Post by mina on Jul 12, 2020 14:12:49 GMT
Vladimir Duckula brings the counts to play the violin. Later they appear as street musicians "Freak Vampire". Butler Igor doesn't like this at all.
Vladimir stood there with his eyes closed, he was immersed in his world, his world of music. The tones sounded in his ears as if they wanted to sing the world, or as if he could use it to sing the beauty of the world. When he finished the piece of music, he opened his eyes again. He met Count Duckula's gaze, who now sighed deeply. Emma did the same. Only Igor seemed a little upset or upset. "Music at Duckula Castle ... how low we went."
"Igor! So please!" His master looked at him in punishment. He got up and looked at Igor. "There is an organ and a piano in this castle, so don't always tell us that there was never any music at Duckula Castle."
Igor straightened up and cleared his throat. "Well, I'm thinking of music suitable for a vampire ..."
Vladimir shrugged. "When you think of something like that ..." he bowed to her. "Wojciech Kilar."
After the play, the count had tears in his eyes. "What piece of what this?"
"Dracula and Mina" ... Igor wanted something with a vampire and that's it ... "
Count Duckula sighed. "Wow ... woi ... wow ... I didn't know there was anything like that!"
Vladimir put down the violin and grinned Breit. "I think there are still some things you don't know ... about vampires - and about music."
Count Duckula looked dreamily at the violin. "May I…?"
Vladimir shrugged. "Nothing speaks against it." The count carefully took the violin, put on the violin bow and ...
"Please young sir! Don't do this to us! Don't allow him!" groaned, according to Igor.
Vladimir's look was a single warning. He completely ignored the butler and went to stand by his brother. He briefly guided his hand with the violin bow and then checked the position of the fingers. Finally he nodded. "Okay, start!"
What you heard was not exactly ready for a concert. But Vladimir was amazed. He nodded approvingly. "For a beginner ... I would say very well! You have talent in you! Must be in the family!" Count Duckula grinned broadly and contentedly. He looked triumphantly at Igor.
"Sir, young sir! She wasn't serious!"
"Oh my really serious! Igor do you know how difficult it is to play such an instrument? It was really remarkable for a beginner."
"But ... it was ..."
"Still Igor!" Vladimir growled at the butler, this time it sounded really annoyed. "I know that you want to deny your master any talent! But what are you going to do with it?" he growled deeper and strode menacingly towards the butler. "Do you want to label him a complete idiot?"
"Oh no no ... of course not ..." Igor waved his hands. So suddenly he felt completely uncomfortable when Vladimir came up to him and looked threateningly. "… it is only…"
"What only? You don't like what he is! Is that why you should pay him more respect!"
Grad Duckula straighten up. "That's right Vladimir, tell him!"
Vladimir looked from one to the other. "No ... I know something better! I'll give you violin lessons!"
Count Duckula cheered.
"Don't be too early," said Vladimir. "That means practicing every day for you! THAT is my condition."
Igor groaned loudly, then Vladimir turned to them. "If you don't like it, just move to another room. We really have enough of that in the castle." He sighed.
Turned back to his brother. "Well, if you promise to practice every day, I'm ready to teach you."
Count Duckula nodded eagerly. "Yes ... yes ... yes YES!"
"Good. And you will make it. You have talent." Count Duckula grinned broadly, raised his chest, looked over at Igor and stuck his tongue out briefly.
It was so good that someone believed in him. "And then ... and then ... I will become famous - and rich!"
Vladimir grinned. "Come back to the floor, brother heart. If that were the case, do you think I wouldn't have been? I have been playing the instrument for more than 40 years."
"Then you just started it wrong! Vladimir you always hold back, hide, me against ..."
Vladimir patted him on the shoulder. "You should hold back too. When the time comes."
"But why?" "Because ..." Vladimir considered. "Okay, I admit you probably have it a little easier than me. If I were to appear in public, I would draw a lot of attention to myself."
"But that's exactly it! Get famous! Famous!"
"What should I be known for with my face? As a vampire? The wrong people will also be noticed, vampire hunters or other vampires."
Count Duckula blinked. "Vampire hunters ... I didn't think about that. But why should other vampires mind?"
Vladimir sighed and sat on a chair. "You know, it is better for our way to get as little attention as possible. All the more secure we live. You don't fight something that doesn't exist. So some vampires also make sure that you keep this law. Don't be noticed."
Count Duckula indicated the door in which Igor had just disappeared.
"What about our family? Igor has sent them back to the village for centuries and is trying to convince both of us to this day."
Vladimir raised an eyebrow. "That surprises me, too. But it wasn't good. Have a look at our ancestral gallery, how many Duckula should you be?"
"According to Igor's statement, the 17th"
"Then think for yourself, the first Duckula who became a vampire lived in the 12th century. How long was the life expectancy of a Duckula?"
Count Duckula considered and started counting with his fingers. "Um ... not high."
"Exactly! And that for a being that is actually immortal." Vladimir shook his head. "It's a shame!" He thought. "But now let's turn to the violin. When the time comes, we can still think about your career. Okay?"
Vladimir picked up his violin and showed it to his brother. "So let's start ... From left to right, this is the" G "string, then the" D "string, next the" A "string and the" E "string."
He struck each string with his fingers so that his brother could hear the sound. Then he played them with the violin bow.
Count Duckula looked at him questioningly. "Do I really have to learn it?"
Vladimir's gaze became a little stern. "Believe me, you have to start with these basics, otherwise you don't have to go on. You need a lot of patience with ... above all with yourself."
Vladimir handed over his violin to Count Duckula. Showed him exactly how to hold her. "Okay ... now you try to play each note individually with the bows. Okay?"
"Yes but…"
"Nothing but!" Count Duckula looked almost startled at his brother, but Vladimir's expression was mild. "... I teach you everything step by step, it is a long way. But only if you walk it you will reach the goal. If you just go for it, you will only fall on your beak again. And you have didn't tell me that everyone was just laughing at you? "
Count Duckula considered.
"Well, you see. I'll show you the way. And don't let anyone talk in, not even Igor." Vladimir sighed. "All right, I said you first learn to play each note individually ..."
"Are there only the four notes?"
"Not really. But I'll show you that later."
Weeks later.
Igor was really annoyed. The same thing every day, for hours these strange sounds could be heard. He did not hear any real progress, even though Vladimir seemed quite happy with the count and he always praised the count. But what was that supposed to do? Music at Duckula Castle. Igor didn't really like that. Why did Vladimir have to encourage the count? Although he had to admit that the notes sounded very harmonic to Vladimir. Although ... harmonious? "Um!" Igor shook himself.
Vladimir was confusing, the little guy messed him up, why had he come back after all these years? and then want to overturn the history of the Duckulas?
Moaning at this fact, Igor turned to the portrait of one of the ancestors and found a conversation with him.
"The old days ... what do I miss them ... the young boys are an impertinence for an old loyal butler like me! But unfortunately I am also obliged to them, I have to take care of them if they also betray the Duckula family. They would turn to Grab if they knew what was going to happen to them, the new customs that introduced them, joy, joy ... and love.
... they would turn to the grave, Count Duckula. "
Without noticing Igor, the 17th count had stepped behind him. Frowning, he listened to his butler. "Igor, I'm here!"
Igor jumped, startled, and went to his heart. "You can't scare an old butler at this time!"
"You talked to Count Duckula and he doesn't look at the old, ugly picture, but it was right behind you. So what do you want from me Igor?"
Igor sighed. "I just meant that if you knew what was going on, your ancestors would turn to their graves."
Count Duckula frowned, remembering Vladimir's words some time ago. "Nonsense Igor, they wouldn't! I AM all my ancestors, nobody turns around in the grave ... I mean ... how even if everyone fell to ashes? ... but since I am all. I have to say that I - So everyone - are very satisfied with the development. "
The count shook his head thoughtfully. "Provided that I understand my own words."
