Howliday Inn (Bunnicula and Friends)

Howliday Inn (Bunnicula and Friends)

James Howe

Language: English

Pages: 224

ISBN: 1416928154

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Not a great place to visit, and you wouldn't want to live there

The Monroes have gone on vacation, leaving Harold and Chester at Chateau Bow-Wow -- not exactly a four-star hotel. On the animals' very first night there, the silence is pierced by a peculiar wake-up call -- an unearthly howl that makes Chester observe that the place should be called Howliday Inn.

But the mysterious cries in the night (Chester is convinced there are werewolves afoot) are just the beginning of the frightening goings-on. Soon animals start disappearing, and there are whispers of murder. Is checkout time at Chateau Bow-Wow going to come earlier than Harold and Chester anticipated?

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console her, but she left us with a grand flourish before anyone, including Max, could speak. Just as she was about to reach her bungalow, Lyle suddenly pounced on her back. “Bombs away!” he cried. Louise screamed. “What are you doing?! You are a very crazy cat, you nutty Lyle, you! Get off me this instant!” Lyle didn’t seem to be paying any attention to Louise’s screams. In fact, it appeared that he was talking to someone else entirely. “Ace-One to Four-Seven. Come in, Four-Seven. Have

roof I tumbled, holding Chester tightly by the tail. Together we landed in a jumble right in front of the door to the bungalow. Max and Georgette turned to discover us lying in a puddle at their doorstep. “Look, Max,” Georgette said, “it’s rainin’ cats and dogs.” She seemed to get quite a chuckle out of that, but Max hushed her immediately. “Georgette, how can you laugh at a time like this?” “But, sugar—” “Enough now,” he said emphatically. “Be still.” Chester glanced at me knowingly. “So,”

Max said, turning to us, “to what do we owe the pleasure of your—shall we say, unexpected—company? “We were just in the neighborhood, so we thought we’d drop in,” Chester replied smartly. I was impressed by the quickness of his wit. I tried to think of a quick comeback, too, but it takes me a while to think of quick comebacks. By the time I was ready, Chester had already strolled into the bungalow, casually shaking out the rain from his hair as he went. I followed his lead, but when I shook the

night, the storm died down and was replaced by hot, sunny weather. Heather was moved indoors with her babies; and Howard, when he wasn’t inside visiting, was proudly extolling the virtues of family life. He also handed out bones on which he’d written, “It’s a boy . . . and a boy . . . and a girl . . . and a boy . . . and a girl . . . and a girl . . . and a boy.” I was very moved by his gift. Chester was nauseated. “Typical dog present,” he grunted after Howard walked away. “What do you mean

bucks.” “Oh, is that all?” Jill replied. “And how will you do that, if I may ask?” “That is what I haven’t figured out yet. But don’t worry. I will. I’m thinking all the time.” “I’ll bet you are,” Jill said. “I’ll just bet you are.” “Oh, I am.” There was a growl of thunder. “We’d better hurry,” Harrison said. “It may start raining.” Quickly, they finished dishing out our food and started toward the door. Jill turned back. “Okay, everyone,” she called out, “enjoy your dinners! I’ll check in

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