Bunnicula 05 - Return to Howliday Inn by James Howe Deborah Howe

Author:James Howe, Deborah Howe [Howe, James Howe, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: HarperTrophy
Published: 2011-04-02T07:10:16+00:00

“You brought up breakfast,” I said.“Nice turn of phrase, Harold.” Clearing his throat, he went on, “Have you noticed anything odd about those two cats?” He indicated Felony and Miss Demeanor, who were stretched out in a patch of sun in front of their bungalows. Felony was twitching her head this way and that, either trying to keep up with a fly or auditioning for the part of Robocat. Miss Demeanor lay flat on her stomach like an imitation bear rug. Her head bobbed up and down to the rhythm of her chewing.

“No,” I said, “they seem like normal cats to me.”

“They are definitely up to something,” Chester said. “I wonder if they have something to do with the secret of Chateau Bow-Wow. I know one way for us to find out.”

“What’s that?”

“You.”

“Excuse me?”

“I want you to pal around with them, Harold. When you’re not busy digging our tunnel to freedom, that is.”

I started to protest, but Chester was already way ahead of me. “It’ll be easy. You’re going to be hanging out on their turf anyway. Just see if you can get them to leak some information.”

“What are you going to be doing, if you don’t mind my asking, while I’m looking for leaks?”

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He lifted his head and stared off toward the office. “I’m going inside,” he said dramatically.

“Ah.” I looked over at the office window. Through it, I could see Ditto pecking at some birdseed in her cage. Beyond her, there was a general bustle and commotion as Daisy, Jill, and Dr. Greenbriar went about their business.

“And exactly how do you think you’re going to get in there, Chester?” I asked. “It’s not like you have an appointment.”

“True. But I do have charm,” said Chester.

I cocked an eyebrow at this one.

“And if all else fails, there’s the bird. A veritable font of information.”

An hour later, Chester found me digging behind the bush between Felony’s and Miss Demeanor’s bungalows.

“What did you find out?” I asked.

“That charm without an appointment only gets you as far as the door. And Polly wants a cracker.”

I nodded. Chester looked at the hole. It wasn’t very impressive, but then again we hadn’t been digging very long. Howie was still on a break that had begun a few minutes after we’d started; he was at Bob and Linda’s having smoked Gouda—flavored doggie bones. The Weasel and Hamlet were trying to see if they could get Rosebud talking again. And as for the cat burglars …

“What did you find out?” Chester asked.

“Talk about forthcoming,” I said. “I kept track of

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their answers. There were four ‘What’s it to ya’s,’ three ‘What d’ya wanna know for’s,’ seven ‘Mind yer own business’s,’ and one, ‘What’re you, a police dog?’”

“Gosh,” said Chester, “what kind of questions did you ask?”

“Nine out of fifteen were about the weather.”

Chester shook his head. “Where are they now?”

I shrugged. “Looking for trouble or making it,” I said. “They didn’t let me in on their plans.”

“Hmm,” said Chester, looking decidedly unhappy, “this is going to be a lot tougher than I thought.

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