Post by mina on Jan 9, 2021 13:53:42 GMT
This is the sequel to "A Christmas Surprise". Butler Igor discovers the possibilities of certain computer games that fully address his nature.
Igor, this is gambling addiction!
"What do you think of" Vegetarian Fridolin "?"
"Would be possible ..." Violins Vladimir? "
"Don't know, sounds strange ..." Count Duckula grimaced.
Vladimir considered. "You're right ... I mean both sound strange ... maybe we should shorten it?"
Count Duckula considered. "Vegge Frido?" "Hmm ... how about" Veggi Frido "? And for me with Violi Vladi?"
"Violi Vladi!" Count Duckula threw himself on his bed laughing. "Forgive me Vladimir - that sounds too stupid!"
"Well ..." Vladimir grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "Do you have a suggestion?"
Count Duckula sat up. "Let me think about it ..." he got up and walked up and down his room. "Tamer Vladi?"
Vladimir groaned. "Music Vladi?" Vladimir groaned again.
Count Duckula started to grin. "Canine Vladi?"
"I'll give you the canine! ... you Toothless!"
"Well then ... very simple. Violins Vladi?" Suggested Count Duckula. "I do not know…"
"Think about it. I will make sure that we pick up Martin in time." With that Count Duckula got up and went to the door. "And then he'll connect our computers to the Internet ... I hope it's fine." Vladimir watched his brother for a moment before he followed.
In the meantime, her butler Igor was standing in the count's writing room and looked at the computer with some contempt.
"Modern times, pah! We don't need such balderdash! We've never needed them! Such a thing has no place in Duckula Castle!"
Vladimir, who just came in, put his hands on his hips. "Oh, I can reassure you about that, Igor." Searching "the" thing "doesn't do anything here. I'll look for something ..." tapped the computer lightly. "... with the help of this" thing "."
"May I ask what you are looking for, young gentleman, what you cannot already find in the castle?"
"Answers. Answers to so many things."
"And that would be Vladimir?"
"I don't know yet. But the questions will still come." Igor was about to answer that when the lock was shaken.
"We're traveling ..." Vladimir remarked, the lock calmed down again. "... and have already arrived."
Vladimir went to the window and looked out. At the same moment the count appeared next to him. "Are you ready, Vladimir?"
"I am always ready to visit my second home."
The residents of Vladimir's old home had seen the arrival of a Transylvanian castle several times, and yet it kept drawing some attention.
Especially since it always meant that there was a visitor. This is how the Duckula brothers were greeted and amazed that they came back so quickly.
But Vladimir quickly explained it. "A short trip to Transylvania - I would also be interested, then without any costs and customs and so on ..."
"Oh, that can be done ... I also have other goals on offer." Count Duckula straightened up.
"And who would be?"
"Wherever you want! No destination is impossible for my castle! Our motto is:" Nothing is impossible! travel with Duckula Castle! ""
Vladimir rolled her eyes and grabbed the cape from his brother. "I don't mean to be rude now, but we had other plans."
With that he pulled his brother with him. "What's that Vladimir? I mean, that's a good business idea! A travel company!
Fast, problem-free - and environmentally friendly too!"
Vladimir rolled his eyes. "Yes, but let's talk about it another way."
"Another time ... promised?"
"I promise, brother. heart Now we want to pick up Martin so that he can set up the internet connection and explain everything to us. And then I wanted to visit my foster parents."
Visiting his foster parents meant nothing more than that Vladimir wanted to visit their grave. Count Duckula knew this and found it most decent of his brother.
This time Vladimir had brought a grave light to light it and put it on the grave. Count Duckula was there.
In his mind he always talked to the two of them, after all, it was these mortals who raised his son ... pardon brother to be such a decent vampire duck.
None of Count Duckula's relatives had such a heart as Vladimir - except himself, of course.
When they arrived at Vladimir's old house, Martin was sitting there, practically already on "packed suitcases", waiting to be picked up.
"Why don't you just set it up here?" Count Duckula asked him "it would be much easier."
"Nah, it doesn't work, I have to have your Transylvanian connections. Otherwise it won't do anything, you won't have any reception."
"Excuse me ..." Count Duckula took his brother aside. "... do we already have something like that?"
Vladimir nodded. "Don't worry, everything is fine. I've already asked around ... as far as I was able to."
"Your source?"
"Dorin." Count Duckula sighed briefly. "Okay."
Igor grimaced when this mortal came into the lock with a suitcase in hand. "Do you want the gentleman to stay longer?"
