[Wednesday] It's been an eventful summer.
♪ Raindrops on roses ♪
[dark cover of "My Favorite Things" plays]
♪ And whiskers on kittens ♪
[Wednesday] I'm tied up in a serial killer's basement.
Who said nightmares don't come true?
♪ Bright copper kettles ♪
♪ And warm woolen mittens ♪
[Wednesday] He's under the delusion that I'm his next victim.
♪ Brown paper packages Tied up with strings ♪
I'll let him cherish that notion while I explain my predicament.
♪ These are a few of my favorite things ♪
[Wednesday] I spent my vacation mastering my psychic ability.
All the answers were in Goody's book of spells.
[whispering softly]
With my ability now under control,
I set my sights on an obsession I've had since I was six years old.
[school bell rings]
[young Wednesday] Before dying, victim number 11
described the suspect.
[Wednesday] The Kansas City Scalper,
America's most elusive serial killer.
…blood everywhere.
To psychically locate him,
all I needed was an object from one of his crime scenes.
[mischievous music playing]
[Wednesday] The Scalper's 11th victim
dropped her prized bowling ball when she was snatched.
[distorted audio whooshes]
[animals yipping, yowling]
[Wednesday] With the Scalper finally in my crosshairs,
I had one final harrowing obstacle to overcome.
[PA system chimes]
[announcer] Welcome to Newark Airport.
Random screening searches are a requirement at this airport.
American Airlines flight AA8272 to Kansas City is now boarding at gate 43.
[alarm blaring]
Anything else on your person?
I need a wand on this one.
Arms.
[wand beeping rapidly]
[sighs huffily]
[announcer] Attention all passengers…
Which part of "prohibited items" don't you understand, young lady?
The part where you believe
cramming hundreds of people into a metal tube flying through the air
creates some sort of utopia where weapons aren't needed.
Can we get a bag check?
Yeah.
I'm headed to the Junior Embalmers Convention in Kansas City.
It's a prosthetic hand.
Yeah, that's not the problem.
You care to explain this?
Curious.
[tersely] I have no idea how that ended up there.
This is over 3.4 ounces, which means it's a big no-no.
I'd appreciate it if you didn't waste our time.
Sun cream? Seriously?
[dog barks]
[idly whistling]
Are your serial killer services listed online too?
[foreboding music builds]
[distorted audio whooshes]
[breathing heavily]
[eerie music playing]
I made you a gift.
[gasps]
[chuckles]
It's how I remember all my…
special guests.
Let me show you some of my own handiwork.
[doll creaking]
[muffled yelling]
[Scalper yelling, struggling]
-[flesh crunches] -[screaming]
[groans, grunts]
-[blows landing] -[Scalper grunting]
[silencing blow lands]
What?
It's nothing. Just a minor psychic glitch.
You're not to breathe a word of this to anyone, you understand?
Especially my mother.
Now.
[wheezing]
Let's play dolls.
[screaming]
[jauntily macabre music playing]
[music trails off]
["Un Mundo Raro" by Chavela Vargas playing]
[intricate, vibrant music continues]
[Vargas singing soulfully in Spanish]
I'm not finding anything related to black tears.
[Thing tapping]
Like I said, it's just a glitch.
[Morticia] Darling, Lurch has packed the car.
We must be off.
You don't want to be late for the first day of school.
I was hoping to spend more time with you this summer.
I feel like I've barely seen you.
Writers should refill their creative cups before they begin again.
So I indulged in my favorite passions, torment and humiliation.
-When do I get to read your novel? -[dramatic sting]
[Wednesday] When the sun explodes
and the earth is consumed in a molten apocalypse.
Soon, Mother. Soon.
Chop-chop.
Remember where your loyalty lies.
[Chavela Vargas continues singing in Spanish]
[quirky, elegant music playing]
[Gomez] That's my boy.
You and your Uncle Fester with the same ability.
You're a chip off the old executioner's block.
Stick your finger in enough sockets, you learn a thing or two.
It's so weird that it skipped you, Dad.
Being an Outcast isn't about what you can do.
