At a blood bank, a candy-striper comes in to tell the head nurse that their last visitor has arrived. Count Dracula comes in and introduces himself, and the nurse, who doesn’t recognize his name, is impressed that royalty has come to donate blood. As he glances eagerly at the storage refrigerator, the nurse assumes that he’s feeling nervous and assures him that there’s nothing to be squeamish about. Dracula assures her that he doesn’t get squeamish by blood. When she says that a pint is normal, Dracula says that three would be better. Confused, she asks if he’s there to donate, and Dracula bares his fang and corrects her misunderstanding: he’s there for a loan.