in book #1,
The Secret of the Old Clock.
No lie.” She felt as shiny as the penny in Nancy Drew’s penny loafers.
“Is there a reward?” Stink asked.
“Are you gonna arrest Mr. Chips for stealing that dog bone?” Frank asked.
“Will Mr. Chips still get to be a police dog?” Rocky asked.
“No, no, and yes,” said Officer Kopp. “But it’ll be a while — he still has a lot to learn. A lot more training to do. Back to Doggy Detective School for you.”
“Aw, I wish I could keep him,” said Stink.
“Stink, he’s not a pet,” said Judy. “He’s a crime buster. Aren’t you, Mr. Chips?” She rubbed noses with the puppy, too.
“Looks like this mystery’s solved,” said Officer Kopp. “No more cookie stealing for you, little fella. Case closed.”
Case closed? If Judy Moody had learned one thing from Nancy Drew (besides Never Leave Home Without a Bobby Pin), it was that a detective’s work was never done. Haunted houses. Secret diaries. Stolen diamonds. Around every corner was a mystery, just waiting to be solved. And where there was mystery, there would be Judy.
The kids waved to Officer Kopp and Mr. Chips. “If any diamonds go missing,” said Judy, “you know who to call.”
“Who?” asked Stink.
“Judy Moody, Girl Detective,” she said, grinning from ear to ear.
* CASE CLOSED *
by Megan McDonald
Judy Moody was walking with her nose in Nancy Drew #32,
The Scarlet Slipper Mystery,
when —
BAM!
— she ran smack-dab into a fourth-grader. A fourth-grader carrying a giant stack of library books. The books went flying. OOPS!
“Sorry!” Judy and the girl said at the same time.
Judy helped pick up the books.
“Secret in the Old Attic?”
she said.
“The Hidden Staircase?”
“I’m freaky for Nancy Drew,” said the girl.
“I’m freaky for Nancy Drew! I’m reading all fifty-six classic Nancy Drews. I’m on number thirty-two.”
“Hey, don’t I know you? We played soccer together last summer. I go to Jerabek Elementary School, but my mom knows your mom. My name’s Alyssa.”
“Oh, yeah!” said Judy.
Before you could say “Scarlet Slipper,” Judy had a playdate with Alyssa.
Judy’s mom pulled up outside Alyssa’s house. It had purple front steps, a porch covered in vines, and a round tower.
“This looks like a haunted house!” said Stink. “No way would I go in there.”
The house did look way old and spooky. Judy glanced at her mood ring. Amber. Amber was for
Nervous.
Amber was for
Not-So-Sure.
Amber seemed to whisper,
Never-Go-Inside-Haunted-Houses.
Judy reached into the pocket where she kept her SOS lipstick. It helped her pluck up her courage. She climbed the purple steps and knocked on the front door.
Alyssa opened the door, and Judy stepped inside. The first thing Judy noticed was a chandelier in the entryway — it was swinging back and forth. Then, from out of nowhere, spooky music drifted into the room.
Judy got goose bumps,
goose eggs.
Alyssa didn’t seem to notice a thing.
“Is this house haunted?” Judy whispered.
“Of course not.” Alyssa laughed. “Don’t be cuckoo.” Judy started to relax. Alyssa lowered her voice. “Sometimes I
do
hear spooky sounds coming from the attic. You want to go up?”
“Up? As in stairs? To the spooky attic?” Judy checked her mood ring.
Blue-green?
Blue-green was for
Relaxed, Calm.
She, Judy Moody, did not feel
Relaxed, Calm
at all!
Upstairs, Alyssa yanked a rope in the ceiling. Down came a secret staircase that led into the attic. Jeepers! The cobwebby attic was full of junk covered in million-year-old dust: chairs, rolls of carpet, old-timey paintings, a cracked mirror.
Just then, out of the corner of Judy’s eye, something caught her attention. Something in the mirror. Something hairy and scary.
“AGHHHHHH!” Judy screamed and fell back on the floor. She scrambled back up to her feet and made a beeline for the stairs. “I think . . . saw . . . gorilla . . . ghost!”
“Judy! Stop!
