Mavis and her friends go trick-or-treating in this hilarious novel based on an episode of the hit Disney Channel show Hotel Transylvania: The Series.
On Halloween, a curious Mavis and her friends break with tradition and do something every monster has been warned not to do: they go trick-or-treating. How much trouble can they cause? Plenty apparently. According to legend, when monsters go out on Halloween they conjure up Pumpkin Guts, a centuries-old spirit who wants to turn all monsters into jack-o’-lanterns. Luckily Drac finds out and takes a short break from the Vampire Council. Surely he can help Mavis before she’s reduced to a pile of pumpkin seeds and guts!
It all started one particularly spooky night at Hotel Transylvania, the hotel for monsters that Drac built to keep his family and other monsters safe from the human world. He ran it with the help of his sister, Lydia; his daughter, Mavis; and a crew of zombies, witches, and other monsters.
Monsters were boarding up windows, locking doors, and getting ready to hide out for the night. It was all part of a monster tradition.
Drac was away at the Vampire Council, but he sent a message to Mavis by carrier bat. She started to read it. Mavis knew her father so well, it was like he was there in her room. She could practically hear his voice. She even imagined a Drac-shaped shadow on the wall.
My dearest Mavis. Just checking in and stuff to, you know, remind you to stay inside on this, the most dangerous night of the year! You wouldn’t want to be cooked and eaten by a human! So you must never go out! Ever! EVER! Did I say ever?
Mavis looked up and sighed. “Three times,” she said flatly.
Drac’s letter continued:
Good. Now stay in your room, hunker down, and cling to the hope that daybreak will come. Love you!
Mavis muttered to herself, “I love you, Dad, but sometimes you take this lockdown a bit too far.”
Mavis got up and walked out of her room. Correction: Mavis tried to leave, but a monster’s giant purple tentacle wrapped around her to keep her in her room! “Case in point,” she added.
That was when Aunt Lydia arrived. “Young lady, you know you are to remain in your room. Absolutely no monsters are allowed out on this, the most dangerous night of the year.”
Then the hotel’s chef, Quasimodo, ran up, looking with disgust at a basket of fresh fruit he was carrying. “Madam Lydia,” he said, “the fruit is still,” he sniffed, “disgustingly fresh. We will have no zombie provisions for the coming Hallo—”
Lydia magically zipped his mouth shut—with an actual zipper—so he couldn’t say another word. “We do not say the H-word,” she reminded him through gritted teeth.
Mavis protested, “You can at least say ‘Halloween’ around me.”
Monsters nearby screamed in terror upon hearing that word. Lydia froze them in place to keep them quiet. “Now look what you’ve done. You know very well what happens when you say that!” she yelled.
“Of course I know. I’m only reminded every year!” Mavis complained. “But what can possibly be so scary that we go on lockdown till sunrise?”
Lydia bent down to be closer to her niece’s eye level and said calmly, “Some things are better left unknown,” before floating away.
Mavis was determined that this was the year she would discover the truth.
After the giant tentacle released her, she headed back toward her room.