"At least until we have internet access." Confirmed Count Duckula. "Now modern times will move into the old housing!"
"Oh Milord! Have you considered it too carefully?"
"I ..." Degree Duckula couldn't answer, because Vladimir took over the part.
"I thought it over carefully, Igor! And that should be enough!"
"As you my young master." Back in Transylvania, it was Martin who looked impressed from the window.
"Wow! What a view!" Vladimir and Count Duckula stood next to him. "Well for someone who is used to the flat land ..." "
This is breathtaking ..." whispered Martin.
Vladimir shook his head. "Don't forget to breathe! - it is said that it is very unhealthy not to do this."
"Oh man, you are just like I was told Vladimir."
"Did you forget it yourself, or were you still too little to remember it, Martin? Come on now, you can still admire the landscape, now help us with the computer."
Martin nodded. "You have quite a green pillow of feathers."
Martin had questions, many questions, and most of them could not answer either Count Duckula or Vladimir because they had no idea about these subjects.
Nor did the otherwise well-read butler know anything about it. But that wasn't surprising either.
Emma's counter-questions and logic when she needed them tea and biscuits, however, made Martin laugh.
Fortunately, after two days, Antanasia came to visit - with Dorin as "attachment".
Since Dorin lived in Cluj and had an Internet connection, he was able to give Martin questions and answers and help him over many hurdles.
So the Drake stood next to the visitor and stopped him looking for a supplier. Antanasia stood next to the count and took him in her arms.
"You see, Fridolin, Dorin is a nice guy. Now he's even helping you with it."
"Yeah ..." Count Duckula sighed. He always had to put up with the fact that he didn't have her to himself.
"Sometimes you need younger blood for ..." Dorin gulped at his choice of words and immediately corrected himself. "... sometimes it is better to come from previous centuries."
"The problem is less that my brother and I come from earlier centuries, but rather that we are excluded from life." Vladimir replied.
"There are reasons for that ..." Dorin muttered very quietly in response. Finally they found a suitable provider. "OKay."
Dorin leaned back. "Now we can set up email addresses for you." "Did you come up with names?" asked Martin.
Count Duckula stepped forward. "Count first," said he proudly. "Veggi Frido." Dorin had to smile.
Igor, watching all that displeasure, moaned very loudly.
"Milord, that is ...!"
"Igor ... do you want me to reveal my real name? At least nobody knows that it is me! - you should be Igor!"
"As you Milord."
"Count Duckula is looking for the best vegetarian recipes on the Internet. Would you prefer it Igor?"
"No Milord." "Well then be satisfied!" Martin had to laugh at that. Dogged about this conversation.
It took a few moments, then, with the help of Dorin, he had set up Count Duckula's email address. "veggi_frido@dialogx.ro".
Count Duckula beamed all over his face. "So ... and now to you Vladimir." Martin turned to him questioningly. Vladimir looked a little perplexed.
"How about" Snappy Vladimir "!" quipped Igor.
Vladimir gave him an angry look. "Flea ..." Antanasia remarked. "Flea 1818." she added.
Vladimir considered. "Yes, Flea1818." Martin turned around again, together they created Vladimir's email address. "flea_1818@dialogx.ro". He noticed after a while.
Satisfied, he turned around. "So now you both have an email address and can be reached quickly."
"And ... and how do you write on it?" dared to ask Count Duckula. "It's very simple. I'll explain it to you."
Martin considered and turned to Igor. "Shall I give you an address too?"
"THAT was still missing!" the protest of the Duckula brothers could not be ignored.
Igor raised his vulture's beak in a piqued manner. "It is beneath my dignity to do such things!" Martin frowned.
"As you think. Okay ... can we take a break now? You promised me to show me your home." Count Duckula and Vladimir looked at each other.
"Well, that's not that easy in our case ..." Dorin smiled and bowed.
"I would like to make them available to show them this joy ... they don't try to lynch me or run away in a panic."
Antanasia then nudged him lightly on the side. "We'll both be there! Nothing happens when we're there."
So it happened, together with Martin explored the landscape that more than impressed him.
Then he went to the pub with Dorin and Antanasia to warm up. Astonished when you looked at him when he explained where he came from and where he was currently living. "Vladimir Duckula was my grandparents' foster son." explained Martin.
"Your grandparents raised him ... a Duckula?" came the astonished question from the host.
"Yes! And you raised him well!" Martin grinned broadly. Antanasia's and Dorin's gaze forbade the host and everyone else present to ask any further questions.
