The party went well into the night after the full reunion took place, children were alternately praised and scolded, and deeds were already taking on heroic levels. The group said their goodnights, went to their separate rooms and the truth be told slept fitfully while still trying to calm down from the day's events. It eventually happened though, and it was calm the next morning as the sun rose on the wet surrounding after the storm had passed through. A few trees had blown over in the process, but remarkably the power had somehow either stayed on or been restored so quickly that no one noticed the difference.

Harold and Madeline sat at their little table, enjoying a quiet breakfast when they heard a soft "ting" of a bell. They came out to the desk to find Gomez and Morticia standing at the desk; Thing had very softly tapped the cowbell against the counter to create the very un-cowlike sound.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Addams. Ready to check out already?" Harold asked.

"Not yet, I'm still going to enjoy as much time here as I can. Besides, not everyone's up yet; it sounded like Herman and Lily were just getting ready. Even Fester is still sleeping on his box springs" Gomez admitted.

"Box springs? Isn't that a little uncomfortable?" Harold pondered out loud.

"Granted it isn't as comfortable as sleeping on his bed of nails, but we just didn't have the room to bring that with us" Gomez explained. "I hired cabs, not moving trucks."

"Well, we...ah...try to please so I'm glad the springs...um...were acceptable. Regardless, as the last official guests of the place feel free to stay the remainder of the day and ignore the twelve-o'clock checkout time" he grinned. "You've been great to have around, and if my last experiences here are with you folks I could do a lot worse." He twisted his wedding ring on his finger. "Madeline and I have a lot of our life together tied up in this place."

"I don't want to say Bon Voyage either" Morticia agreed.

Gomez looked at his wife for a moment and then looked around the lobby, ignoring her French in his melancholy.

"Why not outbid the other guy?" Craig said from across the room where he was playing cards with his fellow cabbie.

"Excuse me?"

"What Craig meant" Walt said as he discarded the final card from his hand "- out, by the way - is that if the owner is going to sell to a developer for the sure money, just give him a better offer and maybe he'll sell it to you instead."

"Gomez, that's a wonderful idea" Morticia enthused. "Mr. McGloom, do you think we could?"

Harold thought about it. "Well, he likes money - I know that for a fact. And the agent said the deal wasn't done until next week so...I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask."

"Outstanding!" Gomez said as he nearly burst. "Do you have his number?"

"No, and the phones are still out anyway even if we did. But I do have his home address where we send licensing paperwork. It's less than two hours away" Harold considered, getting a little more enthusiastic.

"Let's get a second opinion. Thing, let's summon our newest friends!" Thing rose out of his box, holding a noose. Gomez pulled on it and a loud gong sounded, shaking the room slightly.

"Nice trick" Madeline observed.

"It works anywhere" Morticia bragged.

Very quickly afterward Lurch strode into the lobby. Gomez explained his plan and Lurch agreed and disappeared as Lily and Herman walked into the room, followed shortly afterward by Fester and Grandpa who were discussing explosives. Gomez outlined his plan, and suggested as a business trip that with possibly tough negotiations that the men should go in the two cabs to avoid taking all three cars.

"Herman negotiate? He can't even buy a newspaper without paying double for it" Lily declared.

"I can't help it, those vending machines are tricky" Herman shrugged. "Lily handles the bills in the house but I can still go along for moral support. Can't I, please? Please?"

Lily patted her husband's arm. "Okay; just don't say anything and we'll be fine."

"Oh goody."

...

"This must be the place" Harold said as they pulled up in front of a large ranch house. The circular drive now contained two cabs in addition to a luxury car. "The address is correct. And there's a large 'G' beside the entrance. Are you ready?"

"Let me fill in the others and then we go" Gomez decided. "A successful businessman communicates what he wants quickly and clearly in order to begin negotiations." He walked over to the other cab and talked briefly to Herman, Lily and Grandpa. He returned and said "NOW we are ready. Lead the way!"

Harold led the way to the front door of the house and pounded on the door knocker. After a short time he heard the knob rattle and the door opened to reveal a butler. "May I help you?"