During this time Vladimir also joined them. He had his violin in his hand and looked quite satisfied. "I think it's time you got your own violin, Fridolin."
Count Duckula beamed all over the face.
Igor groaned louder. "Oh no please, not this too!"
"Why not?" Vladimir replied. "He can't play my violin forever, and how should we play together later when we only have one?"
Igor considered that he came to a conclusion, which he led himself to think about. "And like my two gentlemen, they want to pay for this violin. With what money? They have nothing."
Count Duckula's face darkened. "Always these little things ..."
"We'll find a way." appeased Vladimir.
Igor felt hope. "Do you want to rob a bank? Do you want to buy a violin under coercion? Is there still a bit of malice with you? Do you make an old butler happy with that ?!"
"Igor! I ask you! No, no, no ... and again NO!" Count Duckula turned to Vladimir. "what you up to?"
Vladimir considered. "If need be, we just have to sell some of this stuff that is still lying around in the castle. A lot of it is just stuff for us - others are interested in it."
"To sell?" Igor groaned. "What do you want to sell from your inheritance?"
"Do not know yet…"
"In any case, neither the magic coffin nor the clock." The count confirmed. "I've made the mistake before. But otherwise ..." he stroked his beak. "... I agree with Vladimir!" Count Duckula nodded. "And where do we start looking?"
"Don't know ... you know your way around better than I do."
"Cluj?" asked Count Duckula.
"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Igor considered.
"Why not? I've been there many times without any problems."
"You my lord, too - to my regret, have no canine teeth!" Igor considered.
Vladimir looked at Igor, then at his brother. "We have to go through this."
A small bell rang on the door of the instrument maker. The man looked up as Count Duckula entered. "Halli Hallo" said this cheerful. "my name is Count Duckula and I think you can help me ..."
Vladimir came after. "We are looking for a violin, a really good violin." added this.
Startled by Vladimir's canine teeth, the man jumped behind his counter.
Count Duckula came to him and casually leaned against this piece of furniture. "Don't worry, it doesn't bite."
"I am well mannered and do not bite every throat I met." Vladimir replied somewhat sarcastically.
"Vladimir, THAT wasn't helpful." Count Duckula admonished him. He walked around the counter, leaned down to the man, and smiled gently at him. "All right, nothing really happens to them. They have my word on that."
"That ... a Duckula's word?"
"Of course!"
Vladimir had to laugh, "I don't know little brother whether this was really better to calm the gentlemen!"
Count Duckula groaned. "Well, we really only came to ask for a violin for me. That's all I want. Do you understand? I just want to buy a violin, and then we'll be rid of it!"
The man came out trembling. "So a violin ... what price range were you thinking of?"
"As cheap as possible." Count Duckula replied shortly.
"Well," Vladimir cleared his throat. "well, I wouldn't say it should be a very good one."
"Yes ... but as cheap as possible!"
Just as the man was about to grab a violin, he spun around, startled. "Do you want to blackmail me? Threaten me?"
"Goodness no!" replied Count Duckula. And was just glad that Igor wasn't with them at that moment. "No ... no ... no. I'm an honest count. I don't blackmail people and I don't threaten them either!"
"It's just that," added Vladimir, "we're just barely short of cash at the moment."
The man nodded blankly. "So impoverished nobility."
"Do you have to say it so directly?" Count Duckula's voice sounded a little busy.
"Forgive Milord." He turned and took out a violin. "How about this one?"
Count Duckula accepted it, took the violin bow and played a few notes that Vladimir had taught him. He seemed satisfied. However, Vladimir frowned. "Give it to me."
When Vladimir started playing, you could immediately hear that someone had mastered this instrument for decades. Vladimir returned the instrument. "Well, it's already good. However, I don't think it's really appropriate for a count."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," Vladimir smiled kindly, "you know, we want to play together. And I think it's inappropriate because the Count plays an instrument with less volume than I do."
Vladimir reached for his violin case and took out his instrument. And started playing on this one.
The instrument maker listened and then asked if he should take a look at this violin, Vladimir presented it to him.
"A wonderful instrument. You can hear that it has a soul."
"Well, I want to assume that, it's old enough."
"Do you know when it was built?"
"1818."
"A beautiful piece."
"We have a lot of old stuff lying around…"
"I think that was ... not a fitting remark either." Vladimir smiled.
The violin maker cleared his throat. "So you want a high quality violin?"
"So desired."
"But you don't have that much money at your disposal?"
Vladimir and the count looked at each other. Finally Count Duckula turned around. "Well ... as I said, we have ... all sorts of old stuff around, there's definitely something in there."
"That may be ... but I'm not an antique dealer. I can't do anything with it."
Vladimir considered. "Do you know something? Give my brother a chance to the counts, let him choose a violin. They say what they want and put it back until we have the fuss."
Enthusiasm was different. But Vladimir's broad grin - and not forgetting his canines, seemed to have a certain persuasiveness.
Count Duckula tried one violin after the other, always watched skeptically by his brother. Finally Count Duckula looked at him questioningly.
"Vladimir ... I can't choose between the two." pointing to the best. "Which one would you take?"
"Both are good. But it's not my decision. The violin has to speak to you - not to me."
Count Duckula's eyes could not have been more questioning. "You should speak to me ?"
"Yes exactly." Vladimir looked deeply into the earl's eyes. "When I found my violin, I felt as if she had called me. Feel inside ... which of the two is calling to you?"
Count Duckula considered. "You mostly ... like Harry Potter that the wand chooses the wizard and not the other way around?"
Vladimir nodded. "Exactly! And now you take each of the two again to you and play something on it, you close your eyes and feel in yourself ... very deeply. And if it is the right one ... you will feel its answer deeply in your heart. You can feel it in there. Okay? " he touched the duck count's chest and looked him deeply in the eye.
"Take a deep breath ... relax ... and feel ..."
Count Duckula nodded, took the first of the two and played. Finally he put it away and took the second one, played it too, took down the violin bow and took a deep breath.
"She is it."
Vladimir nodded in satisfaction. "Good. So say your price and put that violin back for my brother."
The instrument maker looked at Vladimir and the count. "They are two weird, but interesting birds. But what you just said ... I give them a chance ... whoever speaks like this knows what is important!"
Vladimir smiled.
"Well, it would be easier if they didn't have canines."
Count Duckula stood up. "You shouldn't judge anyone by their external judgment." he remarked instructively.
The bell rang again as they left the shop. The brothers looked at each other outside. "Now all we have to do is sell something. Do you have an idea what to offer?"
"Hmmm ..." Count Duckula considered. "... I've given Igor away before ... but he was brought back again."
"IGOR? Brother heart, we can't offer that to anyone, THAT would be irresponsible. We have his" little "quirks under control. But a stranger?"
Vladimir sighed. "Igor is ... a danger to every mortal. We can never expect that from anyone. I mean, I am not surprised that he was brought back."
Count Duckula clicked his tongue on it. "You're right ... I mean ... when I think of his hobbies? ... and when he cooks, it's only in red."
when he heard about the offer to choose a lock as something. Especially when he saw the condition of the castle. At first he was also disappointed when he noticed that there was no real treasure in this descending castle. No gold, no silver, no gems ... nothing of the same kind.
But then he found something that appealed to him. Fortunately he loved knightly games, and knew enough people who would appear in the medieval market as such and would give a lot to get real armor. And that's exactly what he saw antique dealers. Igor started to moan when he noticed this interest.
"Oh my lord not ... the armor ... it was once yours ..."
Vladimir glanced at Igor, which would have been worthy of this ancestor.
"... I know that it was once mine!" hissed Count Duckula quietly to the butler. "but I don't need it anymore. So get rid of it!"
The dealer had heard part of the conversation and was looking at Igor with confusion. Vladimir lead the dealer away. "Our butler is old, you have to know, very old ... he's already a bit senile."