It's a state of mind.
You need to work on your aim.
Pugsley has always struggled with his aim.
From potty training to his first grenade launcher.
[Gomez chuckles]
Lurch can attest to that. Can't you, old chap?
[projectile whistling]
[Lurch grouses]
I'm just glad to see you taking an interest in your brother.
I'm keeping a mental list of how his ability can serve my needs.
That's the spirit, my little bombita.
There is no "we" in family.
Only an "i."
[Wednesday] There's a stop sign.
Hit the O, dead center.
I'm not sure I can.
If you don't, I'll be forced to hit eject.
[scoffs] Only Dad's button can do that.
I had Thing rewire it.
[grunts]
[parents chuckling]
-[horn honks] -[brakes screech]
[screams]
[parents continue chuckling]
[muffled pop music playing]
["Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer playing on radio]
♪ Down by the broken treehouse ♪
♪ Swing me upon its hanging tire ♪
♪ Bring… Bring… Bring your flowered hat ♪
[shutter snapping]
[woman] Oh, come here!
[excited giggling]
[crow caws]
[eerie music playing]
[caws]
[crow caws]
[caws menacingly]
[murder of crows caw persistently]
They're onto me.
If I don't make it, the evidence is safe at the bullpen.
[cawing]
[screaming]
[ominous music intensifying]
[gloomy, imposing music playing]
[imposing music swells]
[Morticia] Mmm.
Wait.
This is the first time you've ever willingly returned to a school.
-How does it feel? -Like returning to the scene of the crime.
I already know where the bodies are buried.
No more uncontrolled chaos.
I will bend this place to my will.
Be careful, dear.
Control is often an illusion.
Like I let your father believe he's in charge of this family.
Do you think I'll actually make a friend here?
[Gomez] You'll make lots of friends.
These are our people.
Poor Pugsley.
Your father and I will get him settled in.
Promise me… you will take care of your brother.
I always do.
[crying]
[cheekily grim music playing]
[music halts]
Here are the ground rules.
No eye contact without permission.
Bullying assistance requests must be submitted through writing.
And Thing reports to me.
Understand?
[Gomez chuckling]
[Gomez] Ooh!
Creamies!
[student 1] Wednesday!
-There she is! -Right there, in black!
Can I get your autograph?
I only sign my name in blood.
I would expect nothing less.
I never said it was my own blood.
[excited titter]
You are done here.
Shoo.
That was disturbing.
You better get used to it.
You're a big deal after the whole saving the school from the demon pilgrim thing.
Why does anyone still care?
You're not much of a clout chaser, are you?
Popularity doesn't play by the laws of physics.
The harder you repel it, the harder it comes for you.
[man] Wednesday Addams!
[excitedly] Oh, oh, oh, oh!
It is an honor to meet the savior of Nevermore.
Allow me to introduce myself.
Barry Dort, your new principal.
Um…
Would you like a sticker?
Only if you have one that says "do not resuscitate."
[chortling]
There's that wicked tongue I've heard about.
I love it.
I am reinstating the Founder's Pyre ceremony.
It's an old Outcast tradition.
Big bonfire. Tomorrow night.
And the best part is, I want you to be our student of honor.
I'd rather be burned at the stake.
Aw! Please consider it. I want us to be allies in this struggle.
What struggle?
Returning Nevermore to its glory days.
I hate to speak ill of the dead,
but in this case, Weems really fudged up.
I don't like to speak ill of the dead either.
It's much more fun to demonize the living.
-[eccentric music playing] -[shocked laughter]
[student] Yes!
[muffled clattering, clamoring]
We need to set better traps out here.
["Um Oh Ah Yeh" by Mamamoo playing]
[students clamoring playfully]
[peppy pop music playing]
-Howdy, roomie. -Enid.
All right! Everyone out. Thanks for the help.
[chatter and music subside]
-[student 1] Come on. -[student 2] Told ya!
Don't put too much pressure on it.
No pressure. Right. Got it.
Catch up with you later at the lupin cages?
-With the others. -Absolutely, Bruno.
Can't wait.
