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Oh! Give blood today!

It'll save lives tomorrow.

Which could be your own,

because we live in Spooksville.

Don't make us come after you.

I'm talking about you, minivan!

Sally.

Sally Wilcox.

Have you been threatening people again?

No.

It's called extreme suggestion.

Well, I do believe I will

take you and your friends off

sign detail, but you can be

assistant junior helpers at the

juice and cookie table at the dance.

And Sally gets us demoted.

Oh, it's hardly that.

Just that with the blood drive

being pushed back a month this

year, it's been a trial for me.

But do come to the dance.

I could really use the help, and

I wouldn't want you to miss it.

Nope. We're on it, Ms. Clench!

Aah!

Did you bite me?

Yes, I did.

Mrs. Clench is so opinionated and bossy.

No one wants to be around that

for more than two seconds.

She must have other redeeming qualities.

You know, she is head of the

Lizzie Borden Booster Club.

I'm just happy we're doing a

plain old blood drive.

It's so normal.

I can't believe you guys do it.

Of course we do it.

And don't forget to vote for me

for Vampire Queen.

I know I'm gonna win this year.

I can almost taste it.

You just want the honor of

riding in the cart with all the

donated blood bags to the hospital.

Well, duh.

Blood-bag photo op would be

great for my blog, "Being Sally Wilcox."

Blood cart. Right.

I managed to keep that out of my mind.

Now, once again, the normal ship

sails far, far away from Spooksville.

Sally, just the person I wanted to see.

Whoa, Scaredy!

Killer fangs.

How'd you get them to look so real?

I love it when a costume comes together.

And... you two are helping?

I thought that you said that

Scaredy disgusted you both.

That's an actual quote, remember?

They're my adoring followers,

Watch, just like Sally will be,

now that I'm a real vampire.

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Whoa!

Stanley, what are you doing?

I'm gonna make Sally one of

my three vampire brides, of course.

Of course.

One of these? Are you crazy?

Hey, don't worry.

You're gonna be the leader of

the other two.

I would be in charge of these

two walking mannequins?

Whew. That would be payback.

No, no.

No. No.

I can do better than that.

We'll see about that.

What the... ow!

Aah!

Ow!

For the love of Dracula... that

really hurt.

Easy!

Ow!

Guys.

In you go.

No!

Oh, my gosh!

There's, like, two hours until

the dance, and you're totally

not ready yet.

You better get going.

Of course there's vampires here.

Why wouldn't there be?

And what do you guys do in the

monster-iest place on Earth?

You have a blood drive, and you

put the blood into a cart and

have it for a school dance.

You know what?

Why don't you just ring the

vampire dinner bell?

You know, when you say it out

loud, it does kind of sound like

pretty poor planning.

That's just how the blood

drive's always been.

Okay, just give me the bad news.

Do Spooksville vampires shoot

flames out of their eyes or turn

into killer robots?

Just tell me now.

Everything you just said was ridiculous.

They're just regular vampires.

Well, if they're so regular,

how can Scaredy be out?

It's daylight.

Oh, he thinks sunlight hurts vampires.

Completely false.

Vampires were actually the one

that started that rumor.

Fun little fact... most vamp

attacks actually occur at the beach.

So do they sparkle, too?

What?

No. That's stupid.

Anyway, Scaredy couldn't have

been bitten too long ago.

I had 1st-period gym with him

this morning, and he was completely fine.

We need to find the master vamp

behind all this before the

change becomes permanent.

What's going on here?

Principal Blackwater, we have

to tell you some...

I was, uh,

giving blood and found these

bags not properly disposed of.

What are you doing here?

You're not on the dance committee.

Unauthorized students are not to

be in the hallways after school hours.

We were just getting our costumes... Yeah.

...for the dance.

Well, you should have left

them in the gym like everyone else.

Detention next week.

Rules are rules.

By the way, have you seen Mr. Katzman?

He's been missing since 3rd

period without a note.

Uh, Scar... Scaredy?

No, um, sorry. Stanley?

Nope. I haven't seen him.

I think that was a

Charley horse... or a jimmy leg

or something like that.

There it is again.

Hurts.

On your way, then.

And I expect to see you at the

dance later... for school spirit.

Suddenly I'm not so big on school spirit.

You guys, she wasn't giving blood.

She was taking it from poor Scaredy.

That's how he got turned.

And you notice how she wanted

all of us to be at the dance?

