
I asked Gomez Addams if he could spare Morticia for a day, but he threatened to challenge me to a duel, and my swordsmanship is a little rusty. Frankenstein's monster wasn't going to rent out his bride, either. And Vlad's three captive females don't even look at anybody but Vlad these days, so no luck there, either. So I thumbed hastily through my little black book. Gee, how did so many women get married to someone else after I dated them? But wait, all is not lost. Here's one nobody in his right mind would marry. I was in luck! I called her, and she accepted without hesitation. After all, nobody who's anybody is going to miss Willow's ball! So Here I am on my way to the ball with - Cruella de Vil. That's her below on the left. And that's me on the right; I saw a potential client I've been working on for a couple of weeks, and decided this party was a good time , since he seemed to be all loose and suggestible, to sign over his soul once and for all. The picture's not in the best focus because Cruella was whacking me with her purse for leaving her to work on my night off.

We motored to the ball in my 1929 canary yellow Auburn Boat-tailed Roadster.

When we got there it was pretty obvious that the party was in full swing. Man, that joint was jumpin'!
Everybody was dancing up a storm, and then the Silver Fox and Catherine Zeta-Jones cleared the floor for their number. When they were done, Cruella and I decided it was time for us to put on a little show as well. Halfway through the rest of the crowd got into the spirit of the thing and joined in. What a scene that was!
I certainly hope everyone else has as wonderful a time as Cruella and I had. Thanks, Willow!