In Dawson's cozy bedroom, the antique Lamp on the nightstand suddenly sprang to life, its bulb glowing like a disco ball. "Watch out, Dawson! Dracula's crashing the party!" it squeaked in a high-pitched voice. Just then, Dracula swooped in through the window, his cape tangled in the curtains. "I am the mighty Count, here to conquer!" he boomed, but instead of fangs, he wielded a ridiculous fly swatter shaped like a bat. Dracula charged at a buzzing fly that wasn't there, swatting wildly and knocking over a stack of pillows. The Lamp giggled uncontrollably, flickering on and off, which made Dracula spin in circles. "Stop that light show; it's ruining my dramatic entrance!" In the chaos, Dracula accidentally swatted himself on the nose, sending his fangs flying like a boomerang. They landed on the Lamp, turning it into a makeshift vampire light. Dawson burst out laughing as Dracula tripped over a fuzzy slipper and vanished in a puff of silly smoke. The Lamp quipped, "Next time, try a vacuum!"