"Wouldn't it be time to think of a younger butler?" asked he.
"Oh you know, he has been in the service of our family for so long. You already overlook a few quirks of his age. Simply out of compassion." said the count in a shallow voice.
Igor growled. Vladimir gave the butler a mischievous look.
So they negotiated about the armor and agreed. However, the price was not enough for the desired violin. So something had to be sold.
That some people had a strange taste in art that was not easy to follow was nothing new. However, Count Duckula and Vladimir could not really imagine that there should actually be those who should have ugly portraits of vampires. But that was the case.
The antique dealer very soon said goodbye, also with a portrait of Duckula's ancestors.
Which made Igor wail even more.
Inside the butler felt anger rising over this young baggage, the youngest of the Duckula's. And he cursed the day he grabbed the ketchup, as did the one when he agreed to raise a little chick. It felt like she conspired the world against him. And if it were only two drakes that destroyed his worldview again and again.
The Duckula's, however, were happy with the trade.
"Jeeeehhhh Jiiipiiiiieeee!" Count Duckula held up his newly acquired violin with joy, it was not an old one, but a new one. But that didn't matter! it was his alone! and she had only called him! Igor groaned loudly as the count entered the castle with her. Count Duckula paid little attention to him at first. It was only when Igor looked at Vladimir punishingly and wanted to make a comment that the count turned around and stuck out his butler's tongue. "Nanna na na na ... Blah!"
"Oh what an impressive remark!" Vladimir noticed dryly. His look at Igor was mocking. "Just wait ... he has talent."
"How you mean my young master, how you mean ..."
Emma, however, was thrilled with the joy of her little Duckyboos. "I have a violin! I have a violin! And it's mine!"
"Oh Mister Igor, it’s not lovely how happy the little Duckyboos is! You’re really happy!"
"He ... is not ..." Igor groaned. "... oh forget it!"
"What am I supposed to forget?"
"Forget Emma, forget it! You're so best at it anyway."
"Oh Mister Igor, it's so wonderful to be praised!" Emma beamed all over her face.
During this time Count Duckula and Vladimir ran up to their "practice room" and started to practice violin playing.
Again and again, Vladimir spoke to his brother, encouraging him to continue if he either got too hasty or wanted to give up because it was too difficult for him.
One year later…
Igor came past the practice room, sighed when he heard the game. Meanwhile, Vladimir was leaning against the open door and smiling at him. "It is a pleasure to hear your game, young Vladimir."
Igor noticed lost in thought. Vladimir grinned wider. "Thank you Igor! But I don't play…"
Only now did the butler notice his mistake in logic. Almost startled, but very confused, he looked into the face of Vladimir, who was still leaning against the door frame. While that, but quite pleasant violin playing resounded from the room.
Completely irritated, Igor went into this room ... and saw the count playing his violin.
Only when he finished the game did he stop and look triumphantly at Igor, "My lord!" it broke out of Igor. "I have to admit I didn't expect this." he cleared his throat.
"They were always so talented in everyone."
"I pretend I missed this!" Count Duckula looked at him in punishment.
Vladimir stood next to his brother and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Well, of course they don't play as well as Vladimir ..." the butler tried to get the upper hand again.
"It all comes, Igor. It all comes yet."
Count Duckula did not allow himself to be impressed, or rather, did not talk down in his enthusiasm and praise. "Now we can perform! Then I will become famous! And rich!" He looked at Vladimir.
"Of course I mean WE will!"
However, Vladimir's gaze became a little skeptical at the moment. It was something in his brother's tone that he didn't like. "Famous, Reich? What do you expect from it?"
Count Duckula looked irritated. "I ... I want to be loved! I want money ... I want to be rich."
Vladimir looked closely at his brother. There was something with him that he needed to talk to.
"However, there is nothing to suggest that we perform together ..."
A wide grin spread over Count Duckula's beak. Vladimir continued to speak. "... however, a small start would be appropriate. As a street musician. With you as a second violin, at least for now!"
Count Duckula jumped up. "Jippi!"
"No no no!" of course the contradiction came, the usual suspect, Igor, horrified. "THAT shouldn't be, no Duckula would indulge them! Playing music on the streets! It's like begging! Begging on the street! NO!" Igor was beside himself. "My lord, sir ... don't humiliate the Duckula family so much! It's unworthy of them!"
Count Duckula stood up in front of him. "It's an honest way to make money! ... but you probably don't like the honest thing about it."
Vladimir stood next to him. "Let it be Fridolin. Igor is not interested in the money we earn from it. So we have more for ourselves! Our butler doesn't want a wage."
Igor gasped and searched for the right words. Although it was clear to him that he probably could not convince his young masters.
"I beg them ... they can't just stand on the street and play music. What an impression that makes."
"So if we play well, it makes a good impression."
THAT was not the idea Igor meant. "They are of nobility! They cannot just play music and beg for money on a street. A duckula has never begged for money!" he said in an angry voice.
Vladimir sighed. "Got a clue what a duckula had to beg for."
"You are also vampires!" added Igor.
Vladimir considered. "Igor is not wrong."
"But you don't see it in me." Count Duckula considered. "you already ... Hmmm." He started running in circles. Vladimir, however, sat down on a chair and watched his brother.
"Very well. Maybe we can take this to our advantage too."
"W ... what?" Count Duckula stopped abruptly.
"I mean, we're vampires. Why should we pretend?"
"You'd kill us!" started Count Duckula.
"If they really believe it. But not if they think it's a gag, a joke. If you use your bit and we are accused of being some. Then you can take out the bit to prove it to them we are not. That is enough, then most are convinced, then I also need to prove that I cannot. "
Count Duckula tried to follow and started to squint. "That is ..." he considered. "…twisted."
"Right!" Vladimir nodded.
Igor laughed. "With all due respect young Vladimir. This thought is completely absurd. What if it comes out? What if the relatives find out?"
Vladimir and the count looked at each other. They preferred not to think about that. Finally, Vladimir cleared his throat. "I think the likelihood is very low ... unless someone tells us," he looked at Igor intently. "But I want to assume that this someone would not betray his own masters. Or?"
The rest went under in Igor's whining.
And it should be worse for him ...
... "Where do we want to start?"
"Definitely not here, there's nothing going on here. And the rural population won't give us anything."
"That's right, Fridolin. Best where most of the tourists are. Music vampire ducks are the most popular."
"Bucharest? Cluj?"
Vladimir considered. "You're right. There are the airports - so most of the tourists will be there too ... I rely entirely on your experience."
"Somebody has to collect the money."
Both looked over at Igor. He groaned loudly. "No, please don't ask me! I'm begging you! Not such a humiliation!"
"When we play we can't collect the money with our hats on," the count warned. "and you are our butler!"
"Oh no! This humiliation! This humiliation !!!" Igor was close to a nervous breakdown. "I quit!"
"Not now ... later ..." Count Duckula waved it off. He wasn't really listening to his butler. Too often he had already threatened to quit. He turned back to his brother.
"And what about abroad? We can go anywhere with the castle!"
Vladimir became uncomfortable with the thoughts, he did not like to travel with the castle. "Think of me, leave it in our home for now."
Count Duckula looked at him and understood. "As you want Vladimir."
"And what do we want to call ourselves? Crazy Vampires?"
"How about" The Vegetable Vampires "?"
"I'm not a vegetarian."
"That's right. It would be" vampires of love "."
"Sounds pretty ambiguous."
"Um .. yes. Does it have to be" vampire "? How about" musician of immortality "?"
"Don't know Fridolin. Somehow I don't like it."
Igor, who was annoyed at the whole thing, could not resist a remark. "I have to serve freaks ... what a shame."
"Freaks?" Count Duckula and Vladimir looked at each other. "THAT is it, we are unusual as vampires ... strange ... how are" the freak vampires! "Igor that is awesome! Thanks!"