Later they came back to the castle, where Emma and Igor were waiting for them. And Emma was already entertaining them with hot tea and cocoa.
Martin showed his enthusiasm for the trip. It was true. "bum-cold" as he said. But it had been an adventure for him.
"It's so different from ours. It's ... you know how beautiful your country is?" he enthused.
Count Duckula looked at him in amazement. "Yes ... I ... um ..."
"He never appreciated his homeland before." noticed Igor. "Igor! That's not true, I always wanted to go home!"
"Yes, but only when you are in trouble, Milord."
"It's because ... because I was ... so lonely." remarked Count Duckula in a husky voice. "... but that's over now. Belongs to the past." he added happily.
Then he thought about it. "Can you actually play with such a computer? I mean ... not that I want to do that, it's just ..."
"Do you want to protect the earth from an alien inversion as a hero again, Milord?" Vladimir looked at his brother in surprise. That doesn't really suit him at all.
"Oh the young gentleman must know that Milord could sit in front of the screen for hours and shoot aliens."
Vladimir looked even more astonished. Embarrassed Count Duckula. "Well, that was a little different it was ... yes ... uh ... "
Martin looked as astonished at the count as Vladimir did, and finally he interrupted the count's stuttering. "Oh yes, there are still games like that. Should I show you one of those?" He didn't wait for the answer, but went straight to finding a computer game on the Internet where you shot monsters with a gun.
Count Duckula was curious at first, but when he saw the first pictures he froze in horror. Vladimir looked extremely skeptical.
Igor's expression, however, changed from total rejection, to curiosity, and finally to enthusiasm.
"This is ... DISEASE! TERRIBLE! TERRIFIC !!" exclaimed Count Duckula and hid his face between his hands, Vladimir twisted his beak in disgust.
"You are absolutely right. Such a thing is disgusting. I can't imagine how anyone can have fun with such a display of bloodshed ... shut it down Martin!"
"Oh young sir, I find it entertaining, very stimulating." A creature had just been shot, it screamed and blood spurted out.
"Very realistic! It reminds me of ..." Martin switched off the game.
"Nobody here cares what it reminds you of Igor!" Count Duckula emerged from hiding. "I never want to see something like that here again! I do not tolerate such games in my home!" his voice was determined. "OUT! END! OVER! End of this discussion!"
"But Milord! It was so great ..."
"No more, Igor! I agree with my brother. We want to pretend we've never seen it. There won't be anything like that under our management of the castle."
Vladimir shook himself. The short pictures had evoked memories in him too. Pictures that he wanted to erase from his memory forever.
"Martin, please delete it completely."
"I can't delete it Vladimir, since it hasn't been pulled down. I can only delete the path to it." explained Martin.
"Then please do it. I don't want our butler to come up with strange ideas. - He's strange enough."
Igor screwed up his eyes, he didn't like what Vladimir was talking about. Should it be reversed roles? HE, Igor was the educator and not Vladimir! But since Count Duckula fully agreed, he did not want to argue against it. Instead, Igor went away with his head held high and offended.
Martin looked after him. "Maybe those were not the right words Vladimir." he noticed. "But it was the truth. I don't tolerate games like that here."
Count Duckula stood resolutely with his arms folded. "Igor already has hobbies that are very sensible. I don't want to add fuel to the fire."
"What are his hobbies?" Martin dared to ask.
"Oh Mister Igor is quite harmless. He's just a black magician and likes to play in the torture chamber. In the past he always brought his friends with him.
But since Duckyboos has forbidden him, he's sometimes a real curmudgeon. "Emma's cheerful voice announced behind them.
Martin looked at her pale. "There .. that's what you mean by" Strange !? "
"Well it's a way of ... putting it harmlessly."
"You have nerves Vladimir."
"You need strong nerves in this castle." confirmed Count Duckula.
Shortly afterwards, Duckula Castle landed again in that small village in northern Germany ...
When the two Duckula brothers went to sleep hours later and Emma too indulged in her empty dreams.
Igor snuck into the count's writing room and switched on the computer; he wouldn't be Igor if he hadn't learned how to operate such a thing quickly.
Igor quickly found the website he was looking for, he grinned demonically. Picked a game that spoke to him personally. No, he didn't want to hunt and kill aliens, not even monsters. This spoke against his temperament. After all, he was a vampire's butler. His mind called for other victims - and he found the right game for this too. Here was what he was looking for, finally he could live out what he had been missing for so long. A whole new world full of possibilities opened up to him. At last he was able to give himself an outlet for his disappointment with the two Duckula brothers. The lack of wickedness could be made up for! Finally! now life would be easier for an old butler ..
