The Egyptian vampiress Isis was dressed in a white evening dress and gold plated spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.
She was attending a formal dinner in South Africa on the eve of the World Cup Final.
South African President Jacob Zuma had just emerged from the shower wearing only a towel for the dinner.
"I think he's been watching too many of those new American Old Spice commercials," Renfield R. Renfield whispered to Amadeus Emanon at the dinner, "I think he overdid it on the Old Spice."
Indeed an entire table of guests had passed out after President Zuma had walked by.
"Smell like a man, man," President Zuma said after walking over one of the passed out coaches.
The vampiress Isis began to sneeze as President Zuma approached since she was allergic to an overdose of Old Spice.
"What do you suppose the boss' sister and sister-in-law is doing here?" Amadeus asked Renfield.
For their boss Set was the brother of Osiris who was married to Set's sister Isis.
"Hm, maybe she's got something planned for the World Cup tomorrow," Renfield bit his lip.
Isis when she had finished sneezing picked up her cell phone and dialed Dracul Van Helsing's phone number.
"Hello, Drac-Man," she whispered in a sultry voice, "just thought I'd let you know that my brother and brother-in-law Set has bet all his fortune on Spain winning the World Cup tomorrow."
Renfield who had a long-distance listening device in his ear whispered to Amadeus, "Oh, oh. I've got to ensure Spain wins the World Cup tomorrow."
Meanwhile that ghostly ship the Flying Dutchman had appeared in the evening waters off Port Elizabeth, South Africa and its ghostly crew were trying to rent a bus to drive them to the game where they could cheer on the Netherlands.
To be continued.
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