It was one of those dark raining nights; one of those nights the full moon shone at it's

brightest but noone was out at all but those who did evil. The moon gave Dexter a shiver down his

spine. He wanted to go play dark avenger with one of those bad guys. He turned to watch the news

with the rest of them when a horrible cry sounded out. That seemed to pierce the very soul. Everyone

was frozen with shock. None spoke for a time that felt like forever.

"What was that spooky cry"? asked Shaggy in a cowardly voice.

"It was the howl of a lone werewolf! This is the second time I have heard one. The first time

was five years ago tonight when I heard it howl like this one, but that one was sad.: said Dexter". I

thought they all died out years ago."

"Your right, I have not, I will be back in one hour. If I'm not"Well I guess they are still alive which means the Scooby Doo's Detective Agency is on the