[exhales]
How was your vacay?
Because I had the best summer ever,
and I've been dying to tell you all about it.
I'm sure I'll want to kill you after you tell me, so…
we both win.
Well, I'll spare you the details, but…
I did get you a gift at Lupinpalooza in Golden Gate Park.
Don't worry. It's not a snood.
Get it? Like Beowulf?
I thought you'd love the literary reference.
Nothing like a bad pun to throw dirt on the coffin of epic poetry.
I got you a gift as well. From my summer travels.
[somber music playing]
[Enid, shakily] Uh… Oh.
Thank you.
I mean, it is a little creepy, but, um, the curls are super soft.
It's made from real human hair.
Hmm.
I just have so many goals this year.
[sighs] I wanna secure my place in the pack,
become dance troupe captain, and finally join the Nightshades.
What about you?
Avoid people and work on my new Viper de la Muerte novel.
Doesn't sound like much of a personal evolution.
I don't evolve. I cocoon.
Speaking of your novel, was that publisher interested?
I call it death by a thousand notes.
Ooh…
This one here just looks like a typo.
It's not. That's the Old English spelling for dismemberment.
This novel was two years of my life.
They'll have to pry it out of my cold, dead hands before I change a single word.
[knocking at door]
That better not be any more brattish autograph hounds.
Tell me about it. We seriously need to set some boundaries.
Let's post hours to sign stuff in the student lounge.
Hi, Wednesday. How was your summer?
I scalped a serial killer.
Huh.
Is, uh… Is Enid around?
She left earlier with the pack.
I threatened to neuter them if they didn't get out.
Well, would you mind giving her this?
[sighs] Thanks for covering.
I know the only thing you hate more than color is relationship drama.
Machiavelli once said that friendship is watching a person's slow drip of miseries
and feeling honored to be present for their most dismal moments.
Does that mean…
In 25 words or less. Go.
I'm not sure how I feel about Ajax anymore.
He's sweet and cute,
but he's still in love with the old me, and I've changed.
Hey, look at that. Exactly 25 words.
Talk to him and get it over with.
If I do that, then it'll be like an arrow through his--
[Enid yelps]
Holy crap!
[suspenseful music playing]
"Welcome back, Wednesday. I'm still watching."
-Wait. You have a stalker? -Don't be jealous.
[distorted audio whooshes]
I didn't see the stalker.
You've got a little something.
It's nothing.
[gasping]
Caliban Hall.
My old stomping ground.
[laughing]
Hi, Pugsley. I'm--
Ah!
Electricity. Cool.
And you must be Janet.
Wednesday told us all about you.
[Gomez] Caliban. I put that up.
Sue and I weren't sure we wanted Eugene to come back to Nevermore.
But he insisted.
I did help save the school.
[gasps] I remember that day.
What was it like getting gutted by a Hyde?
I still wake up screaming sometimes.
Whoa.
That's… awesome!
[Janet] Why don't we give the boys some space?
Lurch will be up with your things.
And we'll see you downstairs.
Remember, boys,
the friends you make here will be your brothers for life.
You'll kill for each other,
and provide alibis.
-[Eugene chuckles weakly] -Hmm.
[overwhelmed exhale]
What's with the bugs?
[Eugene] At first, I could only control bees,
but lately I've been able to control other insects too.
Watch this.
They're so… juicy.
Perfect for late-night munchies.
They're pets, not snacks.
Maybe after we unpack, we could hang out?
Actually, I'm meeting up with some other guys.
I could tag along.
They're kind of new-ish friends.
I don't mind. It's not like I have any old ones.
I owe your sister a lot, which is why I agreed to be your roommate.
Let's just see how this pans out first, okay?
Yeah. Sure.
[knocking at door]
Yo, bee boy!
-Oh, you've grown. -Ajax. What are you doing here?
I'm your new resident advisor.
-If you have any questions-- -Can you stone me with your snakes?
That's not gonna happen.
Are you and Enid still together? Or she finally come to her senses?
Do you two have any dorm-related questions?
Okay. Well, welcome to Caliban. It's going to be a great year.
