Eric Morecambe - The Reluctant Vampire

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A shocking announcement from the Vampire Prince - that he doesn't like blood but prefers chips and a glass of red wine - begins a tale of ghoulish intrigue and hilarious horror. With illustrations by Tony Ross, this re-issue is sure to delight.A tale about an extremely unconventional vampire. This tale of laughter and ghoulish horror for seven and eight year-olds is sure to delight. Here, Eric Morecambe’s customary humour is employed for a young audience.

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‘Excellent. Really very gutt. Eighteen years olt, I vould say, ya?’

The landlord picked up the bottle and looked at it before answering. ‘Nineteen,’ he said.

‘Nineteen? Vos she really? I vould haff said eighteen. Maybe, mine bar-keeping frent, you are keeping it too cool. I don’t like it ven it’s too cool. Unterstant, Grabbo? I don’t like it ven it’s too colt, ya?’

‘Yes, Sir.’ Grabbo grovelled. Areta continued to clear the tables although she had done them twice already.

Victor watched her, a smile coming to his lips. ‘You know somethink, Grabbo?’

‘Sir?’

‘You daughter has become very beautiful, ya?’

‘Er … thank you, Sire.’

‘Ya, very beautiful inteed. Giff me a drink off the twenty year olt.’

Grabbo filled the waiting glass from another hidden bottle.

‘Vill you join me, mine frent?’

‘Er no, Your Greatness. Er … I’m off it at the moment. I’m … er … trying to lose weight,’ Grabbo quickly lied, not wanting to offend a customer.

‘I haff the perfect vay off losing veight. Vot you do is simple like your two customers over there.’ Victor looked very hard at the two other customers. ‘You eat nothing but roobs, ant then …’

‘Roobs?’ questioned Grabbo.

‘Yah, roobs.’

‘What are roobs, Sir?’

‘Roobs are a special fruit. They are very rare ant are only to be fount ten feet unterground.’

‘But, how will they help me to lose weight, if I may ask, Sire?’

‘It’s obvious. The exercise vile you are diggink for them. And then, ven you haff fount them you von’t eat them because they have such a horrit taste. That vay you vill lose even more veight, ya?’ Here Victor burst into almost uncontrollable laughter; laughter so chilling that the mirror behind the bar cracked.

Grabbo looked into the mirror. He could see his own reflection and the look of terror on his own pale face. He could also see the entire room. But he could not see Victor who was stood next to him because, being a Vampire, Victor had no reflection.

‘I’m sorry, mine frent,’ Victor said, looking at the cracked mirror and although Grabbo couldn’t see the reflection of Victor, Victor looked towards the mirror and straightened his tie.

A long scratch at the door of the tavern made everyone, including Victor, turn their heads. No one moved. The door slowly creaked open. There stood a smiling werewolf, a man covered in long, shaggy wolfhair looking a bit dishevelled on account of the rather strong wind. He had the werewolf’s almost red, fiery eyes and long, canine teeth. He stood erect in the doorway with the wind blowing his long hair as a woman blows on a fur coat. King Victor looked at him and thought he looked like a rather untidy crow’s nest.

‘Come in, Vilf, ant close the toor,’ Victor said.

Wilf the Werewolf, as he was known, walked into the tavern, shutting the door behind him.

‘Hello Victor,’ he said in a rather sing-song voice. ‘How’s the wife and kids?’ He was pleased to be indoors on such a night as this and he showed it by wagging his tail.

‘They are all very vell, thank you, mine covered-in-hair frent, and it vos very nice of you to ask.’

‘Not at all,’ Wilf smiled. ‘You know me. I’m very fond of your brood. How’s poor Valentine? Is he any better?’

‘Whom tolt you he vos ill?’

‘Dick.’

‘Tick?’

‘Yes, Dick. You remember Dick … Dick the big, daft dwarf,’ he almost barked.

