Mavis scoured the hallways, searching for the Nose Picker and Winnie the wolf pup. Suddenly she heard barking. Winnie was riding in the toy car alongside the Nose Picker!
Mavis smiled wide. “Nose Picker and Winnie! It’s a two-for-one!” she said, and transformed into a bat and began flying as fast as she could to catch up with them.
Mavis reached them right as the Nose Picker drove into a wall and bounced out of the car. Mavis transformed backed into her human self and snatched the kid before anyone got hurt.
“Gotcha!” she called, hugging the Nose Picker close and spinning her around. Meanwhile, Winnie toppled into Pedro, who was exhausted from running so fast.
It seemed like things were going well . . . until Mavis heard a spooky voice.
“Where is that human?”
It was Aunt Lydia’s spooky voice!
“Shh! We’ve got to hide you!” Mavis told the Nose Picker. She stuffed the Nose Picker and Pedro into a chute in the wall and stowed Winnie and the toy car away in a housekeeping cart that was covered with a piece of cloth. Mavis heard Aunt Lydia get closer and hoped her plan would work.
Moments later, Aunt Lydia arrived at the spot. But instead of the Nose Picker, she found only Mavis.
“Mavis! What are you hiding?” Aunt Lydia called.
Mavis paused for a second, then threw open her arms.
“Fine,” Mavis said, faking a lighthearted laugh. Then she reached into the housekeeping cart and pulled out the toy car . . . with Winnie the wolf pup in the driver’s seat. “Good thing I caught her so she couldn’t upset the order of the hotel, huh?” Mavis said, pointing at the wolf pup.
“And I guess this,” Mavis continued, holding up the toy car, “explains the human smell. Order maintained,” she said, then brushed her hands together to show that the case was closed.
Aunt Lydia roared. She had really wanted to go on a human hunt . . . but she quickly decided to accept the situation for what it was. She motioned toward the toy car. “Very well. We shall incinerate the car before any of the guests catch the disgusting human scent.”
“Pretty car!” Diane clucked. She wanted to drive it even though she was a chicken!
Aunt Lydia sighed. “Ugh, fine,” she told Diane, who promptly hopped into the car and grabbed the wheel with a wing. “Well, I guess if it makes you feel like a chick again.”
In a flash Diane sped through the halls, clucking and chirping, with Aunt Lydia gliding eerily behind her.
Then a real-life car pulled up to Hotel Transylvania. It was Gretchen Squib’s.
“She’s here!” wailed one of the shrunken heads.
“Oh no,” Mavis mumbled. The Nose Picker and Pedro were still hidden in the chute in the wall! What if Gretchen saw them during her inspection?
Mavis peered inside the chute, but no one was there.
Hank and Wendy looked too, but all they could see was an empty tube headed to the bottom of the hotel.
“Where do you think that goes?” Wendy asked.
Mavis suddenly knew the answer, and unfortunately it hadn’t occurred to her when she hid the Nose Picker and Pedro in the chute. There was only one place the chute could lead all the way down to: the pit deep below the hotel . . . where Cerberus the three-headed dog lived!