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Authors: Peter Bently

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“Yowee! A mummy! ARRRGHHH!”

The two robbers kicked and bashed at the gate until it finally burst open and they ran out—straight into the arms of the police.

A police captain stepped forward, with Miss Gargoyle beside him.

“Well, well!” said the captain. “If it isn't Milton Grobble and Jim Snark. We've been looking for you for ages. We want to ask you about a few robberies.”

“It was us! It was us,” wailed Jim. “Just save us from those horrible ghouls!”

“Please, put us in jail!” begged Milton. “The strongest one you got! Anywhere away from those monsters!”

“Monsters?” said the captain. “What monsters?”

“There!” said Milton. “Right behind us!”

“Nice try, guys,” laughed the captain. “Hi, kids.”

Puzzled, the two robbers slowly turned around. There stood five children—Lee, Bella, Billy, Ollie, and Claude.

“Well done, kids,” said the captain. “Your teacher told us where to wait. Now we just need to find Tony Kreep, the third member of the gang.”

Lee, Billy, and Bella laughed.

“He's at the top of the Ferris wheel,” said Lee. “And all the loot is in their truck, behind the castle.”

“Excellent,” said the captain. He looked at the vampire children and Miss Gargoyle. “Hey, great costumes, by the way. Been to a costume party?”

“Something like that,” grinned Bella. This time she was careful
not
to show her fangs.

The police captain turned to Milton and Jim. “Monsters, huh? Scared of a bunch of kids!”

All the police officers laughed.

“B-but there
were
monsters!” groaned Milton. “Honest!”

“Tell that to the judge,” said the captain. “Take them away, sergeant.”

“The robbers wanted everyone else to think the castle was haunted,” said Lee as they got back on the bus. “So I thought
they
might as well think so, too!”

“It was great of Ollie and Claude to help out,” said Bella. “Claude was a fantastic mummy! Where did he get those bandages?”

“I borrowed them from the first aid tent,” said Lee.

“Fangtastic!” said Billy.

“Thanks,” said Lee. “You and Bella were fangtastic, too.”

“Well,” said Miss Gargoyle. “You three certainly discovered a few interesting things about that castle! I think you deserve the prizes. Don't you agree class?”

The whole bus cheered as Miss Gargoyle handed an envelope each to Lee, Bella, and Billy. They opened them and gasped in delight.

“Wow!” said Lee. “A ticket to the circus!”

“Doctor Acula's Vampire Spectacula!” cried Bella. “I
so
wanted to see his show!”

“Me, too,” said Billy. “But it's been sold out for months!”

They all chorused, “Thanks, Miss Gargoyle!” as Max started the bus and headed back to St. Orlok's School.

Hungry for more?

Sink your teeth into the next

Vampire School adventure.

Here's a sneak peek!

Chapter 1

Ghoul Show

The school clock was striking nine when a small bat zoomed up to the main entrance of St. Orlok's Primary School. The bat hovered in front of the doors for a moment, then with a POP! it turned into a boy. It was Lee Price, and he was late for school. Vampire school.

Lee dashed through the doors—and almost crashed right into Mr. E. Gore, the school caretaker.

“Hey! Votchvere you're going!” grumbled Mr Gore.

“Sorry!” called Lee, speeding down the corridor with his black cape flapping behind him.

“Late again, huh?” yelled Mr. Gore.

He shook his fist so hard that little flakes of rotten skin flew off it like green dandruff. “Pesky vampire kids! So unreliable! Ve zombies are alvays dead on time!”

Lee reached his classroom and burst in just as his teacher, Miss Gargoyle, was taking the register. All the other young vampires turned to stare at him.

“Sorry I'm late, Miss!” he gasped breathlessly, plonking himself down at a table next to his friends Billy Pratt and Bella Williams.

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