Bunnicula Meets Edgar Allan Crow

SIX

It’s in the Bag

It was shortly before dawn when the cry of “Edgar!” woke the entire household from its slumber. It was Miles’s voice, but seconds later Toby’s voice joined in with, “Bunnicula’s missing, too!”

I quickly made my way upstairs from the kitchen, where I’d spent the night (I wanted to be first in line for Mr. Monroe’s famous pancakes, which had been promised for Sunday morning breakfast).

“But how could they get out?” Mr. Monroe asked as he rubbed sleep from his eyes.

Miles was shaking his head. His complexion, pallid to begin with, had become white as bone. “I don’t. . . know. I . . . don’t. . . know,” he repeated. “I got up to use the . . . you know . . . and . . . when I got back I saw they were both missing.”