"Music freak vampires."
Igor groaned louder, it felt like everything was going to get worse.
Cluj a few weeks later. Count Duckula, who knew a lot better than Vladimir, selected a place where it was reasonably quiet and enough tourists came by. They calmly unpack their instruments and put them down. A quick comparison of the pieces you wanted to play. Igor was pressed into Graf Duckula's old cylinder, Emma just stood there and took care of her "little chickens". As agreed, Count Duckula put his vampire teeth in. The brothers were watched by prying eyes while they were there.
"Vampires as musicians?" asked a passerby.
Count Duckula smiled. "We are the" freak vampires "."
The passer looked at him irritably and questioningly. "If we were vampires, we would be real freaks among them." declared the count almost proud.
Vladimir nodded. "Exactly this!"
Igor groaned loudly.
"Don't moan Igor, you know what to do". Count Duckula warned him.
"Well, let's hear it… let's hear your freak vampires."
"1-2-3 ..." they put on the violin bow and started playing. Since Vladimir had much more experience, the count finally agreed to play only the second violin and let his brother take the lead.
They started with the "Radetky March" and continued with "On the beautiful blue Danube", but also old Romanian pieces, "The Lonely Shepherd", "The Lark" and others.
Igor ran the cylinder from one to the other as instructed, and looked at him menacingly if anyone didn't want to give up any money. Even if his work disgusted him.
Vladimir then put his violin down a little. "Hey Igor! You shouldn't threaten her!"
"Right, don't chase them away!" Confirmed Count Duckula.
"As my lord mean, but can't you at least give me this joy?"
"Not if it takes us away from some drachmas!"
Vladimir looked at his brother. "Maybe we should have asked Emma after all?"
"Don't know", a scrutinizing look at the cheerful chicken which was buzzing nearby with a buzz and one foot.
"Let's try it… Emma, please come over here."
In a good mood, Emma went to her Duckyputz. "Please take the cylinder off Igor, then you take it - I mean the cylinder, NOT Igor. In your good hand. You hold the cylinder exactly as Igor did and do exactly what Igor did all the time you understand? "
"Yes I do not know."
Count Duckula groaned. "Igor would you please come and explain to Emma what she has to do. If you did it right, you will be freed from this work."
"Thank you my lord, too kind."
So they left it to Igor to explain the stupid chicken how to collect the money.
Igor was released from the humble work and made sure that he got as far away from the acting as possible. He would have preferred if he hadn't been associated with the siblings at all!
He sat down on a park bench and first rested. He paid no further attention to the group of young students who passed him.
Dorin already heard the music from far, curious what was going on, they decided to take a look at what was going on there. Suddenly the two musicians came, the more it was Dorin as if he would freeze. THAT couldn't be true! He told his friends to wait because he wanted to take a closer look at the violin players.
Vladimir sensed Dorin already, but didn't want to stop playing the violin and just pretended that nothing was.
Count Duckula was immersed in his game that he noticed nothing. He closed his eyes, enjoyed his performance, and the audience's acceptance, turned around, opened his eyes again, looked Dorin right in the face.
A strange sound came out of his terror
"What are you doing here?" Dorin hissed at him.
"You can see that!"
Dorin pointed to Duckula's canine teeth. "So you have canines!"
Angrily, Count Duckula took out the bit and held it out to Dorin. "Then you are a bloodsucker too!"
Dorin backed away, feeling a bit silly now.
"And besides, it's none of your business what we're doing here! You can't forbid us to make music!"
"Why do you do that you need fresh blood for your brother?"
That really annoyed Count Duckula. "Keep Vladimir out of our argument! We just want to make some money and have fun with it!"
"Count Duckula as a street musician." Dorin shook her head in disbelief.
"If that bothers you, then join Igor. Then you can also exchange!" He pointed to the park bench on which Igor was sitting. Dorin turned and looked in the direction of the vulture and immediately became unsure.
"Are there problems with Duckyboos?"
Dorin started and saw a huge chicken, which looked down at him skeptically. "don't make my Duckyputz trouble, otherwise you could get some with me! and I can get very angry!" Dorin looked up at Emma and swallowed. "D ... Duck ... Duckyboos?" he stammered.
In the meantime, Vladimir had stopped playing the violin and came to them. "All right Emma, I'll take care of him."
"As you mean Flea."
"Fl ... Fl ... Flea?"
Vladimir grabbed a sleeve from Dorin's shirt and pulled it with him. "Quite right we have nicknames, we are just normal ducks."
"Normal ducks ?" Dorin was far too unsettled to laugh. Vladimir pushed him into a corner and tapped his chest with his violin bow.
"Now listen to me, you white drake - did someone ever tell you that you looked like a little goose? Are you related to him?"
Dorin shook her head.
"Doesn't matter ..." Vladimir was visibly annoyed. "... my brother and I are here to make music and earn some drachmas with it. And YOU can't forbid us or stop us in any way! It's our good right. You have no power over us! Got it? ! "
Dorin nodded uncertainly. "Yes ... yes ... it's just," he scratches the back of his head uncertainly. "It looks so silly. I mean the terrible Count Duckula, begging for money."
"We don't beg! We offer people music and get money for it. I can't find anything silly about it." Vladimir, like Count Duckula, pointed to Igor.
"If you are of this opinion, then go to Igor! I think you would understand yourself dazzled! ... it is Igor, by the way, who kept people in the lock and asked us to take their blood. So also with Antanasia, it was Igor ! not my brother and not me either! So please go to Igor! I hope you enjoy it. "
Dorin backed away. "All right ... all right ... I'm going."
"I want to have advised you that too! And now go away! My brother and I still have work to do!"
Puffing angrily, Vladimir looked after him.
"What did you say to him Vladimir?" he heard Count Duckula's voice beside him.
"The same as you. I sent him to Igor, but he didn't want to accept the offer."
Count Duckula giggled.
"Come on, brother heart, let's go on, we can still take a few drachmas."
Later at home they counted the money and always got a good 900 drachmas. "At least a start."
They were satisfied, which could not be said of Igor. He was having difficulty holding back his frustration.
Finally, it was late evening, time to go to sleep. They heard Igor whine behind them. "If at least they were awake like real vampires at night and would sleep during the day, then at least there would be something normal about them!" His voice was almost pleading. "Please be in some real vampire! Be awake at night ... at least that!"
Vladimir and Count Duckula looked at each other, leaning against each other.
Count Duckula raised his voice:
"Uh uh uh uh ui wam oe. O wim oe o wim oe…"
Vladimir agreed:
"Deep in Transylvania, the phone rings,
the vampire is sleeping tonight.
Deep in Transylvania, the phone rings,
the vampire is sleeping tonight!
So they went up the stairs side by side.
"O Wim oe o wim o wim oe wim oe ..
Deep in Transylvania, the farmer knows
the vampire is sleeping tonight.
O wim oe o wim oe ...
In front of the houses there is the dancers
the vampire sleeps tonight
In front of the houses there are the dancers
the vampire is sleeping tonight. "
Count Duckula stopped at the parapet of the stairs and looked down at Igor, took a deep breath to sing with full fervor.
"O wim oe o wim oe…!"
Igor was stunned. The slurp up. "I thought when Vladimir came everything would be the same as before. Instead, they allied!"
He howled loudly. "They're driving me crazy again!"
"Oh Mister Igor. I'm not that bad after all. I know that." Emma whispered next to him.
The butler buried his face with both hands and sobbed.
Completely desperate, Igor went to his personal room in the cellar. This has been his room for centuries! Full of all sorts of black magic experiments. Poisons, chemicals, cursed items, skulls, summoning books, everything was found here. Everything that made Igor's heart beat faster.
Here was the consolation about the shame he had been carrying around for so long. Which increased more and more, Count Duckula had found support in Vladimir.
An unbearable condition!
