wednesday addams makes a friend
okay, but imagine:
wednesday is at the local library with her father, searching the shelves for a book uncle fester told her about dangerous animals in south america. Gomez strikes up a conversation with the elderly librarian mrs. phelps to help wednesday find what they are looking for.
“That one? Or, Mr. Addams - I’m afraid it’s been checked out.”
a squeaky wheel catches wednesday’s attention, and right past her walks a girl with an ENTIRE red-rocket wagon topped full of books. the girl carefully looks over each book and drops them carefully into the book-return
that’s when wednesday sees it - the book she’s been looking for.
wednesday walked slowly up to the girl’s wagon, and touched the cover.
“I just finished that one,” the girl says. wednesday straightens up. “It has a fascinating chapter on the red-bellied piranhas of South America.”
“We’re looking at getting one for Pugsley’s tank,” wednesday says.
“A piranha? It will eat your fish,” she said.
“I’m counting on it.”
“Is Pugsley your fish?”
“My brother.” Wednesday replied.
The girl thought a moment. “You’ll need at least a dozen - they hunt best in schools.”
wednesday just barely smiled, a single corner of her lips turning up. “I’m wednesday addams.” she said, extending a hand.
“Matilda,” the girl replied, shaking her hand. “Matilda Wormwood.”
I think the best part about this is that the Addams would adore her and just shower her with love.
“Wormwood,” says Gomez, enchanted. “What a lovely name.“
They be the best book buddies.
You just know that between a spooky little goth and a happy go lucky telekinetic, they would take over the damn world.
Matilda tells Wednesday what it’s like at home, and Wednesday tells her parents. Morticia and Gomez thank her for telling them, and go into the other room to talk.
The next day, the Wormwoods have gone on an indefinite vacation and need the Addams family to watch their daughter while they’re gone.
What? It doesn’t matter where they’re going. Stop asking.
Of course it has nothing to do with the large gentleman and the severed hand who showed up to help Matilda pack yesterday.
And it certainly has nothing to do with the fact that Mr. Wormwood came home to a hungry lion in his living room, with a very calm and very pale woman sitting in his chair, giving the lion a belly rub and saying she “just wanted to speak to you about our daughters.”
Don’t be silly.
Miss Honey turns up one day to say that she had planned to adopt Matilda herself. The Addamses take one look at her, having already heard quite enough about the Trunchbull, and promptly adjourn to the parlor for a family meeting.
After some whispered conversation- “Cara, she’s twenty-three. Twenty-three, for pity’s sake! And barely more than skin and bones!” -the pocket doors slide open and the entire family gravely approaches the young teacher. Who, for her part, doesn’t look frightened in the least.
“There’s a perfectly lovely tower room in the East Wing, my dear,” Morticia says, taking her gently by the arm. “You look like you could use some rest.”
One can’t adopt an adult, not legally. But nevertheless, the Addamses gain two new daughters that week.
