‘Ah yes, Tick. Tick the bick taft twarf. Ya, I remember him. Ya.’

‘He told me Val wasn’t too good,’ Wilf continued. ‘I met him in the forest and we went for a walkies. That’s when he told me.’

‘Vell, Valentine’s a lot better I think. The Doctor’s vith him now. Doctor Plump.’

‘Plump?’ Wilf thought a while. ‘Doctor Plump?’

‘Ya.’

‘Yes, I think I used to go about with his alsatian. I’m not sure.’

‘Very tall.’

‘No. Short, rather fat with a scruffy tail.’

‘I mean the Doctor.’

‘Oh!’ Wilf snarled sweetly.

Areta had joined the other two customers while her father was once more behind the bar. Wilf joined Victor at the bar.

‘Can I get you anythink?’ King Victor asked Wilf.

‘No. No thank you, Victor. I’m off it at the moment. The hard stuff, that is. The vet says it’s best if I keep off it for a few more days. I’ve got a touch of hard pad.’ He showed Victor the sole of his left foot. ‘That’s why I’m limping a bit.’ He put his hind foot gingerly back on the floor.

‘I vould think you get the hard pad from all the runnink you do, ya?’

‘Never stop. I’m always running,’ Wilf said proudly, turning and leaning his back on the bar.

‘Ya, you run a lot, Vilf.’

‘I’m always running. Well, you see, farmers are always after me for frightening their sheep and enraged parents and all that, and bears and the like. Bears don’t like us much so they chase us a lot. Parents, farmers, bears … That’s why I do a lot of running, you see. I’ll tell you what …’

‘Vot?’

‘If you were to throw a stick now, across this floor to the other side of the room, I’d run after it. It’s our nature, you see.’

‘Vould you also brink it back?’

‘Sometimes, but sometimes I forget.’ Wilf looked around the tavern once more. ‘Mind you, I don’t run so much when I’m not a werewolf. When I’m an ordinary human being I like to sit at home with my legs up. I rest because I know that as soon as the full moon comes up again I go to bed and in about ten or twenty minutes or so I look down at the back of my hands and the hairs are starting to grow.’

‘Vot do you do then?’ Victor asked with keen interest.

‘Well, I get up and go on to the landing and shout through my mum’s door, “The hairs are growing Mum, so I’ll be off now and I’ll see you in about a week or ten days” and she shouts back something like, “All right, love. Be a good boy and bring back a fresh loaf with you” so then I’m off again, running.’

Wilf finished talking and noticed that everybody in the tavern was listening to him. This made him feel quite important.

Victor nodded agreement all through Wilf’s conversation. He turned to Grabbo saying, ‘I’ll haff one for the road, Grabbo. I’ll haff half a forty year olt.’ Turning back to Wilf he said:

‘I mustn’t haff anythink too stronk at the moment. I’m meeting the vife later on ant takink her out for a bite.’

‘Where?’ asked Wilf with enough interest in his voice to make Victor think, ‘He vants to come too.’

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‘Er, vell, it’s more off a small family get-together than anythink else. Just the vife, Vernon, me and Valentine, if he’s any better. Ve vill propaply go and vait at the bridle path ant see if there is anythink vorth bitink.’

Victor was trying to get away quickly. ‘Oh, gutt Lord, is that the time? I tolt the vife I vould pick her up at twelf thirty.’

‘Is that the time she falls down?’ Wilf asked.

‘Pardon me?’ said a puzzled Victor.

‘You said you would pick her up at twelve thirty, so I was asking you if that was the time she fell down … Twelve thirty?’

‘Vilf, I haff never unterstood your jokes ant I still don’t. Guttbye Vilf,’ Victor said, patting Wilf on the head and giving him a tickle under the chin. Wilf showed his approval by licking Victor’s ear.

Victor left the tavern the same way as he had arrived – by the window. Areta went to close the window after him, thinking, ‘He’s just like all men. Never closes anything after him.’

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