The Secret of the Old Clock.
No lie.” She felt as shiny as the penny in Nancy Drew’s penny loafers.
“Is there a reward?” Stink asked.
“Are you gonna arrest Mr. Chips for stealing that dog bone?” Frank asked.
“Will Mr. Chips still get to be a police dog?” Rocky asked.
“No, no, and yes,” said Officer Kopp. “But it’ll be a while — he still has a lot to learn. A lot more training to do. Back to Doggy Detective School for you.”
“Aw, I wish I could keep him,” said Stink.
“Stink, he’s not a pet,” said Judy. “He’s a crime buster. Aren’t you, Mr. Chips?” She rubbed noses with the puppy, too.
“Looks like this mystery’s solved,” said Officer Kopp. “No more cookie stealing for you, little fella. Case closed.”
Case closed? If Judy Moody had learned one thing from Nancy Drew (besides Never Leave Home Without a Bobby Pin), it was that a detective’s work was never done. Haunted houses. Secret diaries. Stolen diamonds. Around every corner was a mystery, just waiting to be solved. And where there was mystery, there would be Judy.
The kids waved to Officer Kopp and Mr. Chips. “If any diamonds go missing,” said Judy, “you know who to call.”
“Who?” asked Stink.
“Judy Moody, Girl Detective,” she said, grinning from ear to ear.
* CASE CLOSED *
by Megan McDonald
Judy Moody was walking with her nose in Nancy Drew #32,
The Scarlet Slipper Mystery,
when —
BAM!
— she ran smack-dab into a fourth-grader. A fourth-grader carrying a giant stack of library books. The books went flying. OOPS!
“Sorry!” Judy and the girl said at the same time.
Judy helped pick up the books.
“Secret in the Old Attic?”
she said.
“The Hidden Staircase?”
“I’m freaky for Nancy Drew,” said the girl.
“I’m freaky for Nancy Drew! I’m reading all fifty-six classic Nancy Drews. I’m on number thirty-two.”
“Hey, don’t I know you? We played soccer together last summer. I go to Jerabek Elementary School, but my mom knows your mom. My name’s Alyssa.”
“Oh, yeah!” said Judy.
Before you could say “Scarlet Slipper,” Judy had a playdate with Alyssa.
Judy’s mom pulled up outside Alyssa’s house. It had purple front steps, a porch covered in vines, and a round tower.
“This looks like a haunted house!” said Stink. “No way would I go in there.”
The house did look way old and spooky. Judy glanced at her mood ring. Amber. Amber was for
Nervous.
Amber was for
Not-So-Sure.
Amber seemed to whisper,
Never-Go-Inside-Haunted-Houses.
Judy reached into the pocket where she kept her SOS lipstick. It helped her pluck up her courage. She climbed the purple steps and knocked on the front door.
Alyssa opened the door, and Judy stepped inside. The first thing Judy noticed was a chandelier in the entryway — it was swinging back and forth. Then, from out of nowhere, spooky music drifted into the room.
Judy got goose bumps,
goose eggs.
Alyssa didn’t seem to notice a thing.
“Is this house haunted?” Judy whispered.
“Of course not.” Alyssa laughed. “Don’t be cuckoo.” Judy started to relax. Alyssa lowered her voice. “Sometimes I
do
hear spooky sounds coming from the attic. You want to go up?”
“Up? As in stairs? To the spooky attic?” Judy checked her mood ring.
Blue-green?
Blue-green was for
Relaxed, Calm.
She, Judy Moody, did not feel
Relaxed, Calm
at all!
Upstairs, Alyssa yanked a rope in the ceiling. Down came a secret staircase that led into the attic. Jeepers! The cobwebby attic was full of junk covered in million-year-old dust: chairs, rolls of carpet, old-timey paintings, a cracked mirror.
Just then, out of the corner of Judy’s eye, something caught her attention. Something in the mirror. Something hairy and scary.
“AGHHHHHH!” Judy screamed and fell back on the floor. She scrambled back up to her feet and made a beeline for the stairs. “I think . . . saw . . . gorilla . . . ghost!”
“Judy! Stop!
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