"Would be possible ..." Violins Vladimir? "
"Don't know, sounds strange ..." Count Duckula grimaced.
Vladimir considered. "You're right ... I mean both sound strange ... maybe we should shorten it?"
Count Duckula considered. "Vegge Frido?" "Hmm ... how about" Veggi Frido "? And for me with Violi Vladi?"
"Violi Vladi!" Count Duckula threw himself on his bed laughing. "Forgive me Vladimir - that sounds too stupid!"
"Well ..." Vladimir grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "Do you have a suggestion?"
Count Duckula sat up. "Let me think about it ..." he got up and walked up and down his room. "Tamer Vladi?"
Vladimir groaned. "Music Vladi?" Vladimir groaned again.
Count Duckula started to grin. "Canine Vladi?"
"I'll give you the canine! ... you Toothless!"
"Well then ... very simple. Violins Vladi?" Suggested Count Duckula. "I do not know…"
"Think about it. I will make sure that we pick up Martin in time." With that Count Duckula got up and went to the door. "And then he'll connect our computers to the Internet ... I hope it's fine." Vladimir watched his brother for a moment before he followed.
In the meantime, her butler Igor was standing in the count's writing room and looked at the computer with some contempt.
"Modern times, pah! We don't need such balderdash! We've never needed them! Such a thing has no place in Duckula Castle!"
Vladimir, who just came in, put his hands on his hips. "Oh, I can reassure you about that, Igor." Searching "the" thing "doesn't do anything here. I'll look for something ..." tapped the computer lightly. "... with the help of this" thing "."
"May I ask what you are looking for, young gentleman, what you cannot already find in the castle?"
"Answers. Answers to so many things."
"And that would be Vladimir?"
"I don't know yet. But the questions will still come." Igor was about to answer that when the lock was shaken.
"We're traveling ..." Vladimir remarked, the lock calmed down again. "... and have already arrived."
Vladimir went to the window and looked out. At the same moment the count appeared next to him. "Are you ready, Vladimir?"
"I am always ready to visit my second home."
The residents of Vladimir's old home had seen the arrival of a Transylvanian castle several times, and yet it kept drawing some attention.
Especially since it always meant that there was a visitor. This is how the Duckula brothers were greeted and amazed that they came back so quickly.
But Vladimir quickly explained it. "A short trip to Transylvania - I would also be interested, then without any costs and customs and so on ..."
"Oh, that can be done ... I also have other goals on offer." Count Duckula straightened up.
"And who would be?"
"Wherever you want! No destination is impossible for my castle! Our motto is:" Nothing is impossible! travel with Duckula Castle! ""
Vladimir rolled her eyes and grabbed the cape from his brother. "I don't mean to be rude now, but we had other plans."
With that he pulled his brother with him. "What's that Vladimir? I mean, that's a good business idea! A travel company!
Fast, problem-free - and environmentally friendly too!"
Vladimir rolled his eyes. "Yes, but let's talk about it another way."
"Another time ... promised?"
"I promise, brother. heart Now we want to pick up Martin so that he can set up the internet connection and explain everything to us. And then I wanted to visit my foster parents."
Visiting his foster parents meant nothing more than that Vladimir wanted to visit their grave. Count Duckula knew this and found it most decent of his brother.
This time Vladimir had brought a grave light to light it and put it on the grave. Count Duckula was there.
In his mind he always talked to the two of them, after all, it was these mortals who raised his son ... pardon brother to be such a decent vampire duck.
None of Count Duckula's relatives had such a heart as Vladimir - except himself, of course.
When they arrived at Vladimir's old house, Martin was sitting there, practically already on "packed suitcases", waiting to be picked up.
"Why don't you just set it up here?" Count Duckula asked him "it would be much easier."
"Nah, it doesn't work, I have to have your Transylvanian connections. Otherwise it won't do anything, you won't have any reception."
"Excuse me ..." Count Duckula took his brother aside. "... do we already have something like that?"
Vladimir nodded. "Don't worry, everything is fine. I've already asked around ... as far as I was able to."
"Your source?"
"Dorin." Count Duckula sighed briefly. "Okay."
Igor grimaced when this mortal came into the lock with a suitcase in hand. "Do you want the gentleman to stay longer?"
"At least until we have internet access." Confirmed Count Duckula. "Now modern times will move into the old housing!"
"Oh Milord! Have you considered it too carefully?"
