Grampa happily sold Drac the Buick and even threw in a bag of Pork Cracklins.
“Drac, I gotta be honest,” said Grampa, “this car breaks down about every other week and the weeks in between.”
“It matters not,” said Dracula. “I shall give it a complete tune-up and lube job, and then I vill replace the engine vith the heart of a Siberian volf hound!”
“Hey, whatever works,” said Grampa.
Drac got so overjoyed with his new car that…
He turned into a bat!
“You people are so kind,” Drac said, “and to think I vas considering draining the blood from your necks and feeding it to my truck.”
“OH, YOU CHARMER!” Gramma said, blushing.
“COME, MUDSUCKER!” summoned Dracula. “You must return me to the colosseum before dawn!”