*Late at night in Hotel Transylvania, strange sounds—low groans mixed with odd plops and rustling It was Mavis. She sat on the edge of her bed surrounded by a nest of pillows and blankets, looking flustered and embarrassed. A strange coffin-shaped basin sat on the floor in front of her. She was clearly… dealing with some very urgent, very monster-sized digestive trouble. Her face was bright red, fangs peeking out as she let out a tiny, guilty moan. “Ughhh… this is so embarrassing,” she whispered to herself