Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 97 Hotel Transylvania needs rock music!

It was late at night, when everything should have been quiet, but there was a sense of joy inside and outside the castle.

Under the wooden sign of "Transylvania Hotel" inlaid with English numbers and covered with tiny spider webs, carriages rumbled in from afar, as if they were distinguished guests from different worlds.

"The ones riding in the pumpkin carriage are Wayne and Wanda. They are werewolves living in the north of the island."

"Werewolf?"

Mavis stood by the window, enthusiastically introducing each guest to Rango beside her.

After hearing the couple's identities, Rango was puzzled and asked, "Aren't werewolves and vampires enemies? Why are they coming to your birthday party?"

"Family feud?" Mavis shook her head in confusion. "How is that possible? They often come to the hotel as guests. They have a good relationship with my dad. Although we sometimes quarrel, we can't be called enemies."

Rango thought of the Shadow Hunters in New York. Clare's stepfather was a werewolf, and the most prominent dark creature they dealt with was the vampire. He didn't believe that there was no deep hatred between the two.

But that is human society, and it cannot be copied to the mysterious island.

He shrugged and stopped asking. Mavis was still introducing him enthusiastically:

"Look over there, the coffin-like carriage inlaid with gems and gold is carrying my mummy uncle. It is said that he has lived for thousands of years and has extraordinary wisdom and experience."

"The one who was transported here in pieces of cardboard is Mr. Frank the Frankenstein. Although he looks ugly, he has a kind heart."

"Oh, the one walking with glasses is the only invisible man on the island, Mr. Griffin. Although I don't know what he looks like, he is obviously nearsighted."

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Rango cast his eyes towards the strange-looking guys downstairs.

A family of werewolves with wolf heads and bodies, but who can speak and walk upright; a mummy that is as bloated as a Michelin tire; a tall Frankenstein with stitching threads all over his body, who has to twist the spring every few steps; an invisible man who wears glasses, a patterned short-sleeved shirt and beach pants.

Behind them are more bizarre monsters, including green jelly-like slimes, slow-moving zombies, black witches riding brooms, eight-legged spiders, and disgusting flymen.
The waiters who served them were zombies whose limbs were slightly stiff but whose movements were fast. They moved around without any sense of incongruity.

In front of the living room, a skeleton band dressed in traditional Mexican costumes was playing enthusiastically.

And whenever a new visitor comes in, the two dried human heads hanging on the door will politely open their mouths to greet them.

This. This is fucking shit.

“It’s just a riot of demons!”

Rango was so shocked that he was speechless. He didn't think anything of it when he watched the movie before, but now that he was in it himself, he felt the horror of this place.

Every single one of these monsters below gave him a terrifying aura.

He even wondered if these guys were all the ancestors of the dark creatures in human society, and that when they got older they all gathered together on the mysterious island to retire!
"You don't have to be afraid, Rango." Mavis seemed to see the worry in his heart and comforted him: "Although they look a little strange, they are all good monsters and they are very fond of me."

"Sister, your father is Dracula. Do they dare to be unfriendly to you?" Rango said speechlessly.

"Humph, don't call me Big Sister."

Mavis patted him in pretended anger. Ever since he knew her real age, Rango began to call her like this in a teasing manner.

She was a little embarrassed at first, but after spending some time together, they quickly became familiar with each other. Not only did they often joke around, but even physical contact became natural and frequent.

Don't get me wrong, this was all Mavis's initiative.

Rango was about to observe the guests queuing outside the hotel to come in, but Mavis could no longer contain her excitement and pulled his hand, walking impatiently towards the banquet hall.

"Let's go down quickly. Teddy and Toothless are already playing downstairs."

"No wonder I haven't seen them. Wait."

Rango stopped at the door, pointed at his face which was covered in blue graffiti and asked, "How should I introduce myself when I go down? Blue Man?"

"Don't worry, I will introduce you as a stitched Frankenstein like Frank."

After saying that, she took Rango's hand and walked briskly up the stairs. The joy in her heart seemed to overflow. She couldn't remember how many years it had been since she had been so happy!

Although Rango seemed a little helpless, he was also infected by Mavis's enthusiasm, and a smile inadvertently appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, in the banquet hall, laughter and joy intertwined into a sea of ​​joy.

The Skeleton Band played a fast-paced but indescribable melody, which caused the monsters to dance one after another, with tap sounds coming one after another.

The tables around were filled with plates of pastries crawling with worms. In Rango's opinion, these dark dishes were actually delicacies in the eyes of the guests, who tasted them carefully with knives and forks.