[student 1] That's her.
-[squeals] I can't believe it. -[student 2] My God.
I liked it better when I was feared and hated.
Principal Dort, have you met our little angel of death?
Yep. I'm sure Wednesday would enjoy having you around more this year.
What do you mean, around more?
Principal Dort just asked me to chair the Gala Fundraising Committee.
[Dort] Vincent Thorpe chaired the last three years,
but after Xavier was falsely accused of murder,
he pulled his son and his endowment from Nevermore.
Xavier's not coming back this year?
He's heading to Reichenbach Academy in Switzerland.
I spent the summer there as an exchange student.
I remember, darling. It was the longest summer of my life.
[Gomez] Oh…
I realize I've ambushed you.
No, I usually enjoy a good ambush.
Especially when it involves daggers.
[Morticia snickers, coos]
Why don't you think about it overnight?
Tish and I will discuss it on the ride home.
Actually, I… I was hoping to keep you a little closer.
I thought the gardener's cottage was reserved for faculty.
Marilyn Thornhill lived here last year,
but thanks to Wednesday,
she is now enjoying much tighter quarters,
in prison.
Not pine box tight, but a girl can dream.
It's yours for the night.
And if you decide to become our gala chair,
consider this your home away from home.
I'll wait outside.
[Morticia gasps]
Who decorated this place?
A homicidal maniac.
Now, you shouldn't cast aspersions, dear.
Not all homicidal maniacs have such ghastly taste.
Nothing your putrefying touch couldn't fix, cara bella.
Hey, Dad, I found some old mousetraps under the sink.
-You want a snack? -Yeah.
Why would you want to be in charge of a gala?
Well, I wasn't expecting things to change so quickly.
Pugsley shot up like poison oak this summer,
and now that you're both at Nevermore,
I have been wondering what my next chapter might be.
The thought of you and Father in the house alone unsupervised
fills me with a sense of dread I usually reserve for costumed mascots.
But I won't consider this if it makes you uncomfortable.
I was born uncomfortable, Mother.
I know it's been hard… with Goody gone,
and no one from our bloodline reaching out to be your new spirit guide.
But if I was here,
I could be of assistance.
Temporarily, of course,
until a new guide presents themselves.
You're a Dove, I'm a Raven.
We're on different paths. You said so yourself.
I've had experience with Ravens.
Are you talking about your sister?
You've never been very forthcoming about Aunt Ophelia.
You remind me a lot of her.
Especially as you've gotten older.
You don't need to worry about me, Mother.
You should be focused on Pugsley.
We both know being tall and male will only get him so far.
Besides, he's got the brains of a dung beetle
and the ambition of a French bureaucrat.
-[door squeaks open] -What is it, querida?
[door closes]
Wednesday is hiding things from me.
I will not let history repeat itself.
[somber, thoughtful music playing]
I can handle my mother.
I'm not asking for her help because I don't need it.
I don't need yours either.
Keep your nosy fingers out of my business.
[siren wailing in distance]
[siren halts]
[chilling music playing]
[officer] The victim's Carl Bradbury, local private investigator.
Real sleaze.
Witnesses are Greg Mulligan and Debbie Prizeman.
Greg's the manager of the Piggly Wiggly and Debbie's one of his cashiers.
So Bradbury was out here catching our supermarket sweethearts in a tryst,
when he got attacked by a squad of kamikaze crows.
[officer] This is a first, even for Jericho.
[Santiago] Get the body to the morgue before he gets ripe.
Wednesday, can I help you?
Just admiring the view.
Sheriff Santiago.
I promise to be better than my predecessor.
That's an exceptionally low bar.
[scoffs]
[car doors slamming]
[engine turning over]
[tires skidding]
[tense, frantic music playing]
[grunts, groans]
Ow…
Galpin? What are you doing here?
The victim was a friend of mine. Carl Bradbury.
We were working a case together, and that's what got him killed.
I play cello, not violin.
Bradbury stumbled onto something. Said it could affect Outcasts.
-We're starting to scratch the surface. -You care about Outcasts now?
