yes! trust me! a dagger!

When it's all done, David lies impaled through the ribcage by the horns of some kind of antelope taxidermy. Michael can hardly breathe: he did that. David is still alive—well, still undead, rather than regular dead—but dark blood spills from his mouth with every curse he spits, and his usual smooth tone is broken with pain. Star supports Michael where he's bent nearly double from exertion, and the Frog brothers stand by with the water pistols, leaving Sam to stand above David with a stake raised, ready to strike, like a masked avenger in the second-to-last panel of a comic.

Alan and Edgar are practically jumping with excitement. "We got the head vampire! Kill him! Kill him now and save your brother!"