Igor hit the table with his fist. "Well, you two wait, I'll show you who is the REAL Lord of Duckula's Castle!"
The second violin
Vladimir stood there with his eyes closed, he was immersed in his world, his world of music. The tones sounded in his ears as if they wanted to sing the world, or as if he could use it to sing the beauty of the world. When he finished the piece of music, he opened his eyes again. He met Count Duckula's gaze, who now sighed deeply. Emma did the same. Only Igor seemed a little upset or upset. "Music at Duckula Castle ... how low we went."
"Igor! So please!" His master looked at him in punishment. He got up and looked at Igor. "There is an organ and a piano in this castle, so don't always tell us that there was never any music at Duckula Castle."
Igor straightened up and cleared his throat. "Well, I'm thinking of music suitable for a vampire ..."
Vladimir shrugged. "When you think of something like that ..." he bowed to her. "Wojciech Kilar."
After the play, the count had tears in his eyes. "What piece of what this?"
"Dracula and Mina" ... Igor wanted something with a vampire and that's it ... "
Count Duckula sighed. "Wow ... woi ... wow ... I didn't know there was anything like that!"
Vladimir put down the violin and grinned Breit. "I think there are still some things you don't know ... about vampires - and about music."
Count Duckula looked dreamily at the violin. "May I…?"
Vladimir shrugged. "Nothing speaks against it." The count carefully took the violin, put on the violin bow and ...
"Please young sir! Don't do this to us! Don't allow him!" groaned, according to Igor.
Vladimir's look was a single warning. He completely ignored the butler and went to stand by his brother. He briefly guided his hand with the violin bow and then checked the position of the fingers. Finally he nodded. "Okay, start!"
What you heard was not exactly ready for a concert. But Vladimir was amazed. He nodded approvingly. "For a beginner ... I would say very well! You have talent in you! Must be in the family!" Count Duckula grinned broadly and contentedly. He looked triumphantly at Igor.
"Sir, young sir! She wasn't serious!"
"Oh my really serious! Igor do you know how difficult it is to play such an instrument? It was really remarkable for a beginner."
"But ... it was ..."
"Still Igor!" Vladimir growled at the butler, this time it sounded really annoyed. "I know that you want to deny your master any talent! But what are you going to do with it?" he growled deeper and strode menacingly towards the butler. "Do you want to label him a complete idiot?"
"Oh no no ... of course not ..." Igor waved his hands. So suddenly he felt completely uncomfortable when Vladimir came up to him and looked threateningly. "… it is only…"
"What only? You don't like what he is! Is that why you should pay him more respect!"
Grad Duckula straighten up. "That's right Vladimir, tell him!"
Vladimir looked from one to the other. "No ... I know something better! I'll give you violin lessons!"
Count Duckula cheered.
"Don't be too early," said Vladimir. "That means practicing every day for you! THAT is my condition."
Igor groaned loudly, then Vladimir turned to them. "If you don't like it, just move to another room. We really have enough of that in the castle." He sighed.
Turned back to his brother. "Well, if you promise to practice every day, I'm ready to teach you."
Count Duckula nodded eagerly. "Yes ... yes ... yes YES!"
"Good. And you will make it. You have talent." Count Duckula grinned broadly, raised his chest, looked over at Igor and stuck his tongue out briefly.
It was so good that someone believed in him. "And then ... and then ... I will become famous - and rich!"
Vladimir grinned. "Come back to the floor, brother heart. If that were the case, do you think I wouldn't have been? I have been playing the instrument for more than 40 years."
"Then you just started it wrong! Vladimir you always hold back, hide, me against ..."
Vladimir patted him on the shoulder. "You should hold back too. When the time comes."
"But why?" "Because ..." Vladimir considered. "Okay, I admit you probably have it a little easier than me. If I were to appear in public, I would draw a lot of attention to myself."
"But that's exactly it! Get famous! Famous!"
"What should I be known for with my face? As a vampire? The wrong people will also be noticed, vampire hunters or other vampires."
Count Duckula blinked. "Vampire hunters ... I didn't think about that. But why should other vampires mind?"
Vladimir sighed and sat on a chair. "You know, it is better for our way to get as little attention as possible. All the more secure we live. You don't fight something that doesn't exist. So some vampires also make sure that you keep this law. Don't be noticed."
Count Duckula indicated the door in which Igor had just disappeared.
"What about our family? Igor has sent them back to the village for centuries and is trying to convince both of us to this day."
Vladimir raised an eyebrow. "That surprises me, too. But it wasn't good. Have a look at our ancestral gallery, how many Duckula should you be?"
"According to Igor's statement, the 17th"
"Then think for yourself, the first Duckula who became a vampire lived in the 12th century. How long was the life expectancy of a Duckula?"
Count Duckula considered and started counting with his fingers. "Um ... not high."
"Exactly! And that for a being that is actually immortal." Vladimir shook his head. "It's a shame!" He thought. "But now let's turn to the violin. When the time comes, we can still think about your career. Okay?"
Vladimir picked up his violin and showed it to his brother. "So let's start ... From left to right, this is the" G "string, then the" D "string, next the" A "string and the" E "string."
He struck each string with his fingers so that his brother could hear the sound. Then he played them with the violin bow.
Count Duckula looked at him questioningly. "Do I really have to learn it?"
Vladimir's gaze became a little stern. "Believe me, you have to start with these basics, otherwise you don't have to go on. You need a lot of patience with ... above all with yourself."
Vladimir handed over his violin to Count Duckula. Showed him exactly how to hold her. "Okay ... now you try to play each note individually with the bows. Okay?"
"Yes but…"
"Nothing but!" Count Duckula looked almost startled at his brother, but Vladimir's expression was mild. "... I teach you everything step by step, it is a long way. But only if you walk it you will reach the goal. If you just go for it, you will only fall on your beak again. And you have didn't tell me that everyone was just laughing at you? "
Count Duckula considered.
"Well, you see. I'll show you the way. And don't let anyone talk in, not even Igor." Vladimir sighed. "All right, I said you first learn to play each note individually ..."
"Are there only the four notes?"
"Not really. But I'll show you that later."
Weeks later.
Igor was really annoyed. The same thing every day, for hours these strange sounds could be heard. He did not hear any real progress, even though Vladimir seemed quite happy with the count and he always praised the count. But what was that supposed to do? Music at Duckula Castle. Igor didn't really like that. Why did Vladimir have to encourage the count? Although he had to admit that the notes sounded very harmonic to Vladimir. Although ... harmonious? "Um!" Igor shook himself.
Vladimir was confusing, the little guy messed him up, why had he come back after all these years? and then want to overturn the history of the Duckulas?
Moaning at this fact, Igor turned to the portrait of one of the ancestors and found a conversation with him.
"The old days ... what do I miss them ... the young boys are an impertinence for an old loyal butler like me! But unfortunately I am also obliged to them, I have to take care of them if they also betray the Duckula family. They would turn to Grab if they knew what was going to happen to them, the new customs that introduced them, joy, joy ... and love.
... they would turn to the grave, Count Duckula. "
Without noticing Igor, the 17th count had stepped behind him. Frowning, he listened to his butler. "Igor, I'm here!"
Igor jumped, startled, and went to his heart. "You can't scare an old butler at this time!"
"You talked to Count Duckula and he doesn't look at the old, ugly picture, but it was right behind you. So what do you want from me Igor?"
Igor sighed. "I just meant that if you knew what was going on, your ancestors would turn to their graves."
Count Duckula frowned, remembering Vladimir's words some time ago. "Nonsense Igor, they wouldn't! I AM all my ancestors, nobody turns around in the grave ... I mean ... how even if everyone fell to ashes? ... but since I am all. I have to say that I - So everyone - are very satisfied with the development. "
The count shook his head thoughtfully. "Provided that I understand my own words."
