Dracula's Dessert

“He doesn’t have a sweet tooth… he has sweet teeth.”

They say Count Dracula finally gave up on blood.

Why? Because he discovered something far more tempting — dessert.

Now he spends his midnights sneaking through candy shops instead of castles, his velvet cape brushing past rows of whipped cream and sugar. Every bite of marshmallow fluff leaves him weak in the knees, every scoop of vanilla ice cream sends a chill through his fangs.

When he found Marshmallow Candy Corn, it was over for the whole vampire community.

No more brooding in shadows — he’s out here hosting dessert parties under the full moon, humming along to “Monster Mash” while topping his sundaes with candy corn and powdered sugar.

It’s sweet, spooky, and just a little sinful — the kind of scent that makes bats faint and witches blush.

Beware: one sniff and you’ll be craving dessert before dawn. After all… Dracula doesn’t bite anymore. He scoops.