My son is an Outcast.
Yeah, I know what he's done, but…
Ms. Thornhill, she turned him into a monster.
Tyler was always a monster.
She just unlocked that in him. People don't change. Look at you.
You're still a broken, deluded man
who can't hide behind his tin badge anymore.
Badge never stopped you, did it?
I could use your help getting to the bottom of this.
You didn't just wind up at that crime scene by accident, Addams.
You were drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
It's a shame your psychological insight couldn't help you save your own son.
[tense music warbling]
If you change your mind, you come find me.
[crow caws overhead]
Just remember… the birds are always watching.
[caws menacingly]
Tonight, you're gonna hear the tale of the Skull Tree.
It's Caliban Hall tradition to tell this story on the first night of school.
[thunder crashes]
[Ajax] There once was a brilliant boy with a fragile heart.
He spent his days in bed,
drawing all the incredible machines he planned to build someday.
[delicate, mournful music playing]
Now the doctors, they only gave him months to live.
So he decided to design his own heart.
So that his body could keep up with his dazzling mind.
[beating steadily]
[beating halts]
The operation was successful.
But the clockwork heart had changed the boy.
He became cold,
and driven by ambition.
When he arrived at Nevermore,
he was hailed as the greatest mind to ever walk the halls.
[electricity crackles]
But his inventions became more dangerous.
Until one night…
his genius cost him his life.
Now, legend has it,
his body is buried at the foot of the Skull Tree
in an unmarked grave.
But if you put your ear to the skull's hollow left eye…
[tick echoing]
…you can still hear his clockwork heart.
Tick,
tick,
tick.
Only the bravest in Caliban Hall have ventured out at night
to take the dare to listen to the tick of the clockwork heart.
So will you?
[music fades out]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Miss Barclay, thanks for making the time.
What a wonderful first day it's been, hasn't it?
Oh, it's so nice to see this place brimming with Outcast energy.
Our most famous alumni would be proud.
I've been watching you.
How you interacted with your peers.
You know, charisma is something that…
Well, it can't be learned. It's a gift.
And you positively ooze it.
I'm guessing you have some political aspirations in your future?
I like the idea of creating real change for Outcasts.
Well, what if I told you
that you can start creating that change today?
As the fundraising gala's student liaison.
We really need to heat things up if we're going to hit our target.
And you have the sizzle factor I've been looking for.
Uh…
Wow. I'm honored.
But I'm not sure I have time to take on something like that.
I'm really sorry.
Me too.
I mean, you are a scholarship student, right?
The school is in a financial pickle,
and if we don't meet our fundraising goals,
I may be forced to let some of the scholarship students go.
I know how people feel about sirens.
But I don't share that view.
No Outcast should be limited or shamed.
Is that why you're asking me?
Because I'm a siren?
Using your powers of persuasion for a good cause should be applauded.
I'm sure you agree.
We all want what's best for Nevermore.
So why don't you take another look at that schedule of yours,
and see if you can squeeze this in?
You can give me your decision tomorrow.
Thing!
What are you doing out here?
Wednesday yelled at you?
[sighs] Man, the sudden popularity is really getting to her.
I think some people just aren't built for fame.
And when you're stressed,
relatives can be the easiest punching bags.
Or in your case, sparring glove.
I know how it feels to think you don't belong.
But you do.
You know what you need?
A place you can call your own. And I've got the perfect spot.
[imposing organ music playing]
Home sweet home, Thing.
Welcome to the pack.
[all howling]
[Enid chuckles]
[eccentric, elegant music playing]
[performing "Montagues and Capulets" from Prokofiev's "Romeo and Juliet"]
[music halts abruptly]
[woman] Prokofiev can do that to you.
Miss Capri, the new head of music.
Is this the same Isadora Capri
who completed her first classical album Wolf Howl at the age of ten?
I didn't realize I had any fans left.
I've always been fascinated by child prodigies.
The focus, the talent, the unrelenting quest for excellence.
Luckily, I was able to break free before it suffocated me.
I thought teaching was the purview for those who can't.