During this time Vladimir also joined them. He had his violin in his hand and looked quite satisfied. "I think it's time you got your own violin, Fridolin."
Count Duckula beamed all over the face.
Igor groaned louder. "Oh no please, not this too!"
"Why not?" Vladimir replied. "He can't play my violin forever, and how should we play together later when we only have one?"
Igor considered that he came to a conclusion, which he led himself to think about. "And like my two gentlemen, they want to pay for this violin. With what money? They have nothing."
Count Duckula's face darkened. "Always these little things ..."
"We'll find a way." appeased Vladimir.
Igor felt hope. "Do you want to rob a bank? Do you want to buy a violin under coercion? Is there still a bit of malice with you? Do you make an old butler happy with that ?!"
"Igor! I ask you! No, no, no ... and again NO!" Count Duckula turned to Vladimir. "what you up to?"
Vladimir considered. "If need be, we just have to sell some of this stuff that is still lying around in the castle. A lot of it is just stuff for us - others are interested in it."
"To sell?" Igor groaned. "What do you want to sell from your inheritance?"
"Do not know yet…"
"In any case, neither the magic coffin nor the clock." The count confirmed. "I've made the mistake before. But otherwise ..." he stroked his beak. "... I agree with Vladimir!" Count Duckula nodded. "And where do we start looking?"
"Don't know ... you know your way around better than I do."
"Cluj?" asked Count Duckula.
"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Igor considered.
"Why not? I've been there many times without any problems."
"You my lord, too - to my regret, have no canine teeth!" Igor considered.
Vladimir looked at Igor, then at his brother. "We have to go through this."
A small bell rang on the door of the instrument maker. The man looked up as Count Duckula entered. "Halli Hallo" said this cheerful. "my name is Count Duckula and I think you can help me ..."
Vladimir came after. "We are looking for a violin, a really good violin." added this.
Startled by Vladimir's canine teeth, the man jumped behind his counter.
Count Duckula came to him and casually leaned against this piece of furniture. "Don't worry, it doesn't bite."
"I am well mannered and do not bite every throat I met." Vladimir replied somewhat sarcastically.
"Vladimir, THAT wasn't helpful." Count Duckula admonished him. He walked around the counter, leaned down to the man, and smiled gently at him. "All right, nothing really happens to them. They have my word on that."
"That ... a Duckula's word?"
"Of course!"
Vladimir had to laugh, "I don't know little brother whether this was really better to calm the gentlemen!"
Count Duckula groaned. "Well, we really only came to ask for a violin for me. That's all I want. Do you understand? I just want to buy a violin, and then we'll be rid of it!"
The man came out trembling. "So a violin ... what price range were you thinking of?"
"As cheap as possible." Count Duckula replied shortly.
"Well," Vladimir cleared his throat. "well, I wouldn't say it should be a very good one."
"Yes ... but as cheap as possible!"
Just as the man was about to grab a violin, he spun around, startled. "Do you want to blackmail me? Threaten me?"
"Goodness no!" replied Count Duckula. And was just glad that Igor wasn't with them at that moment. "No ... no ... no. I'm an honest count. I don't blackmail people and I don't threaten them either!"
"It's just that," added Vladimir, "we're just barely short of cash at the moment."
The man nodded blankly. "So impoverished nobility."
"Do you have to say it so directly?" Count Duckula's voice sounded a little busy.
"Forgive Milord." He turned and took out a violin. "How about this one?"
Count Duckula accepted it, took the violin bow and played a few notes that Vladimir had taught him. He seemed satisfied. However, Vladimir frowned. "Give it to me."
When Vladimir started playing, you could immediately hear that someone had mastered this instrument for decades. Vladimir returned the instrument. "Well, it's already good. However, I don't think it's really appropriate for a count."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," Vladimir smiled kindly, "you know, we want to play together. And I think it's inappropriate because the Count plays an instrument with less volume than I do."
Vladimir reached for his violin case and took out his instrument. And started playing on this one.
The instrument maker listened and then asked if he should take a look at this violin, Vladimir presented it to him.
"A wonderful instrument. You can hear that it has a soul."
"Well, I want to assume that, it's old enough."
"Do you know when it was built?"
"1818."
"A beautiful piece."
"We have a lot of old stuff lying around…"
"I think that was ... not a fitting remark either." Vladimir smiled.
The violin maker cleared his throat. "So you want a high quality violin?"
"So desired."
"But you don't have that much money at your disposal?"
Vladimir and the count looked at each other. Finally Count Duckula turned around. "Well ... as I said, we have ... all sorts of old stuff around, there's definitely something in there."
"That may be ... but I'm not an antique dealer. I can't do anything with it."
Vladimir considered. "Do you know something? Give my brother a chance to the counts, let him choose a violin. They say what they want and put it back until we have the fuss."
Enthusiasm was different. But Vladimir's broad grin - and not forgetting his canines, seemed to have a certain persuasiveness.
Count Duckula tried one violin after the other, always watched skeptically by his brother. Finally Count Duckula looked at him questioningly.
"Vladimir ... I can't choose between the two." pointing to the best. "Which one would you take?"
"Both are good. But it's not my decision. The violin has to speak to you - not to me."
Count Duckula's eyes could not have been more questioning. "You should speak to me ?"
"Yes exactly." Vladimir looked deeply into the earl's eyes. "When I found my violin, I felt as if she had called me. Feel inside ... which of the two is calling to you?"
Count Duckula considered. "You mostly ... like Harry Potter that the wand chooses the wizard and not the other way around?"
Vladimir nodded. "Exactly! And now you take each of the two again to you and play something on it, you close your eyes and feel in yourself ... very deeply. And if it is the right one ... you will feel its answer deeply in your heart. You can feel it in there. Okay? " he touched the duck count's chest and looked him deeply in the eye.
"Take a deep breath ... relax ... and feel ..."
Count Duckula nodded, took the first of the two and played. Finally he put it away and took the second one, played it too, took down the violin bow and took a deep breath.
"She is it."
Vladimir nodded in satisfaction. "Good. So say your price and put that violin back for my brother."
The instrument maker looked at Vladimir and the count. "They are two weird, but interesting birds. But what you just said ... I give them a chance ... whoever speaks like this knows what is important!"
Vladimir smiled.
"Well, it would be easier if they didn't have canines."
Count Duckula stood up. "You shouldn't judge anyone by their external judgment." he remarked instructively.
The bell rang again as they left the shop. The brothers looked at each other outside. "Now all we have to do is sell something. Do you have an idea what to offer?"
"Hmmm ..." Count Duckula considered. "... I've given Igor away before ... but he was brought back again."
"IGOR? Brother heart, we can't offer that to anyone, THAT would be irresponsible. We have his" little "quirks under control. But a stranger?"
Vladimir sighed. "Igor is ... a danger to every mortal. We can never expect that from anyone. I mean, I am not surprised that he was brought back."
Count Duckula clicked his tongue on it. "You're right ... I mean ... when I think of his hobbies? ... and when he cooks, it's only in red."
when he heard about the offer to choose a lock as something. Especially when he saw the condition of the castle. At first he was also disappointed when he noticed that there was no real treasure in this descending castle. No gold, no silver, no gems ... nothing of the same kind.
But then he found something that appealed to him. Fortunately he loved knightly games, and knew enough people who would appear in the medieval market as such and would give a lot to get real armor. And that's exactly what he saw antique dealers. Igor started to moan when he noticed this interest.
"Oh my lord not ... the armor ... it was once yours ..."
Vladimir glanced at Igor, which would have been worthy of this ancestor.
"... I know that it was once mine!" hissed Count Duckula quietly to the butler. "but I don't need it anymore. So get rid of it!"
The dealer had heard part of the conversation and was looking at Igor with confusion. Vladimir lead the dealer away. "Our butler is old, you have to know, very old ... he's already a bit senile."
"Wouldn't it be time to think of a younger butler?" asked he.
