Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3 "SO WHAT ELSE ARE WE going to do today?" asked Fern. Fern was Wolfy's little sister. She and the rest of the wolf cubs had just recently become Little Junior Monster Scouts. Little Junior Monster Scouts were Junior Monster Scouts in training. When they got bigger, they could be full scouts, just like Wolfy, Franky, and Vampyra! They had recently learned the scout oath. It had taken them several tries, but hey—practice makes perfect, right? "Today," said Vampyra, "we are going to clean up the Crooked Trail." "Someone has been littering," said Franky. He picked up a cheese wrapper and a

tin can and dropped them into the trash bag he was carrying. "Look at all this garbage!" said Wolfy. "Who would do this?" "A monster!" said Fern. All the other cubs nodded and howled in agreement. "You know we are monsters, right?" Wolfy asked. "Oh yeah," said Fern. "Maybe if we follow the trail of trash, we'll find out who's been littering," said Vampyra. "Great idea!" said Franky. Vampyra, Franky, and Wolfy led the way. Fern and the rest of the cubs followed. Every time they came to an old stinky sock, or a brown banana peel, or a wadded-up napkin, they stopped and picked it up. Fortunately for them, Franky's uncle, Igor Senior, and Franky's grandfather, Doctor Frankenstein, had made them windup garbage scoopers.

All they had to do was turn the crank and scoop, scoop, scoop! The metal jaws swallowed up the trash and dropped it into their bags. No monster wanted to soil their paws on a slimy banana peel or stinky sock. Gross! They did this all the way down the Crooked Trail, Junior Monster Scouts on one side of the trail and Little Junior Monster Scouts on the other side. They found all kinds of junk that needed to be collected. Springs, old cans, apple cores, and broken shoelaces. But when they reached the beginning of the Gloomy Woods, the trash trail stopped.

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"That's weird," said Wolfy. "Guys, look," said Franky. He pointed to a pile of cheese crumbs on the side of the road. "Who do we know who loves cheese more than anything?" Vampyra asked. Do you know who loves cheese more than anything? Can you remember who is always chomping on cheese? I'll give you a hint. They have long whiskers and longer tails, and the answer rhymes with "bats." You guessed it—rats! "Something tells me that Boris and the rest of his crew are behind this," said

Franky. Boris was the lead rat. He and the other rats lived in the basement of Castle Dracula, ever since the Junior Monster Scouts' first adventure and run-in with Baron Von Grump. "Let's go find out," said Wolfy. "Follow me. I can sniff out their cheese tracks." The cheese crumbs led Wolfy and the scouts away from the Crooked Trail, away from the Gloomy Woods, and out toward the edge of the cliffs. Meanwhile… back in Baron Von Grump's windmill, the baron was having a very hard time. First he had put all of Baroness Von Grumpier's things upstairs. Her luggage and satchel and trunk and bags and box. Then Baroness Von Grumpier wanted them downstairs. Baron Von Grump moved her