"I ..." Degree Duckula couldn't answer, because Vladimir took over the part.
"I thought it over carefully, Igor! And that should be enough!"
"As you my young master." Back in Transylvania, it was Martin who looked impressed from the window.
"Wow! What a view!" Vladimir and Count Duckula stood next to him. "Well for someone who is used to the flat land ..." "
This is breathtaking ..." whispered Martin.
Vladimir shook his head. "Don't forget to breathe! - it is said that it is very unhealthy not to do this."
"Oh man, you are just like I was told Vladimir."
"Did you forget it yourself, or were you still too little to remember it, Martin? Come on now, you can still admire the landscape, now help us with the computer."
Martin nodded. "You have quite a green pillow of feathers."
Martin had questions, many questions, and most of them could not answer either Count Duckula or Vladimir because they had no idea about these subjects.
Nor did the otherwise well-read butler know anything about it. But that wasn't surprising either.
Emma's counter-questions and logic when she needed them tea and biscuits, however, made Martin laugh.
Fortunately, after two days, Antanasia came to visit - with Dorin as "attachment".
Since Dorin lived in Cluj and had an Internet connection, he was able to give Martin questions and answers and help him over many hurdles.
So the Drake stood next to the visitor and stopped him looking for a supplier. Antanasia stood next to the count and took him in her arms.
"You see, Fridolin, Dorin is a nice guy. Now he's even helping you with it."
"Yeah ..." Count Duckula sighed. He always had to put up with the fact that he didn't have her to himself.
"Sometimes you need younger blood for ..." Dorin gulped at his choice of words and immediately corrected himself. "... sometimes it is better to come from previous centuries."
"The problem is less that my brother and I come from earlier centuries, but rather that we are excluded from life." Vladimir replied.
"There are reasons for that ..." Dorin muttered very quietly in response. Finally they found a suitable provider. "OKay."
Dorin leaned back. "Now we can set up email addresses for you." "Did you come up with names?" asked Martin.
Count Duckula stepped forward. "Count first," said he proudly. "Veggi Frido." Dorin had to smile.
Igor, watching all that displeasure, moaned very loudly.
"Milord, that is ...!"
"Igor ... do you want me to reveal my real name? At least nobody knows that it is me! - you should be Igor!"
"As you Milord."
"Count Duckula is looking for the best vegetarian recipes on the Internet. Would you prefer it Igor?"
"No Milord." "Well then be satisfied!" Martin had to laugh at that. Dogged about this conversation.
It took a few moments, then, with the help of Dorin, he had set up Count Duckula's email address. "veggi_frido@dialogx.ro".
Count Duckula beamed all over his face. "So ... and now to you Vladimir." Martin turned to him questioningly. Vladimir looked a little perplexed.
"How about" Snappy Vladimir "!" quipped Igor.
Vladimir gave him an angry look. "Flea ..." Antanasia remarked. "Flea 1818." she added.
Vladimir considered. "Yes, Flea1818." Martin turned around again, together they created Vladimir's email address. "flea_1818@dialogx.ro". He noticed after a while.
Satisfied, he turned around. "So now you both have an email address and can be reached quickly."
"And ... and how do you write on it?" dared to ask Count Duckula. "It's very simple. I'll explain it to you."
Martin considered and turned to Igor. "Shall I give you an address too?"
"THAT was still missing!" the protest of the Duckula brothers could not be ignored.
Igor raised his vulture's beak in a piqued manner. "It is beneath my dignity to do such things!" Martin frowned.
"As you think. Okay ... can we take a break now? You promised me to show me your home." Count Duckula and Vladimir looked at each other.
"Well, that's not that easy in our case ..." Dorin smiled and bowed.
"I would like to make them available to show them this joy ... they don't try to lynch me or run away in a panic."
Antanasia then nudged him lightly on the side. "We'll both be there! Nothing happens when we're there."
So it happened, together with Martin explored the landscape that more than impressed him.
Then he went to the pub with Dorin and Antanasia to warm up. Astonished when you looked at him when he explained where he came from and where he was currently living. "Vladimir Duckula was my grandparents' foster son." explained Martin.
"Your grandparents raised him ... a Duckula?" came the astonished question from the host.
"Yes! And you raised him well!" Martin grinned broadly. Antanasia's and Dorin's gaze forbade the host and everyone else present to ask any further questions.
Later they came back to the castle, where Emma and Igor were waiting for them. And Emma was already entertaining them with hot tea and cocoa.