"Oh you know, he has been in the service of our family for so long. You already overlook a few quirks of his age. Simply out of compassion." said the count in a shallow voice.
Igor growled. Vladimir gave the butler a mischievous look.
So they negotiated about the armor and agreed. However, the price was not enough for the desired violin. So something had to be sold.
That some people had a strange taste in art that was not easy to follow was nothing new. However, Count Duckula and Vladimir could not really imagine that there should actually be those who should have ugly portraits of vampires. But that was the case.
The antique dealer very soon said goodbye, also with a portrait of Duckula's ancestors.
Which made Igor wail even more.
Inside the butler felt anger rising over this young baggage, the youngest of the Duckula's. And he cursed the day he grabbed the ketchup, as did the one when he agreed to raise a little chick. It felt like she conspired the world against him. And if it were only two drakes that destroyed his worldview again and again.
The Duckula's, however, were happy with the trade.
"Jeeeehhhh Jiiipiiiiieeee!" Count Duckula held up his newly acquired violin with joy, it was not an old one, but a new one. But that didn't matter! it was his alone! and she had only called him! Igor groaned loudly as the count entered the castle with her. Count Duckula paid little attention to him at first. It was only when Igor looked at Vladimir punishingly and wanted to make a comment that the count turned around and stuck out his butler's tongue. "Nanna na na na ... Blah!"
"Oh what an impressive remark!" Vladimir noticed dryly. His look at Igor was mocking. "Just wait ... he has talent."
"How you mean my young master, how you mean ..."
Emma, however, was thrilled with the joy of her little Duckyboos. "I have a violin! I have a violin! And it's mine!"
"Oh Mister Igor, it’s not lovely how happy the little Duckyboos is! You’re really happy!"
"He ... is not ..." Igor groaned. "... oh forget it!"
"What am I supposed to forget?"
"Forget Emma, forget it! You're so best at it anyway."
"Oh Mister Igor, it's so wonderful to be praised!" Emma beamed all over her face.
During this time Count Duckula and Vladimir ran up to their "practice room" and started to practice violin playing.
Again and again, Vladimir spoke to his brother, encouraging him to continue if he either got too hasty or wanted to give up because it was too difficult for him.
One year later…
Igor came past the practice room, sighed when he heard the game. Meanwhile, Vladimir was leaning against the open door and smiling at him. "It is a pleasure to hear your game, young Vladimir."
Igor noticed lost in thought. Vladimir grinned wider. "Thank you Igor! But I don't play…"
Only now did the butler notice his mistake in logic. Almost startled, but very confused, he looked into the face of Vladimir, who was still leaning against the door frame. While that, but quite pleasant violin playing resounded from the room.
Completely irritated, Igor went into this room ... and saw the count playing his violin.
Only when he finished the game did he stop and look triumphantly at Igor, "My lord!" it broke out of Igor. "I have to admit I didn't expect this." he cleared his throat.
"They were always so talented in everyone."
"I pretend I missed this!" Count Duckula looked at him in punishment.
Vladimir stood next to his brother and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Well, of course they don't play as well as Vladimir ..." the butler tried to get the upper hand again.
"It all comes, Igor. It all comes yet."
Count Duckula did not allow himself to be impressed, or rather, did not talk down in his enthusiasm and praise. "Now we can perform! Then I will become famous! And rich!" He looked at Vladimir.
"Of course I mean WE will!"
However, Vladimir's gaze became a little skeptical at the moment. It was something in his brother's tone that he didn't like. "Famous, Reich? What do you expect from it?"
Count Duckula looked irritated. "I ... I want to be loved! I want money ... I want to be rich."
Vladimir looked closely at his brother. There was something with him that he needed to talk to.
"However, there is nothing to suggest that we perform together ..."
A wide grin spread over Count Duckula's beak. Vladimir continued to speak. "... however, a small start would be appropriate. As a street musician. With you as a second violin, at least for now!"
Count Duckula jumped up. "Jippi!"
"No no no!" of course the contradiction came, the usual suspect, Igor, horrified. "THAT shouldn't be, no Duckula would indulge them! Playing music on the streets! It's like begging! Begging on the street! NO!" Igor was beside himself. "My lord, sir ... don't humiliate the Duckula family so much! It's unworthy of them!"
Count Duckula stood up in front of him. "It's an honest way to make money! ... but you probably don't like the honest thing about it."
Vladimir stood next to him. "Let it be Fridolin. Igor is not interested in the money we earn from it. So we have more for ourselves! Our butler doesn't want a wage."
Igor gasped and searched for the right words. Although it was clear to him that he probably could not convince his young masters.
"I beg them ... they can't just stand on the street and play music. What an impression that makes."
"So if we play well, it makes a good impression."
THAT was not the idea Igor meant. "They are of nobility! They cannot just play music and beg for money on a street. A duckula has never begged for money!" he said in an angry voice.
Vladimir sighed. "Got a clue what a duckula had to beg for."
"You are also vampires!" added Igor.
Vladimir considered. "Igor is not wrong."
"But you don't see it in me." Count Duckula considered. "you already ... Hmmm." He started running in circles. Vladimir, however, sat down on a chair and watched his brother.
"Very well. Maybe we can take this to our advantage too."
"W ... what?" Count Duckula stopped abruptly.
"I mean, we're vampires. Why should we pretend?"
"You'd kill us!" started Count Duckula.
"If they really believe it. But not if they think it's a gag, a joke. If you use your bit and we are accused of being some. Then you can take out the bit to prove it to them we are not. That is enough, then most are convinced, then I also need to prove that I cannot. "
Count Duckula tried to follow and started to squint. "That is ..." he considered. "…twisted."
"Right!" Vladimir nodded.
Igor laughed. "With all due respect young Vladimir. This thought is completely absurd. What if it comes out? What if the relatives find out?"
Vladimir and the count looked at each other. They preferred not to think about that. Finally, Vladimir cleared his throat. "I think the likelihood is very low ... unless someone tells us," he looked at Igor intently. "But I want to assume that this someone would not betray his own masters. Or?"
The rest went under in Igor's whining.
And it should be worse for him ...
... "Where do we want to start?"
"Definitely not here, there's nothing going on here. And the rural population won't give us anything."
"That's right, Fridolin. Best where most of the tourists are. Music vampire ducks are the most popular."
"Bucharest? Cluj?"
Vladimir considered. "You're right. There are the airports - so most of the tourists will be there too ... I rely entirely on your experience."
"Somebody has to collect the money."
Both looked over at Igor. He groaned loudly. "No, please don't ask me! I'm begging you! Not such a humiliation!"
"When we play we can't collect the money with our hats on," the count warned. "and you are our butler!"
"Oh no! This humiliation! This humiliation !!!" Igor was close to a nervous breakdown. "I quit!"
"Not now ... later ..." Count Duckula waved it off. He wasn't really listening to his butler. Too often he had already threatened to quit. He turned back to his brother.
"And what about abroad? We can go anywhere with the castle!"
Vladimir became uncomfortable with the thoughts, he did not like to travel with the castle. "Think of me, leave it in our home for now."
Count Duckula looked at him and understood. "As you want Vladimir."
"And what do we want to call ourselves? Crazy Vampires?"
"How about" The Vegetable Vampires "?"
"I'm not a vegetarian."
"That's right. It would be" vampires of love "."
"Sounds pretty ambiguous."
"Um .. yes. Does it have to be" vampire "? How about" musician of immortality "?"
"Don't know Fridolin. Somehow I don't like it."
Igor, who was annoyed at the whole thing, could not resist a remark. "I have to serve freaks ... what a shame."
"Freaks?" Count Duckula and Vladimir looked at each other. "THAT is it, we are unusual as vampires ... strange ... how are" the freak vampires! "Igor that is awesome! Thanks!"
"Music freak vampires."
Igor groaned louder, it felt like everything was going to get worse.