She's gonna turn the whole

school into her own private banquet.

Who will, in turn, become an

army of the undead.

So, anyone a vampire feeds on

becomes a vampire.

Eventually, wouldn't everyone be

a vampire, and there wouldn't be

anyone else to bite?

Yeah, well, vampires aren't

known for their long-range planning.

Whatever.

I say we ambush Blackwater and

make her release Scaredy and

anyone else she might have

gotten her fangs into.

We need something to defend

ourselves with, though.

I was in the Springville Vulture Scouts.

Our motto was, "embrace the horror."

Ca-caw!

Come on.

Here.

Look at this.

It details every blood drive.

And there's always a 30-or

40-pint difference between the

amount of blood donated and the

amount that actually got

delivered to the blood bank.

Well, if there's still any

doubt to whether we found our

master vamp, there's blood on the floor.

But if she's been skimming

blood from the blood drives each

year, then why... Watch.

What?

Your leg.

You must have got scraped by

Scaredy's fang when he got you

in the hallway.

But it's my leg, right?

And he scratched me.

I have to get bitten on the neck.

That's a very interesting research topic.

How deeply do you have to get

bitten for you to turn into a vampire?

Research done.

Not deep.

Are you kidding me?

Why can't I get cool,

dangerous-looking fangs like all

the other vampires?

Ugh.

I look like Bucky the Beaver's

little sister.

I can't even open a soda can

with these pathetic little baby fangs.

No, no, no, Sally.

Your fangs look great.

Perfect for you.

Yeah.

Uh... Flattering, even.

Yeah, Sally.

I-I can't stop looking at them.

They're... perfect.

Besides, you can still

see your reflection in the mirror.

That means we have time to change you back.

What's wrong?

I smell everything... and you guys stink.

Ugh, your sweat!

Adam, your socks... burn them!

Watch, what is that unbearably

fruity shampoo?

If I don't condition, I get split ends.

There's something else...

Something yummy.

Is it a fresh-baked muffin in

someone's locker?

Or that Hungarian-noodle bake

in the cafeteria?

That can be good.

No.

No, it's your blood... warm,

delicious blood.

Whoa! Ow!

Oh, my gosh, I want to drink your blood.

That is so gross!

It's probably filled with corn

syrup and lard.

Aah! So gross!

Stop.

We can't do anything for her right now.

We have to get Blackwater to release her.

And I have a plan.

That way, we can use Scaredy to

lure Blackwater into our trap.

Unless she gets us first.

Hello, boys.

I apologize for being such a

grumpy gus when you were so nice

to volunteer.

I tend to get a little irritable

before important events, and

this dance means the world to me.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

Have a cookie.

What? I'm starving.

Ms. Clench, you have to get out of here.

Principal Blackwater is a

vampire, and she's gonna bite

everyone at the dance.

Oh, my goodness.

You got me.

You are quite the joker, young man.

Well, I'd love to stay and

chitchat some more, but, uh,

there are a few last-minute

details I need to finalize

before I make my grand entrance

at the dance... no rest for the wicked.

Ta!

Missus... Forget it, Adam.

It's Spooksville.

Now give me a second while I

open this locker.

No, no, no.

Shouldn't we put on thicker

clothes first or get a stake

ready or something?

What about the Vulture Scouts?

Ca-caw! Ca-caw!

It's not needed.

But he's a vampire.

And so am I now.

Sally got me.

No, no, no, you didn't get

bitten or scratched.

That's as high as she can get.

Adam, look, we're three good friends.

Two of us changed into vampires.

You have to join us.

It would be rude not to.

I'm so not going to prom with

you if you bite me with those

stubby, little fangs.

I thought you said they were fine!

Oh, you are so getting bitten now.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Extremely garlicky holy water!

I think I'm allergic!

Of course you're allergic!

We're vampires!

Aah!

You're coming with me.

This room is safeguarded.

We should be quite comfortable

here until help arrives.

Help?

Vampire hunters, of course.

I put in a call.

How do you know vampire hunters?

I know because I used to be one.

My maiden name is Van Helsing.

Whoa.

We thought that you were the

master vampire, but you're a

vampire hunter.

That's great.

Uh, what do we do?

What's the plan?

To wait inside this room

until help arrives.

Were you not listening?

What do you mean?

Pe... people are in danger... my

friends, everyone at this school.

And you're a vampire hunter.

Not anymore.

I used to be the best.

