Carrot Juice and Changes

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: I don't own Count Duckula.

Chapter Three: Nanny

Nanny couldn't take it anymore. Her Duckyboos was acting very strangely now, spending more times with Igor. A scream filled the night air from the dark chambers below.

"Now, what could they be up to?" she muttered, grabbing her slippers and a candle.

The castle was darker than midnight, the shadows lending a dismal nightmarish cast in the full moonlight. Nanny paused, and stared at the painting in front of her.

It was of a young woman, her dark hair and blue eyes set her apart from the other dark haired vixens in the crowd. This was Count Duckula's wife of old.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I really tried to stop him this time," Nanny apologized to the portrait. "I gave Mr. Igor a bottle of ketchup hoping that the blood craving would be cleansed from his veins."

She heaved a great sigh. "I really tried. Old Igor's won through in the end."

Another scream pierced the night air.

"I wished they'd let a poor tired old soul sleep," Nanny growled. "This ends now."

"Aww, come on, Towser, you can do it! I believe in you," Count Duckula cheered on the resident werewolf.

Igor sighed and pushed his chair back. "I've had enough of the game, milord. Especially, my poor eardrums."

Towser howled in frustration. He hadn't won a single game all evening and he was howling mad, no pun intended.

Nanny walked into the room. "I thought I heard screaming," she said.

"Just Towser letting out some rage, Nanny," Duckula had to blink a few times. Did Nanny just use the door instead of smashing through the walls? Yes!

"He lost again, the poor dear," Nanny said. "I'll bring everyone some midnight snacks then."

Towser wagged his tail in excitement and licked his chops. He loved Nanny's cooking.

"Game?" he asked.

"Sure, why not?" Count Duckula took Igor's vacated seat and set up the checkers board.

Igor moaned in absolute horror.

Just when everything was going so right. What went wrong?