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Tyler: Holy crap! Do you make a habit of scaring the hell out of people?

Wednesday: It’s more of a hobby.

Tyler: You go to Nevermore. Didn’t realize they changed UP the uniform.

Wednesday: I need a quad over ice. It’s an emergency. It’s four shots of espresso.

Tyler: Yeah, I… I know what a quad is, but, I mean, spoiler alert, the espresso machine’s having a seizure, so all we have is drip.

Wednesday: But drip is for people who hate themselves and know their lives have no real purpose or meaning. What’s wrong with your machine?

Tyler: It’s a temperamental beast with a mind of its own, and it doesn’t help that the instructions are in Italian.

Wednesday: I need a tri-wing screwdriver and a four-millimeter Allen wrench.

Tyler: Wait, you read Italian?

Wednesday: Of course. It’s the native tongue of Machiavelli. Here’s the deal. I’m going to fix your coffee machine, then you’re going to make my coffee and call ME a taxi.

Tyler: Uh, no taxis in Jericho. Try Uber?

Wednesday: I don’t have a phone. I refuse to be a slave to technology.

Tyler: Then you’re out of luck. Where you going anyway?

Wednesday: That’s on a need-to-know basis. What about trains?

Tyler: Nearest station is Burlington. It’s half an hour away.

Wednesday: You have a valve issue. I’ve seen it before.

Tyler: Where? You have one of these monsters at home?

Wednesday: Steam-powered guillotine. I built it when I was ten. I wanted to decapitate my dolls more efficiently.

Tyler: Sure. Grim Reaper Barbie, makes perfect sense. Wow. Thanks.

I never met a Nevermore kid who got their hands dirty. I’m Tyler, by the way. I didn’t catch your name, or is that on a need-to-know basis too?

Wednesday: Wednesday.

Tyler:  I’ll tell you what, Wednesday. To show my appreciation, how about I drive you to Burlington myself?

Wednesday: Perfect. Put that quad in a to-go cup.

Tyler: Uh, but I don’t get off for another hour.

Wednesday: I’ll sweeten the pot.

Tyler: Twenty whole dollars…Tempting, but no.

Wednesday: I’ll make it 40.

Tyler: Uh… Listen, Wednesday, one fun fact about me… I can’t be bought, so either wait, or find someone else to drive you.

(Boys outside) Hey, boys, check it out. Who’s that? Bro… Come on.

Boy 1: What’s a Nevermore freak doing out in the wild?

Boy 2: This is our booth.

Wednesday:  Why are you dressed like religious fanatics?

Boy 3: We’re pilgrims.

Wednesday: Potato, po-tah-to.

Boy 1: We work at Pilgrim World.

Wednesday: It takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide.

Boy 1: My dad owns Pilgrim World. Who you calling stupid?

Wednesday: If the buckled shoe fits.

Tyler: Guys, back off.

Boy 1: Stay out of this, Galpin.

Wednesday: Yes, stay out of this.

Boy 1: So tell me, freak… you ever been with a normie?

Wednesday: I’ve never found one that could handle me. Boo!

Tyler:  So where’d you learn those kung fu moves?

Wednesday: My uncle taught me. He spent five years in a Tibetan Monastery.

Tyler: Was he a monk?

Wednesday: Prisoner.

Tyler: Dad!

Sheriff Galpin: Tyler, what the hell’s going on in here?

Tyler: They were harassing a customer, and she put them in their place.

Sheriff Galpin: This little thing took down three boys? Did you help her?

Tyler: Dad, I swear, I wasn’t involved.

Principal Weems: Apologies, Sheriff. This one slipped away from me. Come on, Miss Addams, time to go.

Sheriff Galpin: Wait a minute, hang on. You’re an Addams? Don’t tell me Gomez Addams is your father? That man belongs behind bars for murder.

Guessin’ the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’m gonna keep my eye on you.

Principal Weems: Okay. Your first day and you’re already on Sheriff Galpin’s radar. Wish I could say I was surprised.

Wednesday: What did he mean about my father?

Principal Weems: I have no idea, but a word of advice. Stop making enemies and start making a few friends. You’re going to need them. Looks like an accident.

I hope the driver’s okay. 

Wednesday: He’s dead. Broke his neck.