Howliday Inn (Bunnicula Series)
  • Howliday Inn (Bunnicula Series)
  • Howliday Inn (Bunnicula Series)

Howliday Inn (Bunnicula Series)

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by James Howe, Lynn Munsinger
     
 

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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

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Overview

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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"The story, with wonderfully witty dialogue and irresistible characters, is a treat for all ages."
Publishers Weekly
Children's Literature
Originally published in 1982, this fantasy novel, by the author of Bunnicula, describes the unexpected experiences that Harold (a dog) and Chester (a cat) encounter when their family goes on vacation without them. Against their will, the two animals must spend a week at Chateau Bow-Wow, a less than desirable kennel. During their first night at the kennel, an unearthly howl keeps the animals awake, prompting Chester to call the place Howliday Inn. In addition to the howling, animals begin to disappear, including Chester. Harold desperately tries to solve the mystery, which involves kidnapping and potentially murder. Punctuated with clever dialogue and unusual characters and situations, the book will amuse young readers. A Bunnicula Book. 2001, Aladdin Paperbacks, $16.00 and $4.99. Ages 7 to 12. Reviewer:Rebecca Joseph
School Library Journal
Gr 2-5-When their human family goes on vacation leaving Harold and Chester at Chateau Bow Wow, the two animals soon find themselves mixed up in several mysteries. Has Louise the French dog run away or was she murdered? Why is there a terrible howling each night? Are Howard and Heather really only dogs or are they part werewolf? Chester the cat is quick to see the worst in every situation, while Harold the dog is willing to believe all of Chester's suspicions. Their investigations are predictably humorous and bumbling, but they do discover the culprit in the end. Newcomers to the series and fans of the Bunnicula books as well will enjoy this fine word-for-word reading of James Howe's sequel (S&S, 1982). Narrator Victor Garber enters into the spirit of the story giving each character a distinct and appropriate voice. His Harold is full of canine eagerness and innocence, while Chester is suitably pompous and conceited. Both school and public libraries will find this to be a popular addition to their audio collections.-Louise Sherman, formerly Anna C. Scott School, Leonia, NJ Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781416928157
Publisher:
Atheneum Books for Young Readers
Publication date:
08/08/2006
Series:
Bunnicula and Friends Series
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
224
Sales rank:
139,934
Product dimensions:
5.12(w) x 7.62(h) x 0.60(d)
Lexile:
630L (what's this?)
Age Range:
8 - 12 Years

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Chapter One

The Departure

Looking back on it now, I doubt that there was any way I could have imagined what lay ahead. After all, I'm not as well read as Chester, and except for the time I'd run away from home as a puppy and spent a fitful night under a neighbor's Porsche, I really had had very little experience of my own in the outside world. How could I have begun to imagine then what would befall me that fateful week in August?

If the memories of that week no longer make my blood run cold, they still have enough of a chilling effect to give me pause. Why, you may wonder, do I wish to stir them up now when I could so easily curl up in front of a nice warm radiator and think of happier times instead? The answer, a simple one really, is just this: whatever else may be said of that week, it was an adventure. And adventures, no matter how dark or disturbing to recall, are meant to be shared.

It Began innocently enough on a beautiful summer's day, the kind of day, I remember thinking, when the universe seems in perfect order and nothing can go wrong. A soft breeze ruffled the hairs along my neck. Birds chirped happily in the trees. A butterfly landed on my nose and would have stayed for a while, I think, if I hadn't sneezed him off. The sky was blue, the sun was gold, the grass was green. Such riches cannot be bought for any price, I thought, as I lay stretched out on the front lawn chewing contentedly on one of Mr. Monroe's new running shoes.

Without warning, my blissful mood was shattered, by the sound of Toby's voice coming from within the house.

"Why?" he keptrepeating, a bit unpleasantly.

His mother answered him in that ever-patient way of hers. "You've asked me several times, Toby, and I keep telling you the same thing. I know you're not happy about it, but we can't take them with us."

"But why? Why?" Toby insisted loudly. I noticed several butterflies flutter away from our yard defensively. "We've taken Harold and Chester on vacation with us before," he whined. My ears perked up. I was the topic of discussion.

"Just to the lake house, Toby, never on a car trip," Mrs. Monroe answered. "There won't be room. Besides, you know Harold gets carsick. You wouldn't want him to be miserable, would you?"

"No," Toby agreed sensibly, "I guess you're right."

Darn right she is, I thought.

"But I'm going to miss them, Mom," Toby added.

Mrs. Monroe's voice softened. "I know you are, Toby. We'll all miss them. But we'll be gone only a week, and then we'll see them again. Think of everything you'll have to tell Harold when you get home."

"Yeah, I guess so," Toby said, his voice trailing off in defeat. Poor kid, I thought, he's really broken tip. Well, I couldn't blame him. I was a lot of fun, after all, and it was natural he'd want to take me along. I mean, who would he play fetch-the-stick with? Whose tummy would he rub?

Suddenly, panic seized me. Who was going to feed us? I dropped my Adidas, moved quickly to the front door and began scratching on the screen.

"Hi, Harold," Toby said as he let me in. He looked at me sadly and put his arms around my neck. "I'm sorry, boy. Mom says we can't take you on vacation this time. I'll bet you feel real disappointed, huh?"

Who's going to feed me? I asked with my eyes.

"But don't worry. We'll be back in a week. It won't be so long. Still, you feel bad you're not going, don't you? I know."

Who's going to feed me? I pleaded, with a hint of a whimper.

"Oh, and if you're wondering what's going to happen to you while we're away..."

Yes? I asked, my eyes growing wider.

"...don't worry. Mom and Dad have that all figured out. See, Bunnicula is going to stay next door at Professor Mickelwhite's house..." I glanced over at the windowsill where the rabbit's cage was kept and saw that it had already been removed. I felt myself breaking into a cold sweat. What was going to happen to me? "...and you and Chester are going to be boarded."

Oh, I thought, feeling relieved immediately, that's all right then. Just one little detail troubled me: I didn't have the slightest idea what being boarded meant. I decided to find Chester and ask him about it, since Chester knows, or thinks he knows, something about almost everything.

When I found him, he was sitting in the back yard staring off into space. Chester, being a cat, is very good at staring off into space. He once explained to me that this was his way of meditating or, as he liked to put it, "getting mellow." At the moment I found him, he looked so mellow I thought there was a good chance of his ripening and rotting right there before my eyes if I didn't shake him out of it quickly.

"The Monroes are leaving, and they're going to do something to us with boards," I told him.

"Don't say hello or anything," Chester replied, without moving a muscle.

"Oh, sorry. Hello, Chester. How's it going?"

Chester just nodded his head slowly as if that were supposed to be telling me something. "Now what was that about boards?" he asked at last.

"I'm not sure. They're leaving,and they're going to tie us to boards or something, that's all I know.

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