THE NIGHT OF THE FULL HONEYMOON

Heh-Heh, want to go for a REVOLTING-RIDE where you can really WING IT on a SCAREPLANE kids?  Good!  Tonight's INFRIGHT FEATURE'S one you can just WOLF DOWN, I call...
A groom drove an orange Chevy up a road next to some woods somewhere in Indiana, back in 1971 one night.  He and his brand new bride listened to The Temptations sing, "Just My Imagination" on the car-radio.  "Jack honey, how much further to the hotel?" the bride asked the groom.  "I'd say twenty miles, Karen sweetheart" Jack answered.  Pretty soon, Jack and Karen both spotted a cottage in the wilderness on the side of the road.  Jack drove passed it and Karen asked: "Oh, Jack, that nice little cottage looks cozy and desrted.  Can we stay there for our honeymoon please?".  "Oh, alright" he agreed and drove back to the place. Jack got out of his Chevy and glanced into each of the windows of the cottage, seeing it was dark and empty.  Later on that night, Jack poured champaign from out of a bottle into two glasses, and he and his new wife drank them, together.  They sat together on an old couch, near a roaring-fire in the fireplace, while a full moon was out, up in the evening-sky above the forest.  Jack finished his glass of champaign and told Karen, "I'll be right back, Sweetheart.  I forgot one of the suitcases out in the car". 
Jack grabbed the suitcase out of the trunk of his orange Chevy, saw the moon was full and suddenly was attacked by a werewolf.  The beast had blonde, curly, long hair and struck Jack in his arm with its jagged and thick-claws.  Jack screamed, dropping the suitcase on the ground.  The monster slashed at his chest, ripping huge holes in his collared-shirt in the shape of its razor-claws.  The thing growled deep and dreadful at him, sinking fangs into Jack's throbbing-neck.  He screamed, hollered and yelled as loudly as he possibly could into the night.  Jack hit the ground. As the foul-looking face of the werewolf got down, into his face, Jack heard it mumble to him: "now I have fresh meat to eat our honeymoon Jack!!".  "KAREN????" he screamed in terror.  He pierced a knife through her furry-throat and neck right then, murdering and decapitating the beast in the shadows.  Jack got to his feet, dropped the shadowy-head of the monster, flinging it off his knife and wrapped his neck up with some bandages from the suitcase.  He put his suitcase in his trunk and drove off in the light of the full moon. 
Poor Karen she was was up for some SCARIN', but it was Jack who got AHEAD OF HER ON IT ha-ha-ha-ha!