(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
WOMAN: (SIGHS) It's getting dark.
You know what that means, Heinrick.
It's your turn to put the cat out for the night.
HEINRICK: Oh, all right.
Come here, kitty. Good kitty, come on. (CLICKING TONGUE)
Get back here, you...
Come on, you big fraidy cat.
Out you go. See you in the morning.
-(OWL HOOTING) -HEINRICK: (SIGHS) Every night, we go through this.
What is he so afraid of?
-WOMAN: Who knows? -(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(EVIL LAUGHTER)
-(TEETH CHATTERING) -(ANIMAL ROARS)
(WOLF HOWLS)
-(CAR ALARM BLARING) -(SCREAMS)
-(CLICKS) -(CAR ALARM STOPS)
(FLUTTERING)
(SCREAMS)
(COFFIN DOOR SQUEAKS)
Ah. Another creature of the night for my menagerie.
-Set him down, Frank. -(THUDS)
It takes a cat to catch mice.
And I'm craving something mousy for my breakfast.
But you are frightened.
I will put you under my spell
to tranquilize your terror.
Just look into my eyes.
Deep into my eyes.
Do my bidding well, and someday,
I may make you a full vampire.
(ECHOING) Yes, master.
Please, call me Vlad.
Fly, my winged slave.
Fly. Fly!
-(TOM YOWLING) -(THUDS)
I forgot. You're not a full vampire, yet.
I'll get you a traing cape.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(ALL MUNCHING)
Ah, this cheese sandwich is so good.
I know. It's Gouda cheese.
-I thought it was Swiss. -We ate all the Swiss.
The only thing left is the holes.
We sure know how to eat 'em.
We got no more Edam.
We already ate them. (LAUGHS)
-Did you try the Cheddar? -I'm gonna.
You better.
-How about the Ricotta? -You kidding? You gotta.
-Boo. -(ALL SCREAMING)
Schnell, mach schnell, mach schnell. Stopp.
What are we running from? Where's your bravery?
We are bold peasant mice.
-Mit the Rechen. -Und the pitchforks.
-Und the yos. -You never studied.
ALL: Charge!
-Retreat and running... -MOUSE 1: Mach schnell, mach schnell.
MOUSE 3: Guten Abend, Herr Van Mouseling. MOUSE 2: How's business?
(THUDS)
Ho, ho, ho. Oh, you're in trouble now, Herr Kaetzchen.
MOUSE 2: (LAUGHS) That's Jerry Van Mouseling.
The famous monster hunter. (GIGGLES)
MOUSE 1: Mach schnell, mach schnell, mach schnell.
You'll not get away with this, Herr Kaetzchen.
Jerry Van Mouseling always gets his monster.
(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)
(GRAPPLING GUN CONTINUES TO FIRE)
-(SCREAMS) -(STRAING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
VLAD: What's taking so long? Where are my mice?
ALL: Herr Van Mouseling, you saved us.
Ach, du lieber...
I want my breakfast.
I may be dead, but I'm running out of patience here.
Ah, a ghoulish goulash.
Well done, my fiendish friend.
Do you mice have any last requests before I devour you?
(CRYING) I'm too young to die.
(CRYING) Ja, and I'm too hungry.
Me too. I wish I had one last sandwich.
Herr Van Mouseling, you saved our sandwiches.
MOUSE 3: Thank goodness for that at least.
By all means, enjoy your sandwiches.
But hurry up, I'm starving here.
-Ah. It's so delicious. -Mit the cheese.
Und the yummy garlic bread.
(GASPS) Garlic bread!
Oh ja, we make all our sandwiches mit the garlic bread.
I had six sandwiches. (BURPS)
(LAUGHS) That's the trouble mit the garlic bread.
Always mit the burps.
I know. Me too. (BURPS)
(ALL BURPING)
You foolish feline.
The one thing that can harm me,
and you put it right in my face.
Come back here, you clumsy klutz.
(BURPING CONTINUES)
VLAD: You bungler. You nincompoop!
You dummkopf. I'll... I'll...
(SHRIEKS) I'll deal with you later.
(BURPING CONTINUES)
Yikes. (SCREAMS)
Ja, go ahead, Mr. Kaetzchen. Now, it's your turn.
Ja, make mit the poofing and disappearing in the sunlight.
It's the vampire rules.
Unless, you're not a real vampire after all.
(LAUGHING) But that... would be...silly.
You're not a real vampire?
(ALL CLAMORING)
MOUSE 2: Where's a vampire puppy dog when you need one?