I was the youngest hunter to

kill 100 vampires using

single-strike blows.

So what happened?

I was tracking a particularly

brutal vampire.

No one had witnessed anything

like the carnage he had

committed for centuries.

I found him.

After quite a struggle, I staked

him through the heart.

So the problem is...?

Problem is, he was human.

Vampires are one thing.

They need to be destroyed.

But I staked a real person.

Yeah, but he was a serial killer.

That was the end.

I am not a hunter anymore.

Well, then be the principal of the school.

You're so big on rules.

I'm sure there's a rule against

a vampire making kids into undead minions.

You can do this.

No time.

By my estimate, the vampirelings

will be full vampires, beginning

with Mr. Katzman, in about half an hour.

With any luck, we'll only lose

the first 10 or 20.

Are you out of your mind?

Forget it. Tell me what to do.

It takes years of training to be a hunter.

Well, I need the five-minute version.

Please? The dance starts in 10.

This modified stave was my favorite.

But the hand reaper is the

easiest weapon for the beginner.

You simply cut the vampire's head off.

Whoa.

These are my friends and classmates.

I'm not going medieval and

cutting anyone's head off.

Then you're leaving here to

become a late-night snack.

You'll have to get past the

vampirelings to fight their master.

The only way to defeat a master

is to get close enough that it

can kill you.

Can you show me all the

things you've confiscated from

the kids at school?

I have an idea.

Hold off the new vamps.

Find the master.

No problem.

Okay, let's do this.

Oh, no.

How am I gonna find vampires at

a dance where everyone is

dressed like a vampire?

Ugh!

Sorry. I-I didn't... sorry.

Come on, man. Not cool.

Adam.

Sorry.

Aah!

Sorry.

Who does he think he is?

Aah!

Sorry. Sorry. My bad.

Wrong person. Wrong person.

Adam, you're being a jerk.

Why are you doing that?

Aah!

Aah!

Stop this instant, Adam.

You're absolutely ruining the dance.

I don't think so.

What makes you think you have a choice?

Aah!

He can't get us all!

You're out of holy water.

So now what?

Now... Say hello to my new best friends.

Aah!

These water balloons are

filled with vampire-fighting

goodness, made with a playful

mix of holy water, garlic, and rutabaga.

Oh, my goodness.

What's happening here?

What do you think you're doing?

Ms. Clench, you have to stay out of here.

Some of these kids are vampires.

Oh, dear.

That's terrible.

I thought they'd all be vampires by now.

Of course.

It was you all along.

You were the one that started

the blood drive.

You were the one that stole

those missing bags.

Guilty as charged.

The blood drive was moved back a

month this year, and I went hungry.

It's bad enough I have to drink

stale blood, when I'd love to

drink it warm and fresh every

day, straight from the jugular.

Gross.

You think you can stop me

with a few garlic-laced water balloons?

I'm 500 years old.

We vampires grow more powerful

through the years.

How could you ever beat me, when

real vampire hunters have failed

for centuries?

I guess we'll see.

We will, 'cause I'm beginning

to feel a bit... hmm... peckish,

meaning I could eat.

Aah!

Stop your struggling and

close your eyes, and you will

get a big surprise... and a cookie after.

Unhand that student.

I smell a party crasher.

Get out of here.

I smell a Van Helsing.

Get out of here!

Hurry!

Go!

Run!

I knew what you were the

moment you showed up in town,

but you were clearly broken... a

sad, little bunny.

You're no hunter.

I may not be much of a hunter

anymore, but I am an excellent principal.

Did you really think this was

gonna end any way other than

with you in my eternal embrace?

I was counting on it.

That's for those foul cookies of yours.

Ew! I drank your blood!

It's not my fault.

You bit me.

I thank you, Mr. Freeman.

I didn't do anything but

remind you who you are... a

great principal.

You know, we research strange

things that go on around here.

Would you... Mr. Freeman, I am the

principal of

Lizzie Borden High school, not a

glorified ghoul hunter, and,

children, remember, detention next week.

Rules are rules.

Well, that's that.

Now the entire student body has

been exposed to the Spooksville weirdness.

I wouldn't count on that, Adam.

With the master now dead, any

vampirelings will quickly forget

that any of this ever happened.

Well, then how do you remember?

Remember what?

The vampire.

It's a vampire dance, Adam.

I thought you would have gotten that.

Ugh.

This place is even more dead

than it was last year.

Let's get out of here.

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