A team of top scientists, noted scholars, and nasal specialists have determined that this book stinks! If you must proceed, please keep plenty of nose plugs and melon-scented air freshener on hand.

My name’s Wiley and ever since Merle did his business in an ancient, antique litter box, Grampa’s house has become a haunted hotbed of ghostly odors. Your nostrils will quiver when you see kitty clumps hover over Gramma’s new carpet. Your nose hairs will stand on end when I karate chop a poltergeist puss. And when you catch a whiff of fragrant feline gas from the fourth dimension you’ll…
AAAAAAH!