A Flea Problem A Hotel Transylvania Special Insp
A Flea Problem
A Hotel Transylvania Special
Inspired by Disco Fleaver- Pocoyo
Wayne was playing fetch with 3 human children in the nearby forest, as he couldn’t help acting like a dog as he chased around in all fours and catches the ball with his mouth. But soon after another throw as he chased after it, Wayne stopped in his tracks to start scratching furiously, rolling on the ground and biting (\grooming) his fur, realizing he has fleas that are having are intense party, causing Wayne to itch. The only way for Wayne to stop scratching is for the children to tell the fleas to play more calmer music.
Info: (3rd opening scene) After Wayne catches the ball, he scratches his ears in front of the children as he nudges the ball to be thrown again as Wayne hops for joy. But the children don’t mind the scratching. Wayne does this 1-4 times, unaware that there is no discomfort or irritation. (DO NOT SKIP)
Info 2: Wayne whimpers and howls softly (but cutely in a way) when he realizes he has fleas.
Info 3: The children try to tell the fleas to play calmer music as Wayne scratches himself. The fleas process to play calmer music as Wayne’s itching and scratching slow down as he grunts in happiness. The fleas don’t leave, but the children mean no harm.
Info 4: Wayne acts like a dog, he doesn’t speak.
Info 5: (2nd opening scene) After Wayne catches the ball for the first time, Daisy scratches him behind the ears and say “Who’s a good boy? <–(X2) You are!” , before Wayne scratches his ears as he nudges the ball to be thrown again.
Info 6: The characters play at nighttime.
Info 7: When Wayne scratches himself furiously, rolling on the ground and biting (\grooming) his fur, Max imitates what Wayne’s doing, but the two children stop them to their dismay.
Info 8: (1st opening scene) Max, Daisy and Emma play with each other for a while as Wayne’s trying to catch the ball they’re having.
Characters:
Wayne the Werewolf
Fleas
3 Children (Max, Daisy and Emma)
The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the forest. Max, Daisy, and Emma, three human children on a camping trip with their parents, were giggling as they played tag among the trees. Wayne, the werewolf, lumbered happily behind them, a giant ball clutched in his furry jaws. He loved playing fetch with the children. He’d even learned to catch the ball with his mouth, like a dog, even though he didn’t quite understand the human obsession with throwing and retrieving.
Daisy threw the ball high, and Wayne, with a joyful bark, took off after it. He caught it mid-air, a triumphant grin spreading across his furry face. He trotted back to Daisy, nudging the ball with his nose, eager for another throw. Daisy scratched him behind the ears, “Who’s a good boy? You are! Who’s a good boy? You are!” Wayne, in his canine-like enthusiasm, started scratching behind his ears, a joyful, albeit slightly uncoordinated, dance of delight. He did this a few times, oblivious to the tiny, unseen creatures that were beginning to have a party on his fur.
The fun continued, the children laughing and running, Wayne panting and chasing. But then, something changed. Wayne stopped in his tracks, ears drooping, and began scratching himself furiously. He rolled on the ground, biting and grooming his fur, a low whine escaping his throat. The children stopped playing, their laughter replaced with concern.
Max, the oldest of the three, noticed the way Wayne was acting and looked closer. “Wayne, are you okay?” He asked, concerned. Wayne whimpered softly, his frantic scratching intensifying. It was then Max saw them – tiny black dots moving about on Wayne’s fur. “Fleas!” Max exclaimed, and then, noticing Wayne’s distress, he added, “He’s got fleas!”
Daisy and Emma, seeing the fleas, gasped in unison. Wayne, meanwhile, was now a whirlwind of fur and scratching. His whines turned into howls of discomfort, and even Max, trying to imitate Wayne’s scratching, had to be stopped by Daisy and Emma.
“We have to do something!” Daisy said, her voice tight with worry.
Emma, always the most observant of the three, noticed something strange. “They’re dancing!” she exclaimed.
Max and Daisy looked closer, their eyes widening. The fleas, tiny and numerous, were indeed moving in a rhythmic pattern, almost like they were dancing to music. The music, however, was invisible to the human eye, but its effect was undeniable. The louder the “music,” the more agitated Wayne became.
“Maybe we can tell them to play something calmer?” Daisy suggested, her voice tentative.
Max and Emma looked at her, skeptical. “They’re fleas! How can they understand us?” Max said, his brow furrowed.
But Daisy had a look of determination in her eyes. “We can try,” she said.
The children, taking a deep breath, reached out to Wayne, their voices soft and reassuring. “Fleas,” Daisy began, her voice barely above a whisper, “can you play some softer music? Wayne isn’t feeling well.”
Emma and Max joined in, repeating the words, their voices hesitant, but sincere.
Wayne, in his distress, seemed to look at the children, his eyes filled with a desperate plea.
The music, invisible to the human eye, shifted. It became softer, slower, less jarring.
Wayne’s frantic scratching slowed down, his whines turning into low, satisfied grunts. He continued to scratch, but it was now a gentle, rhythmic motion, more of a comfortable routine than a desperate attempt to relieve the itching.
The children, relieved and surprised, looked at each other. They hadn’t expected it to work, but it had. They had calmed the invisible party on Wayne’s fur.
The children continued to play with Wayne, the fleas, now playing a softer tune, remained on his fur. He wasn’t completely cured, but the itching had subsided enough for him to enjoy the night, and for the children to keep playing with their furry friend. After all, even with the fleas, Wayne was still the best friend a human could ask for.