Cluj a few weeks later. Count Duckula, who knew a lot better than Vladimir, selected a place where it was reasonably quiet and enough tourists came by. They calmly unpack their instruments and put them down. A quick comparison of the pieces you wanted to play. Igor was pressed into Graf Duckula's old cylinder, Emma just stood there and took care of her "little chickens". As agreed, Count Duckula put his vampire teeth in. The brothers were watched by prying eyes while they were there.
"Vampires as musicians?" asked a passerby.
Count Duckula smiled. "We are the" freak vampires "."
The passer looked at him irritably and questioningly. "If we were vampires, we would be real freaks among them." declared the count almost proud.
Vladimir nodded. "Exactly this!"
Igor groaned loudly.
"Don't moan Igor, you know what to do". Count Duckula warned him.
"Well, let's hear it… let's hear your freak vampires."
"1-2-3 ..." they put on the violin bow and started playing. Since Vladimir had much more experience, the count finally agreed to play only the second violin and let his brother take the lead.
They started with the "Radetky March" and continued with "On the beautiful blue Danube", but also old Romanian pieces, "The Lonely Shepherd", "The Lark" and others.
Igor ran the cylinder from one to the other as instructed, and looked at him menacingly if anyone didn't want to give up any money. Even if his work disgusted him.
Vladimir then put his violin down a little. "Hey Igor! You shouldn't threaten her!"
"Right, don't chase them away!" Confirmed Count Duckula.
"As my lord mean, but can't you at least give me this joy?"
"Not if it takes us away from some drachmas!"
Vladimir looked at his brother. "Maybe we should have asked Emma after all?"
"Don't know", a scrutinizing look at the cheerful chicken which was buzzing nearby with a buzz and one foot.
"Let's try it… Emma, please come over here."
In a good mood, Emma went to her Duckyputz. "Please take the cylinder off Igor, then you take it - I mean the cylinder, NOT Igor. In your good hand. You hold the cylinder exactly as Igor did and do exactly what Igor did all the time you understand? "
"Yes I do not know."
Count Duckula groaned. "Igor would you please come and explain to Emma what she has to do. If you did it right, you will be freed from this work."
"Thank you my lord, too kind."
So they left it to Igor to explain the stupid chicken how to collect the money.
Igor was released from the humble work and made sure that he got as far away from the acting as possible. He would have preferred if he hadn't been associated with the siblings at all!
He sat down on a park bench and first rested. He paid no further attention to the group of young students who passed him.
Dorin already heard the music from far, curious what was going on, they decided to take a look at what was going on there. Suddenly the two musicians came, the more it was Dorin as if he would freeze. THAT couldn't be true! He told his friends to wait because he wanted to take a closer look at the violin players.
Vladimir sensed Dorin already, but didn't want to stop playing the violin and just pretended that nothing was.
Count Duckula was immersed in his game that he noticed nothing. He closed his eyes, enjoyed his performance, and the audience's acceptance, turned around, opened his eyes again, looked Dorin right in the face.
A strange sound came out of his terror
"What are you doing here?" Dorin hissed at him.
"You can see that!"
Dorin pointed to Duckula's canine teeth. "So you have canines!"
Angrily, Count Duckula took out the bit and held it out to Dorin. "Then you are a bloodsucker too!"
Dorin backed away, feeling a bit silly now.
"And besides, it's none of your business what we're doing here! You can't forbid us to make music!"
"Why do you do that you need fresh blood for your brother?"
That really annoyed Count Duckula. "Keep Vladimir out of our argument! We just want to make some money and have fun with it!"
"Count Duckula as a street musician." Dorin shook her head in disbelief.
"If that bothers you, then join Igor. Then you can also exchange!" He pointed to the park bench on which Igor was sitting. Dorin turned and looked in the direction of the vulture and immediately became unsure.
"Are there problems with Duckyboos?"
Dorin started and saw a huge chicken, which looked down at him skeptically. "don't make my Duckyputz trouble, otherwise you could get some with me! and I can get very angry!" Dorin looked up at Emma and swallowed. "D ... Duck ... Duckyboos?" he stammered.
In the meantime, Vladimir had stopped playing the violin and came to them. "All right Emma, I'll take care of him."
"As you mean Flea."
"Fl ... Fl ... Flea?"
Vladimir grabbed a sleeve from Dorin's shirt and pulled it with him. "Quite right we have nicknames, we are just normal ducks."
"Normal ducks ?" Dorin was far too unsettled to laugh. Vladimir pushed him into a corner and tapped his chest with his violin bow.
"Now listen to me, you white drake - did someone ever tell you that you looked like a little goose? Are you related to him?"
Dorin shook her head.
"Doesn't matter ..." Vladimir was visibly annoyed. "... my brother and I are here to make music and earn some drachmas with it. And YOU can't forbid us or stop us in any way! It's our good right. You have no power over us! Got it? ! "
Dorin nodded uncertainly. "Yes ... yes ... it's just," he scratches the back of his head uncertainly. "It looks so silly. I mean the terrible Count Duckula, begging for money."
"We don't beg! We offer people music and get money for it. I can't find anything silly about it." Vladimir, like Count Duckula, pointed to Igor.
"If you are of this opinion, then go to Igor! I think you would understand yourself dazzled! ... it is Igor, by the way, who kept people in the lock and asked us to take their blood. So also with Antanasia, it was Igor ! not my brother and not me either! So please go to Igor! I hope you enjoy it. "
Dorin backed away. "All right ... all right ... I'm going."
"I want to have advised you that too! And now go away! My brother and I still have work to do!"
Puffing angrily, Vladimir looked after him.
"What did you say to him Vladimir?" he heard Count Duckula's voice beside him.
"The same as you. I sent him to Igor, but he didn't want to accept the offer."
Count Duckula giggled.
"Come on, brother heart, let's go on, we can still take a few drachmas."
Later at home they counted the money and always got a good 900 drachmas. "At least a start."
They were satisfied, which could not be said of Igor. He was having difficulty holding back his frustration.
Finally, it was late evening, time to go to sleep. They heard Igor whine behind them. "If at least they were awake like real vampires at night and would sleep during the day, then at least there would be something normal about them!" His voice was almost pleading. "Please be in some real vampire! Be awake at night ... at least that!"
Vladimir and Count Duckula looked at each other, leaning against each other.
Count Duckula raised his voice:
"Uh uh uh uh ui wam oe. O wim oe o wim oe…"
Vladimir agreed:
"Deep in Transylvania, the phone rings,
the vampire is sleeping tonight.
Deep in Transylvania, the phone rings,
the vampire is sleeping tonight!
So they went up the stairs side by side.
"O Wim oe o wim o wim oe wim oe ..
Deep in Transylvania, the farmer knows
the vampire is sleeping tonight.
O wim oe o wim oe ...
In front of the houses there is the dancers
the vampire sleeps tonight
In front of the houses there are the dancers
the vampire is sleeping tonight. "
Count Duckula stopped at the parapet of the stairs and looked down at Igor, took a deep breath to sing with full fervor.
"O wim oe o wim oe…!"
Igor was stunned. The slurp up. "I thought when Vladimir came everything would be the same as before. Instead, they allied!"
He howled loudly. "They're driving me crazy again!"
"Oh Mister Igor. I'm not that bad after all. I know that." Emma whispered next to him.
The butler buried his face with both hands and sobbed.
Completely desperate, Igor went to his personal room in the cellar. This has been his room for centuries! Full of all sorts of black magic experiments. Poisons, chemicals, cursed items, skulls, summoning books, everything was found here. Everything that made Igor's heart beat faster.
Here was the consolation about the shame he had been carrying around for so long. Which increased more and more, Count Duckula had found support in Vladimir.
An unbearable condition!
Igor hit the table with his fist. "Well, you two wait, I'll show you who is the REAL Lord of Duckula's Castle!"