Howliday Inn (Bunnicula and Friends)
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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?
I’d do once I got there, I threw open my door and raced across the compound to Howard’s and Heather’s bungalows. Taxi must have seen me coming, because he called out, “Harold!” I didn’t answer. “Harold, is that you? What are you doing? What’s going on?” I stopped dead in my tracks. Howard and Heather were gone. “They’re out again!” I cried. “On the loose!” “What are you talking about?” Taxi asked. “Who’s out?” “Howard and Heather,” I answered. “Have you seen them, Taxi? We have to find them
storm. This time, however, he seemed determined to remain cool. “Toby,” Mrs. Monroe instructed her youngest son, “see if you and Pete can find Chester, will you?” Pete appeared at the door behind Toby. “Excuse me,” Chester said to me, “it’s time for my exit.” And so saying, he made a mad dash for the nearest lilac bush. Unfortunately for him, Toby and Pete were on to his favorite hiding places. And Pete, who had taken up jogging with his dad, was fast on Chester’s heels. Grabbing him by the
surprised if that bunny’s got you in his powers. Listen, Howie ...” “Yes, Pop?” Chester rolled his eyes and went on. “You can’t listen to Harold on this one. He’s too much of a goody-two-shoes. And the Monroes . . . well, what can I say? People are, alas, people, and, as such, woefully in the dark much of the time. They never had a clue what was going on. I was on the verge of destroying the vampire bunny once and for all, saving this town and all its inhabitants from his evil clutches, when
the same age as Harrison, but she looked more tucked in. “Harrison,” she called, “do you know where Chester’s file is? Dr. Greenbriar wants to look at it while the Monroes are here, and I can’t find it anywhere.” “But you were looking at it this morning, Jill,” Harrison answered. “I know, I know,” the girl named Jill said, shaking her head. “I just can’t remember where I put it. I was hoping you’d seen it.” Harrison shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Jill. “Wish I could help you out,” he
on, boys, let’s leave Harold to his new home.” Suddenly, Toby threw himself around my neck. “Goodbye, Harold,” he cried. “I’m going to miss you. Be a good dog, okay?” I felt a tear come to my eye. Pete snickered. “Yeah, Harold,” he said sarcastically, “try not to stink up the joint.” I felt a bite coming to my teeth. “Bye, Harold,” Mr. Monroe said, leaning down to pat me on the head. “Remember,” he added in a whisper, “it’s good for the soul.” “Harold,” Mrs. Monroe said firmly, “be of good