Harold swallowed and forged ahead. "My name is Harold McGloom, and I'm the manager at Mr. Gringer's 200 Moons Inn. I've come with a business proposition for him."

The butler looked at Harold's modest clothes and started to scoff, but caught sight of Gomez in his smart suit and held himself in check. "Wait here please" he said as he shut the door and walked out of earshot. After several minutes the footsteps returned and the door opened again. "Mr. Gringer will see you" he informed the pair.

As they stepped inside Fester quickly joined the group. The butler arched his eyebrows in surprise while Fester gave him a big "Thank you!" with a hearty handshake. Gomez made to close the door after Fester, while palming some tape across the door locking mechanism before pushing is shut. He gave a grin to Fester, who quit shaking the butler's hand and the three followed the disheveled servant to a large sitting room where a man sat in an overstuffed chair reading.

Harold, having made it this far, gave it his all. "Thank you for seeing us, Mr. Gringer. I know Mr. Lackey said that you had another buyer for the inn, but Mr. Addams here would like a chance to negotiate."

Gomez, who had casually studied the room, lunged to his right and grabbed an epee from a display. He tested its balance and flexibility and then pointed it at Gringer. "I want the inn and you must give me a chance to have it!" he cried before putting the tip of the blade under a nearby flower and flipping it expertly in the air to Fester, who ate it.

"Yummy!"

"That is, if you don't mind" Gomez continued in a conciliatory voice as he replaced the weapon on the display. "Nice balance. I am prepared to pay a twenty percent premium over the other offer."

Fester put his hand on a grandfather clock and the hands spun around. "Time sure flies when you're having fun."

"Mr. Addams, I appreciate your offer and I certainly would like more money but I'm afraid I already have a tentative agreement with the other buyer. I'm sure you understand."

"I understand...that you're a shrewd negotiator. I admire that. How about a twenty-five percent premium?"

"It doesn't change the facts, Mr. Addams."

"No. Perhaps if I brought in some friends who've stayed there" Gomez said raising his voice "and they could tell you what a wonderful place it is." Gringer's jaw dropped as Lily and Grandpa walked in, followed by Herman who banged his head against the top of the doorway making a hole and a pile of plaster and stone on the floor beneath.

"It really is a nice place with such lovely rooms" Lily gushed.

"It's built better than several dozen of my ex-wives" Grandpa added. "The caves remind me of back home in Transylvania."

"And Mr. Addams has promised us rooms in promisc...proxi...whenever we want. If they're not there when I come back next year I'm going to be VERY disappointed" Herman finished. He never meant it to sound like a threat, but Gringer didn't know that.

Gringer sat stunned in front of the waiting group.

"I can see you're thinking it over" Gomez remarked at his silence. He thrust a paper in front of him. "Here's my final offer for a thirty percent premium, with a quarter in cash on closing and the rest financed over two years. Do we have a deal?"

Gringer looked at the paper as though he had forgotten how to write before he slowly picked up the pen and barely managed to scribble his name on the document, all while keeping an eye on Herman. After he had signed Herman let out a "Huh-uh-uh-uh-uh" laugh as he pounded his foot, which broke through the floor.

Gomez reached into several of his pockets and pulled out a few small bundles of bills. "Sorry for the damage my friend caused, he's just excited you know."

Outside, the group gathered by the cabs. "See? Go in knowing what you want and what you're willing to pay, and then negotiate!" Gomez bragged. "Now I own ninety percent of a fine inn."

"Ninety?" Grandpa asked. "You didn't give that man the other ten percent did you?"

"No, that wasn't part of the deal. No, the other ten percent goes to the on-site couple that will run the place. I'll pay for the improvements - to the west side only. Keep the east the way it is, and Harold and Madeline have their salaries and a little bonus based on how good business is. How does that sound?"

"Perfect" Harold concluded.

The End

A/N: And so this story marks a third collaboration with my friend Craig to mark my 200th story. Since the shows were contemporaries he wanted a Munsters/Addams family crossover and thought they could meet while on vacation or something so this story came about. The Addams weren't ones to leave the house much during the series, so I had to come up with different way to lure them to another location.