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The evil puppet you hate to love is back for a brand new scare. Jackson Stander is every parent's dream. He doesn't get into trouble, he always does his homework, and he never, ever lies. His teachers all trust him completely. He even volunteers at the local Youth Center. But that was all before Jackson came across an evil ventriloquist dummy. Now he must deal with Slappy wreaking havoc on his family and friends. Jackson will soon see that two Slappy's are not better than one!
Praise for GOOSEBUMPS WANTED: THE HAUNTED MASK"...this book offers a great opportunity to rediscover what makes Stine so special: his swift characterizations, icky ideas, and prose that offers the exact right amount of cover-your-eyes detail." -Booklist"Pure, Goosebumps-style terror-by-formula, polished through use to such a high gloss that it slides along frictionlessly-a worthy celebration of the series' 20th anniversary." -Kirkus Reviews
R.L. Stine is the creator of the bestselling Goosebumps series, which has more than 400 million copies in print worldwide and celebrated 25 years in 2017. Goosebumps is one of the bestselling children's series of all-time and inspired a popular television show, as well as a feature film starring Jack Black that opened at #1 at the box office. His other popular children's books include the series Fear Street, Mostly Ghostly, The Nightmare Room, and Rotten School, and his picture books, with Marc Brown, The Little Shop of Monsters and Mary McScary. R.L. Stine lives in New York City. You can connect with him on Twitter at @RL_Stine or Facebook: facebook.com/rlstine. For more information, visit rlstine.com and scholastic.com/goosebumps.
From GOOSEBUMPS MOST WANTED #2: SON OF SLAPPYWas that a boy sitting on the edge of the front porch? He sat stiffly. His skinny legs were crossed. He was dressed in red and wore red shoes. His black hair gleamed in the sunlight. He didn't move as we walked toward him. He just stared at us with a big grin on his face."Who is that?" Rachel asked.We took a few steps closer. I laughed. It wasn't a boy. It was some kind of big doll.We stepped up to the front porch. "It's a ventriloquist dummy," I said. "Weird," Rachel murmured, staring down at its grinning face. "Why is it sitting here on the porch?""Beats me." I made a fist and tapped the top of its wooden head. "Hey, dummy.""Owww!" it cried. "Don't do that!"
