Pugsley: Dad, Uncle Fester, what's the big deal about some old horn?
Gomez: Only the greatest game we ever played, son.
Fester: Back when we were little friars like you.
Gomez: First, we'd blow the horn loud as we could.
Fester: (gleefuly) Hopefully passing out from hyperventilation!
Gomez: And Lurch would have until midnight to find us!
Morticia: And he always did.
Gomez: (woeful) Ah, that's right Tisch. In all those years we never could shake the big fella, except that one time we tied him to the fault line.
Fester: Gomez, we were but young pups and Lurch was well into puberty. (is grabbed by Gomez and flung to the floor) Hey! AHH!
Gomez: (sitting on Fester) Young pups? Imperial idea, Fester!
Fester: Gomez, you nearly broke a rib! (chuckles) Wanna try again?