A week later in Paris

Count Dracula had long heard rumors about the Folies Bergère but he did not actually expect the place to live up to them. But then he had seen a lot of things in Paris that he would have never dreamed of seeing in Transylvania.

As he sat in his seat and ogled the latest group of young naked female dancers, he heard someone sitting behind him start boasting in an Irish accent about his latest novel. Apparently it was about a vampire named Count Dracula.

Count Dracula smiled when he heard how much the would-be novelist -- a man who went by the name of Bram Stoker -- got wrong about him but he smiled even more when he heard the familiar voice of his would-be nemesis, Professor Adrienne Van Helsing, speaking to Mr. Stoker. Apparently she had managed to get all the way to Transylvania and back without ever finding Castle Dracula and now that she was back in Paris with her assistant Yosemite Tam and her newfound gal pal Dr. Joan Watson, she was still as clueless as ever.

In any event, the Count reckoned that he should probably return to Transylvania someday. But right now he was having too much fun gazing at naked French girls. Perhaps he would return in a week or so.

Or a month.

Or a year.

Heck, why not a century?