Well, I was inspired by a group of young people
who saved their school in the face of overwhelming odds.
I decided it was time to give back to my own community.
We have our work cut out for us.
-My hand's a little stiff. -No, your hand wasn't the problem.
Your pain was the only thing that made your performance interesting.
Did you know Prokofiev was a chess master?
That's why his concertos are so… deceptively cunning.
He wants you to feel… the notes,
not anticipate them.
I'm not looking for lessons.
I play for my own fulfillment.
And yet music doesn't seem to fulfill you.
Stop trying to control it.
You have to succumb to its… beautiful chaos.
I cause chaos. I don't succumb to it.
[tense, jittery music warbling]
[dramatic music playing]
[Morticia] There hasn't been a Pyre since my days at Nevermore.
Yes! It's a marvel what these DaVinci students can build.
They have more creativity in their right pinkies
than I have in my entire body.
This thing's gonna work, right?
Mmm, Outcast can-do! Love it!
This is why tradition is so important.
It instills pride in our children.
Principal Weems was all about fitting into the Normie world.
No disrespect. I know you two were old friends.
[Morticia] Hmm.
[Dort] Now, the Addams family is a prime example
of Outcasts who don't bend to Normie culture.
And that is a testament to you, Mrs. Addams.
Mm-hmm. Thank you.
Have you made your decision about chairing the gala yet?
I'm… still pondering.
I want to do what's best for Nevermore, but also for my family.
I understand. That is a lot to balance.
Which is why you would have a liaison student to assist you.
And I am on the hunt for that perfect person.
-Look no further. She's here. -[gasps, chuckles]
Mrs. Addams, Bianca Barclay, one of our best and brightest.
It would be an honor to work with a Nevermore legend.
Oh, Bianca.
Come to the pyre tonight, see what we're trying to build here.
Then decide if you want to be involved.
From Xavier.
"I tried texting, but I guess you lost the phone I gave you."
-You have a phone? -I dropped it in the bath.
[menacing, grandiose music playing]
[music halts]
"Consider this my goodbye gift."
"The image suddenly flashed in my head."
"Don't ask me how I know or what it means, but it's connected to you, I'm sure."
"Who's Wednesday Addams without a mystery to solve, right? Xavier."
A creepy crow on a headstone.
-What's it mean? -[Wednesday] No idea.
Thing and I are headed to the Founder's Pyre. You joining?
Have you been using my typewriter without permission?
[bell dings]
"Read any good books lately?"
My novel.
It's gone.
"Higher, higher, higher, I am demon of the fire,
and each blazing roof's my pyre!"
My stalker's going to burn my manuscript at the Founder's Pyre.
That's not your only copy, right?
Seriously? Copy machines aren't even 21st-century technology.
I'm not going to allow two years of my life to go up in flames.
[upbeat dance music playing]
The stalker is here. Be on the lookout for anyone watching us.
Who isn't watching us?
-Enid! -Enid!
Hey! Stay on track. I need to check the pyre.
You go on the other side.
Hey! Once the bonfire's lit, I'm sneaking off to the Skull Tree
to go dig up that dead kid.
Who's coming?
Sorry. Tonight's my big night.
Dort's going to recognize me for helping save the school.
Thing, keep your fingers peeled. The stalker's playing a game.
"If you don't want your novel to go up in smoke,
meet me under the pyre."
"P.S. I found a few more typos."
Wednesday, what are you doing?
Hey! Enid.
Ajax. Hi.
What's going on? Hey, you kind of ghosted me this summer.
I texted a bunch. I left a crazy number of voicemails.
Ah… Sorry. My bad.
Wolf Camp was strictly device-free.
I was unplugged for a whole month. Can you believe it? I think I have PTSD.
We've been back two days.
It kind of feels like you've been avoiding me.
Uh, well, I've been busy with the pack,
and you have your RA thing.
Plus I've got the Wednesday factor, and she never disappoints.
Hey, Enid. I saved you a spot at the front.
Thanks, Bruno. But I'm kind of in the middle of something right now.
Wednesday!
