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HANNA-BARBERA'S

SCOOBY-DOO
and the Haunted Doghouse
By Jean Lewis
Illustrated

by Richard Lowe

RAND M9NALLY & COMPANY


Copyright

Chicago

Established 1856
MCMLXXV by Hanna-Barbera Productions,
All rights

reserved. Printed

in

U.S.A.

Inc.

gang had a new assignment.


Today they weren't solving a mystery. They were
he Mystery,

Inc.

building Scooby-Doo a doghouse in Shaggy's

backyard.

"Ouch!" said Shaggy, hammering his thumb.


''Come rain, sleet, or snow, this roof will keep

him

dry," said Fred proudly.

"Let's paint

it

red," said

Velma.

shade of blue," said Daphne.


don't you paint one side blue," said Shaggy,

"I like this

"Why

and the other side red?"


"Great!" and the girls started painting.

Scooby barked excitedly. Having his own


house was going to be a lot more fun than sleeping

on the back porch!

As soon as the paint was


''Okay, Scooby,

it's all

dry.

yours."

Shaggy

said,

Scooby barked his thanks, crawled in and


curled up. For the next two days he only came
out to eat. He loved his new house until the

third night.

Shaggy was

in bed, scaring himself to sleep

a book of ghost stories,

with
when suddenly something

landed on his bed with a howl.

Shaggy screamed and dropped his book. Then he


saw Scooby. ''Did you see a ghost?" he gasped.
Scooby dived under the covers, still shaking.

Shaggy got out

of bed

and picked up a

flashlight.

"C'mon, Scooby," he said.


Scooby burrowed deeper under the covers.

So Shaggy went on the porch alone, turned on


the light and looked into the yard. There was a
clothesline full of

wash and Scooby's new

house.

Nothing else.
He walked toward the doghouse. When he
shone his flashlight inside, a pair of eyes glowed
back at him!

As he ran for
the house, something white went past him with a
wild shriek. Then he joined Scooby under the
''Yoicks!"

Shaggy dropped

his flash.

covers for the rest of the night.

The next morning Shaggy


gang, "The doghouse

is

told the Mystery, Inc.

haunted.

saw the

"A ghost dog?" giggled Daphne.

"There aren't any ghosts two-footed or


four-footed," said Velma.
Fred looked inside the doghouse. "Does
Scooby finish his dog food every night?"

ghost!"

Shaggy shook

his head. ''He eats too

food in the daytime.

much

people

Why?"

Fred held up an empty dish. "Ever see a ghost


dog stop to eat?"
Velma showed them a white pillowcase. "I
found this caught in the bushes over there."
"That's your 'something white,' Shaggy," said
Daphne. "It fell off the clothesline."

"And walked
itself?" snorted

shriek

fifty feet to

those bushes

all

by

Shaggy. "And how about that

heard?"

Scooby peeked around the porch steps.


"Poor Scooby," said Velma. "He's still too
scared to come near his beautiful

new

house."

"Okay, gang," said Fred. "Here's our assignment.


Tonight we de-haunt Scooby's doghouse."
After dark they all tiptoed out on Shaggy's back
porch, waiting for the "ghost."
An owl hooted, a twig snapped. Then Scooby
jumped up, opening his mouth to howl. Shaggy
held it shut as Fred waved his flashlight for
the gang to follow

him

to the doghouse.

"There's something inside," hissed Shaggy.

They stopped

to listen.

They heard a

purring sound, then some tiny squeaks.

low,

Fred shone his flashlight inside.


"The glowing eyes!" gasped Velma.
The purring changed to a growl and in the
flashlight's

beam they saw

the "ghost" that had

been haunting Scooby's doghouse.


"It's a cat!" said Daphne.
"With three tiny kittens!" said Velma.
"They've just been born," said Fred.
"In Scooby's doghouse!" gulped Shaggy.

Then everyone hurried

to get

warm

milk

for

the stray mother cat and a soft blanket for

her kittens. Meanwhile, Scooby stood guard,


looking as pleased and proud as any father!

As the

cat gratefully lapped

up a dish of warm

milk, Shaggy asked,

"What about that ghostly

white thing that shrieked last night?"

"You scared her out of the doghouse. Then the


pillowcase fell on her and she yelled and ran,"
said Fred.

"You just talked me out

of believing in ghosts,"

said Shaggy. "This time!"

The next assignment for Mystery, Inc. was to


find good homes for "Spooky" and her kittens.
Then Scooby was able to move into his very

own de-haunted doghouse

at last.

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