[at an empty supermarket, Stine is spraying deodorant around himself]
R.L. Stine:
That's the Werewolf of Fever Swamp. He can smell my scent.
[he sprays a lot more, walks into the mist]
R.L. Stine:
No, it's not working. I have to hide.
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