Toothless was particularly voracious, his appearance leading the skeleton waiters to set up a special table just for him. On the other side, colorful, bubbling drinks were piled up into a tower.

Although these unknown liquids looked extremely suspicious, Teddy drank them very happily. He even mixed them with a piece of green jelly-like slime. The two of them laughed while drinking and looked very happy.

"These two guys treat this place as their own home."

Rango shook his head helplessly, but there was no sign of worry about them in his eyes.

This is Dracula's territory, and this is the birthday party for his beloved daughter. What if some ignorant guy dares to come out and cause trouble?

There is no need for Rango to take action, because Dracula, as a daughter slave, will definitely come out and suck the other person up at the first moment!

"Hey, Mavis, you look gorgeous today."

As the two of them walked down the stairs, a burly gargoyle came forward and showed great courtesy to Mavis.

It is worth mentioning that today Mavis wore a black puffy skirt with black stockings and leather shoes, plus the black eye shadow and lip gloss on her face, she looked sweet and cute with a sense of mystery.

The gargoyle couldn't help but want to lift her hand and kiss it, but Mavis first glanced at Rango beside her, then immediately and quickly pulled her hand away.

Then, without waiting for this guy to speak, she introduced him to Rango: "This is Mr. Gargoyle who lives in the Dark Forest."

Then he added in a low voice: "Although he looks tall and strong, he is just a timid and lustful guy. I don't know why my father invited him."

Rango smiled and nodded, looking curiously at the three-meter-tall, muscular, and fluttering gargoyle.

"Hahaha, hello Mr. Stone."

Rango greeted him in a friendly manner and made a few clever compliments. When the other party was feeling elated, he took the opportunity to ask, "Mavis just said that you came from the Dark Forest. Can you tell me about what's going on there?"

"Of course, but you..." The gargoyle looked at him, scratching his head in confusion, "I'm a little confused about the origins of people like you. Are you really a Frankenstein? How come you don't look ugly at all?"

Rango's face suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily: "First, explain to me what 'people like you' mean?! You are damn racist!"

"No, no, no, it's just a joke. I have Frankenstein friends around me too."

at the same time.

On the top floor of the hotel, there is a quiet room hidden, where Dracula is standing quietly in front of a classical oil painting.

In the painting, he looks almost the same as he does now, and they are smiling at each other with a gentle face and a similar temperament to Mavis. That is his deceased wife.

"My dear, tonight our daughter will celebrate her 118th birthday, which also marks the moment when she truly becomes an adult."

Dracula gently stroked the face of the person in the painting, his eyes full of affection and nostalgia for his deceased wife, "Don't worry, I will protect our daughter very well. She will not come into contact with any hateful humans. She will grow up happily under my care, just as you wish."

Looking at the woman in the portrait, Dracula hesitated but finally spoke: "But Mavis still came into contact with a human today, but I don't think that Rango looks like a bad guy. Don't worry, I will send him out as soon as he finishes singing for Mavis!"

"etc."

Dracula's heart trembled suddenly, and he suddenly realized that he had overlooked an important link - the singing that Rango promised!

His figure flashed and turned into a wisp of black mist. He instantly disappeared in the room and hurried to the banquet hall.

In the hall, Rango was drinking and chatting happily with the gargoyle. After a few drinks, the two seemed to be close friends who could talk about anything.

"Listen buddy, if you're going to the Dark Forest, don't forget to come visit me."

The gargoyle patted his chest proudly and promised: "I have many gargoyle moon-dressing dancers here, and I will definitely entertain you well when the time comes."

Rango glanced at the gargoyle next to him that looked like a monster, shrugged and said with a smile: "Of course, but thank you for the information, it is very useful to me."

Boom——!
At this moment, a sudden burst of black fog exploded, and Dracula suddenly appeared in front of them. He pulled Rango to a corner and asked anxiously: "The party has already started, but where is the song you said you would sing for Mavis? You didn't forget it, did you? I tell you, Mavis has been waiting for this."

Rango blinked. He was so busy observing these monsters and inquiring about the information on the island that he really forgot about it. It was just singing. It was nothing to him who had used this to pick up countless girls in middle school.

"Don't worry, what does Mavis like to listen to?" Rango asked confidently: "Country love songs? Rap? Blues"

"Rock!" Dracula shouted excitedly, "Hotel Transylvania needs rock music!"

"OK, isn't it just rock and roll?"

Rango touched his chin, a little confused, he didn't even know Gothic rock.

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