Martin showed his enthusiasm for the trip. It was true. "bum-cold" as he said. But it had been an adventure for him.
"It's so different from ours. It's ... you know how beautiful your country is?" he enthused.
Count Duckula looked at him in amazement. "Yes ... I ... um ..."
"He never appreciated his homeland before." noticed Igor. "Igor! That's not true, I always wanted to go home!"
"Yes, but only when you are in trouble, Milord."
"It's because ... because I was ... so lonely." remarked Count Duckula in a husky voice. "... but that's over now. Belongs to the past." he added happily.
Then he thought about it. "Can you actually play with such a computer? I mean ... not that I want to do that, it's just ..."
"Do you want to protect the earth from an alien inversion as a hero again, Milord?" Vladimir looked at his brother in surprise. That doesn't really suit him at all.
"Oh the young gentleman must know that Milord could sit in front of the screen for hours and shoot aliens."
Vladimir looked even more astonished. Embarrassed Count Duckula. "Well, that was a little different it was ... yes ... uh ... "
Martin looked as astonished at the count as Vladimir did, and finally he interrupted the count's stuttering. "Oh yes, there are still games like that. Should I show you one of those?" He didn't wait for the answer, but went straight to finding a computer game on the Internet where you shot monsters with a gun.
Count Duckula was curious at first, but when he saw the first pictures he froze in horror. Vladimir looked extremely skeptical.
Igor's expression, however, changed from total rejection, to curiosity, and finally to enthusiasm.
"This is ... DISEASE! TERRIBLE! TERRIFIC !!" exclaimed Count Duckula and hid his face between his hands, Vladimir twisted his beak in disgust.
"You are absolutely right. Such a thing is disgusting. I can't imagine how anyone can have fun with such a display of bloodshed ... shut it down Martin!"
"Oh young sir, I find it entertaining, very stimulating." A creature had just been shot, it screamed and blood spurted out.
"Very realistic! It reminds me of ..." Martin switched off the game.
"Nobody here cares what it reminds you of Igor!" Count Duckula emerged from hiding. "I never want to see something like that here again! I do not tolerate such games in my home!" his voice was determined. "OUT! END! OVER! End of this discussion!"
"But Milord! It was so great ..."
"No more, Igor! I agree with my brother. We want to pretend we've never seen it. There won't be anything like that under our management of the castle."
Vladimir shook himself. The short pictures had evoked memories in him too. Pictures that he wanted to erase from his memory forever.
"Martin, please delete it completely."
"I can't delete it Vladimir, since it hasn't been pulled down. I can only delete the path to it." explained Martin.
"Then please do it. I don't want our butler to come up with strange ideas. - He's strange enough."
Igor screwed up his eyes, he didn't like what Vladimir was talking about. Should it be reversed roles? HE, Igor was the educator and not Vladimir! But since Count Duckula fully agreed, he did not want to argue against it. Instead, Igor went away with his head held high and offended.
Martin looked after him. "Maybe those were not the right words Vladimir." he noticed. "But it was the truth. I don't tolerate games like that here."
Count Duckula stood resolutely with his arms folded. "Igor already has hobbies that are very sensible. I don't want to add fuel to the fire."
"What are his hobbies?" Martin dared to ask.
"Oh Mister Igor is quite harmless. He's just a black magician and likes to play in the torture chamber. In the past he always brought his friends with him.
But since Duckyboos has forbidden him, he's sometimes a real curmudgeon. "Emma's cheerful voice announced behind them.
Martin looked at her pale. "There .. that's what you mean by" Strange !? "
"Well it's a way of ... putting it harmlessly."
"You have nerves Vladimir."
"You need strong nerves in this castle." confirmed Count Duckula.
Shortly afterwards, Duckula Castle landed again in that small village in northern Germany ...
When the two Duckula brothers went to sleep hours later and Emma too indulged in her empty dreams.
Igor snuck into the count's writing room and switched on the computer; he wouldn't be Igor if he hadn't learned how to operate such a thing quickly.
Igor quickly found the website he was looking for, he grinned demonically. Picked a game that spoke to him personally. No, he didn't want to hunt and kill aliens, not even monsters. This spoke against his temperament. After all, he was a vampire's butler. His mind called for other victims - and he found the right game for this too. Here was what he was looking for, finally he could live out what he had been missing for so long. A whole new world full of possibilities opened up to him. At last he was able to give himself an outlet for his disappointment with the two Duckula brothers. The lack of wickedness could be made up for! Finally! now life would be easier for an old butler ..