a little bit gross, Sean.
Scraps.
l taught him to talk.
Bogus.
Give me...
a...break.
Huddle up, you guys.
Sean, we gotta get an adult.
And your dad's a cop,
so if we get your dad--
Absolutely no grown-ups. Okay?
They'll lock him up
in a cage or something.
Dissect him.
- Or put him on TV!
- Fat Kid.
Why are you such a lame-oid?
You're the lame one.
Bogus!
Bogus.
Dudes, check it out.
Scary?
The amulet is near.
Very near, yes.
Van Helsing, your disciples
were very clumsy,
trying to hide from me
the very thing that is mine.
No hiding, never, from me.
lt's here!
My prize.
Soon, Van Helsing...
soon, the creatures of the night
shall rule the world.
And there is no one to stop us!
l do regret the dosage, my friend.
Most, lethal...
by human standards.
But then, human standards
do not apply, do they?
Well, l'll go have a bite
while you change into something more...
comfortable.
Last night,
near the ambulance crash,
get this-- eyewitness report:
long black hearse.
No plates.
You wanna ask me
about the hood ornament?
What about the hood ornament?
l thought you'd never ask.
A silver skull.
l consider this an exciting lead.
l am excited.
Are you excited? l'm thrilled.
Put out an APB.
l already did.
l'm a very good policeman.
You know?
Crenshaw.
Hurry!
Get all your men and send them
down to 666 Shadowbrook road!
lt's an old mansion!
He's found the amulet!
There's no time!
Who the hell is this?
l'm the one they shot last night!
l'm a werewolf now, but--
Have a nice night.
No! No! No! No!
Don't hang up!