Heartwarming / Weenies

• The story with the Shrinking Violet boy who was invited to a party. It turns out to be entirely made up of ghosts of kids who went to his school in the past. But they gently reassure him he isn't dead, nor do they want to kill him. They felt sorry for him, so invited him to their party. After the ringleader says that "When a dead kid feels bad for you, you know it's bad," he gently tells the boy to open up more and make friends, they all have confidence in him, and see him out. A rare story in the series with a super happy ending.
• Franken Dance has a girl's dad create a monster to serve as a date for a dance. Despite one rude boy she used to like, the monster is nice and everything goes well. It's surprisingly pleasant for this series.
• Check Out the Library Weenies has more of these than usual, with perhaps the most notable example being Bald Truths which has a girl with cancer whose friends are very supportive. There are jerks who get comeuppance but not in an overly harsh way. The titular story has no supernatural elements and is just about some kids who convince a bully to be nice to them. Seeing as Lubar didn’t intend to make any more collections for Weenies after this, it makes sense that he’d want to end on an uplifting note.
• "The Dead Won't Hurt You" is about a boy named Eric who goes into a cemetery on a dare. A guy he sort of knew, Hunter, is buried there, and he's been avoiding the place because it terrifies him. He runs into a man in the graveyard who tells him there's nothing scary there because the dead won't hurt you. Gripping Eric's shoulder threateningly, he tells him it's the living you have to watch out for. Eric breaks free and runs, with the man chasing him. Suddenly the man trips and falls, fatally hitting his head on a tombstone. Eric approaches and sees that the man's feet are lying over a grave, a spot of earth disturbed as if a hand had reached up to grab at the man's ankle, and realizes that Hunter saved him. He thanks the other boy, apologizing for not visiting before, before departing the cemetery, secure in the knowledge that he has nothing to fear from the dead.
  Eric knelt and gently touched the stone. “Thanks,” he whispered. He didn’t need to read the inscription. He knew who was buried there. “Thanks, Hunter. Sorry I didn’t come before.”
  There was no answer. He expected none. Eric stood and walked slowly toward the cemetery gate. He had no urge to rush. He had no fear. He knew the dead would never hurt him.

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