[mic feedback whines]
Good evening, Nevermore.
-Whoo! -[audience cheering]
Good evening, and welcome to the Founder's Pyre.
Tonight, we're going to start by singing the Nevermore alma mater.
[Gomez sputtering in excitement]
[playing melodic piano line]
♪ Nevermore, forever dreaming ♪
♪ Years of study, fun and screaming ♪
♪ Outcast bonds forged in trust ♪
♪ While all others turn to dust ♪
♪ DaVinci, Siren, Faceless, Gorgon ♪
♪ Never forget your Outcast origin ♪
♪ Ravens feast on all our woes ♪
♪ In the home of Edgar Allan Poe ♪
♪ At Nevermore ♪
[all cheering]
["Dancing in the Dark" by Bruce Springsteen playing]
Whoo!
♪ I get up in the evening ♪
-[mic whines] -[grunts]
♪ And I ain't got nothing to say ♪
♪ I come home in the morning ♪
-[mic whines] -[Dort chuckles]
Hello, fellow Outcasts!
And welcome back to Nevermore.
I'm your Principal, Barry Dort…
[crowd falls silent]
[song continuing through silence]
…and tonight we celebrate a new era.
Yeah!
[crowd cheering]
Now, I know change can be scary,
but you don't have to be afraid.
You know why?
Because we are Outcast strong!
Yes, we are!
♪ You can't start a fire without a spark ♪
[Enid] Wednesday!
You gotta get out of here. They're gonna light this thing any second.
[suspenseful music building]
[Dort] All right. Now, from now on,
I am abolishing the Nightshades and all secret societies.
[confused muttering]
The protection of our school falls upon all of us.
Therefore, we are all Nightshades.
Yeah.
[stilted applause]
Now, in the words of that great American Outcast, Bruce Springsteen…
you can't start a fire
without a spark!
[crowd cheering]
[Enid] Wednesday!
Wednesday! I'm getting help!
Yes.
[pyre caws]
[all exclaiming]
-[student] Whoo! -Whoo-hoo!
[all cheering]
[whoops]
[Enid] We need to put out the bonfire!
Principal Dort! Wednesday is trapped under the pyre.
[Dort] Don't panic.
Here she is, right on cue!
Our student of honor, Wednesday Addams!
None of us would be here today without your bravery.
[Enid sniffing]
Wednesday, would you help me unveil something very special?
I had this commissioned to commemorate
how you and your ragtag group of Nevermore buddies saved our school!
[crowd cheering]
[satisfied laugh]
Could you give us a few words of inspiration
to launch us into the new era?
[crowd chanting] Wednesday! Wednesday!
Wednesday! Wednesday!
[chanting continues]
[crowd falls quiet]
Tonight…
[student] Yeah!
…is our banquet of discontent.
And we shall gladly feast on those who would subdue us.
Our fight is just beginning.
And I'm ripping the Band-Aid off the scab of civility,
and will not cease until our enemies have been vanquished!
And by enemies,
I mean any imbecile stupid enough to cheer on
some shallow, rabble-rousing diatribe like that.
-[confused muttering] -[student] What?
You thought I was your hero? I'm not.
I always play dirty, and I never fight fair.
The only side I'm on is my own,
and the only place I'll lead you is off a cliff.
So do not put me on a pedestal,
because I will burn it down.
[feedback whines]
[crowd gasping]
[Enid] What the hell are you doing?
-I never agreed to this. -So you're going to torpedo it for us?
You're my best friend, but can you be less Wednesday?
This is supposed to be our best year ever!
Damn it!
[eerie, unsettling music playing]
[faint ticking]
-[bat shrieks] -[yelps]
[jolting stinger]
[frantic, distressing music playing]
[chuckling]
[zombie huffing]
[Enid] Hey, stop!
Wednesday, will you wait up?
[disorienting stinger]
[audio distortions whoosh]
[cawing]
[Enid] This is all your fault, Wednesday.
This is all your fault.
I died because of you.
I died because of you!
[gasps deeply]
Wednesday!
[jauntily macabre outro music playing] y.