When a young vampire first gets his grown-up fangs he’s anxious to bite something, and runs all around the neighborhood driving everyone batty until he meets the new kids who’ve moved into the neighborhood.  When the boy he’s trying to make friends with is complaining about his little sister’s habit of biting, Moony goes along with declaring biting to be baby stuff, as he’s more interested in making a friend than in biting.  It’s full of vampiric plays-on-words.  Both story and illustrations are a bit on the bland side.