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circus. “Why did they attack now? They weren’t stealing jewels. They went right for Scooby and Shaggy….”
    â€œYou think they were trying to scare us off?” Fred asked.
    But before anyone could answer, Shaggy and Scooby zipped by on the motorcycle. “How do you, like, stop this thing?!” Shaggy cried as they sped into the wings.
    Daphne winced as a loud crash echoed through the big top. The motorcycle’s motor came to a sudden stop. “That’s one way….”

T hat night, everyone slept in Marius’s office, just in case the werewolf came back. They woke with a start the next morning when Marius hollered, “Unbelievable!”
    Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, Scooby, and Velma all leaped up. Scooby jumped into Shaggy’s arms for protection. “What’s that?! Is it the werewolves?”
    Marius was smiling broadly. “There were critics in the audience last night!” He slapped down a pile of newspapers on this desk.
    â€œCircus critics?” Velma asked.
    Marius nodded. “These are the most incredible reviews I’ve ever seen! They all assumed the werewolves were part of the show. And lookat this!” He pointed to the front page. Everyone crowded around him and saw Shaggy grinning back at them. Scooby was in the very bottom corner of the picture. “They’re calling Shaggy the greatest circus artist since Felix Adler!”
    Scooby unwrapped his arms from Shaggy’s neck. “Rhut?!”
    Shaggy’s face reddened, and he couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m so excited … and I would be so much more excited if I had any idea who Felix Adler was!”
    â€œThis is great, Shaggy,” Daphne said, patting him on the back.
    â€œCongratulations!” Fred seconded.
    Velma nodded. “Way to go!”
    Scooby looked disappointed. “Rhut rabout re?”
    â€œWell,” Marius said, trying to come up with something. “Listen to this: ‘The performance young Shaggy Rogers gets from his trained dog, Scabby —’”
    â€œRabby?!” Scooby barked.
    â€œâ€” is so remarkable that one might almostbelieve the animal has a mind of its own!’” Marius continued.
    Scooby snatched the newspaper away from Marius. “Ri do have a rind of ri own!”
    â€œIt’s true,” Daphne said. “He does.”
    Marius didn’t really seem to care. “Well, this is fantastic news! Excuse me, I have to show these around.” He hurried out of his office to share the reviews with the other members of the circus.
    â€œLooks like we’re a hit, huh?” Shaggy said, beaming at Scooby.
    â€œâ€˜Rabby …’” Scooby moaned.
    As Shaggy reveled in his newfound fame, Archambault burst into Marius’s trailer. “You have heard? The newsies are loving the show! We sell many tickets now, oui ?” He looked around on the shelves, searching for something. “You all be sure to come to breakfast today, okay? Archambault is going to make his famous crêpes!” He held up a key. “Aha! Kitchen trailer key. Breakfast be ready soon.”
    As Archambault backed away from the shelf, he knocked a book to the floor. It landed at Velma’s feet.
    â€œWhat…?” she asked, picking it up. It looked very old. “This is a book about the Ingolstadt werewolves!” she cried.
    Archambault and the others stared at her.
    â€œBut I thought Marius had never heard of them!” Daphne said, peering over Velma’s shoulder.
    â€œThat’s what he said ….” Fred mused.
    Shaggy rubbed his chin scruff. “Like, maybe he just bought that book yesterday?”
    Velma continued to look through the old book. “It was printed in Estonia in eighteen fifty-three. You really think Marius could have found this in just a day?”
    â€œWhat are you saying?” Archambault asked. “That Marius is werewolf?”
    Fred didn’t look