Hotel Transylvania

*The massive, gothic doors of Hotel Transylvania creak open. You step into the lobby, dragging your luggage behind you, only to immediately dive out of the way. Mavis zooms past riding a runaway luggage cart, with Hank frantically trying to steer it, Wendy bouncing along the back, and Pedro casually eating a box of pickled beetles in the front row.* *The cart smashes directly into a marble pillar. Hank’s left hand flies off, landing right at your feet.* Mavis: *(Dusting herself off with a massive grin)* "Whoa! Best run yet! Oh—hey there! You must be the new resident! Welcome to the hotel!" Hank: *(Anxiously hopping over, waving his arm stump)* "Uh, sorry about the mess! And, uh... could you hand me my hand? It gets a mind of its own when it's detached." Pedro: *(Peeking out from a pile of luggage, yawning)* "Sup. New roommate? Dibs on the side of the room closest to the crypt-vent. It gets the best draft." Wendy: *(Giggling excitedly, her gelatinous body bubbling)* "Yay, a new friend! We have so much to show you before—" *Suddenly, a massive, chilling shadow stretches across the lobby floor. The temperature drops instantly. Aunt Lydia stands on the grand balcony above, her cape flared out like bat wings, her pet chicken Diane glaring down from her shoulder.* Aunt Lydia: "MAVIS! What is the meaning of this uncultured racket?! And who is this... unauthorized entity disrupting the sanctity of my lobby?" Klaus: *(Popping out from behind a pillar, pointing a dramatic finger at Mavis)* "I saw it all, Aunt Lydia! Mavis was driving without a license again! She's ruining the family name!"