Predefined things that have to appear:Anti-pimple cream, digicam, packet of Haribo, baseball cap with the inscription "I love Count Von Krolock"

tourists? Oh no!

So cozy and soft, thought the Count in his slumber, and turned to one side. Outside you could hear the other vampires trampling around loudly and making strange noises. Moment. To produce such a volume you really need a lot of vampires and not many lived in the castle and the rest hibernated, so to speak, in the private cemetery. As much as he would have loved to stay a little longer in the warm coffin, the volume in the crypt simply brought him upset and so he decided to look for the right thing. As soon as he had opened the lid of the coffin and looked out, he was blinded by a bright light that came and went like lightning. In these seconds Von Krolock thought it had happened to him, but when his blinded eyes normalized again he saw a really large crowd standing around his coffin and gazing at him."What in the name of hell, blood and fire is going on here?" Cried the count, trying to hide his confusion, which was difficult for him in view of the many people.
"Ah, your Excellency is awake," one heard between the crowd and Chagal stepped out of it. "Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen, it's all part of the show."
"Show?" Asked the count and looked at the fat ex-tavern owner, whom he immediately pulled towards him with gentle but firm force. "What is this all about? Who is responsible for it?" He thundered, and while he did this another flash hit the two vampires. "Stop immediately!" The count ranted into the crowd and looked angry, but that meant that a real flashlight war broke out.
"Father, you're finally awake," shouted Herbert, squeezing through the crowd.
"I finally want to know what's going on here, the hell cuckoo again!"
" Oh you know..."
"No! That's why I ask," Von Krolock interrupted his son and continued to scowl."Some of us talked about what we should do in the future. I mean, we vampires can't just be the big bad bloodsuckers, can we? That's exactly why we decided to do a little tourism," Herbert explained grin.
"Tourists?" Asked the count and his teeth would certainly have fallen out of his jaw if they hadn't been stuck.
"Yes. Do it as a good thing. So we can earn a little on the side."
"And who invited them all?"
"Well, we have the professor ... Ah there he is. Professor!" Shouted the count's son and beckoned Professor Abronsius over.
"Good evening Excellency," he greeted with a polite smile.
"Did you bring them all with you?"
"Oh yes. They were all just thrilled when they read the leaflets that said they could go on vacation in a real vampire castle with real vampires."
"Leaflets? Vacation? And nobody asked me?This is MY lock and I ..., "at the same time von Krolock straightened up threateningly and the thunderstorm of flashlights went off again." END OF NONSENSE! "Immediately everyone jumped back a meter and held their breath.
"Herr Graf!" Cried Sarah and joined the others with Alfred and Magda in tow.
"What are you doing there?" The Count exclaimed when he looked at the three people who were holding the good trays in their hands (which, by the way, were family heirlooms), and on these were rows of baseball caps marked "I. Love Count Von Krolock "wore.
"What does it look like? We're doing merchandising," Sarah said proudly. "We have already sold so many. Wasn't the idea great? It came from Herbert, my father and me," announced the beautiful proudly and that was exactly what made Count Von Krolock a little soothed. All vampires who lived in the castle knew that Count Sarah couldn't be angry, even if she was only involved in an idea."And that," he coughed briefly, "that is successful?"
"Sure," Abronsius answered the question. "People love this castle, the vampires and you, of course."
"From me? I haven't done anything."
"But we've already told them a lot of stories about them that they are simply blown away."
His Excellency looked silently into the broadly grinning faces of everyone who seemed to hope they could continue with what they were doing.
"All right," he coughed again. "But woe betide precious objects break!"
"JIPIEEEEE!" Shouted the vampires and the professor and danced around happily.
"You will see, we will swing the child," said Herbert and waved a hand in the direction of the tourist. "You should have seen how they all bought away the homemade Transylvanian anti-pimple cream. Although I have to say that some need it," Herbert whispered the last sentence.
"Come closer, ladies and gentlemen and also the dear children," Chagal encouraged the people.The count was already surrounded by them and had to endure all the glaring light again.
"Please, don't do that!" He asked, holding his sleeve in front of his face. Now the thunderstorm of flashlights stopped, but now many of them took out their digital cameras and held them directly in front of the count's face.
"Digicam?" Read the count questioningly on one of the devices. " What's this?"
"You really don't come out of your castle very often, Your Excellency," said the professor, trying to explain to him what the small devices were all about.
"Interesting," said Von Krolock, fascinated. "Such a thing would be helpful to observe certain activities in the castle," he thought of how devious the others had decided to invite tourists over his back, and that was not the only thing. "Well, you mean ... No! Not in my coffin!" Von Krolock had to look in disbelief as some children climbed into his beautiful sarcophagus and started jumping up and down."Please don't jump around on it! I just recently fitted him with new pillows!" Desperate, he took out one child after the other and one of them dropped a packet of Haribo, which were already pretty sticky and were now scattered in the coffin. " Oh no!"
"Haribo makes children happy and the count looks as stupid as straw!" Said the little ones and laughed.
Before another misfortune could happen, Chagal led the crowd out of the crypt in order to lead them all to the private cemetery. With a sigh, the Count de-bearded (* g *) his beautiful pillows. It was questionable whether he would ever get used to tourists, but one thing he had to admit, there was a little money in the coffers again. This thought calmed him down to some extent and he was already thinking of getting new pillows. Maybe he judged this idea with the vacationers a little too badly because he was simply surprised and couldn't prepare. He was just about to set off to leave the crypt when he saw one of the children sitting next to the coffin and looking at him with tearful eyes.Apparently his parents just forgot about him. How could parents forget their children? In doing so, a story told him when he lost Herbert, when he was a small child, while going for a walk. He leaned over to the little boy and then said: "We'd better look for your parents." He took the little boy by the hand and went to the cemetery. At the sight of the overjoyed parents he felt quite pleasant. He hadn't felt this good in a long time. Then suddenly some snowballs hit him in the face. The children from earlier had bombed him and were laughing out loud. Maybe he would regret his decision after all, with such attacks that had now taken place in a short time.