Chucky the vampire slayer

It was a dark and stormy night. The Transylvanian wind was chilly, but that did not seem to account for the shiver which ran through the man of princely bearing. "What is it, Charles?" asked the man's companion.

"It's... it's" – the man seemed to have difficulty expressing himself clearly – "monstrous..."

"What is, dear?"

"...a carbuncle. That plan for a Dracula theme park. It must be stopped."

Now, thanks in part to the opposition of the Prince of Wales, who takes an interest in preserving the Romanian countryside, the scheme for a million-visitor-a-year park in the birthplace of Vlad the Impaler has been abandoned.

It was only when the Prince smiled that Camilla noticed there was something odd about his teeth. It really is appalling, the life of the undead.