Moon Madness has hit Croakies like an out-of-control freight train. As usual, I'm just not sure I'm up to the job of stopping it before it smashes everything into moon dust.

I'd heard the term "howl at the moon" before. Of course I had. But how was I supposed to know my little demon dog Vel would turn it into a compulsion?

Buckle up lunar lovers. This ride is about to get bumpy.