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Informationen zum Autor Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books. Scott Burroughs started his career at Disney and has illustrated everything from children's books to advertisements and editorials. He is also the published author of several children's books. He lives in Denver, Colorado, with his wife and sons. Klappentext A robot robbery suggests science fair foul play in this Hardy Boys Secret Files mystery.It's time for the annual Bayport Science Fair, and Frank, Joe, and their friend Phil are determined to have the winning entry. With their spiffy homemade robot, they are convinced they can finally top their classmate, Cissy Zermeno, who has won the past two years. But right before the boys are about to bring Mr. Roboto to the fair, Phil discovers that their prized creation has gone missing! Did town bully (and usual suspect) Adam Ackerman steal him out of jealousy? Or was Cissy worried she would have to settle for second place this year? It's up to the boys to figure out how Mr. Roboto found his way out of Phil's garage. Will they get him back in time to compete?Robot Rumble 1 Science Fair Countdown Joe moved around the cramped garage. He squeezed past cardboard boxes, a pile of rusty rakes and shovels, and the old kitchen table his mom had refused to throw out. The Hardys had two garages side by side. His father parked his car in one, and the other was the place the family stored all the things they didn’t use—like his dad’s collection of posters from old police movies. Joe grabbed the metal sled propped against the wall. “Look!” he yelled over his shoulder. “What do you think, Frank? I bet we could use this for finishing the robot’s back.” A voice crackled from outside the garage door. “This is Agent Hardy requesting Agent Hardy’s assistance. Come in?” When Joe turned back, he noticed a small walkie-talkie sitting on the grass outside the garage door. Frank’s voice sounded again. “Come in? Come in?” Joe took the sled out of the garage, careful not to step on any of the old knitting magazines his mom was saving. He dropped the sled on the grass and grabbed the walkie-talkie, pressing the button on the side. “Heard you loud and clear, Frank. Over and out.” “Requesting assistance at the back exit—” Frank said, his voice interrupted by static. Joe ran to the back door just in time to open it. Frank strode through, carrying a whole stack of flat silver pans. A few rolls of tinfoil were stacked on top of the pans. “Look what Mom gave me. They have to be good for something, right? Then we can see if Phil can use these old walkie-talkies to make the robot speak.” “This is perfect,” Joe said. He held up the sled. “I was thinking we could use this to cover its back, where some of the wires stick out. Now we just need to find that silver paint we were looking for. . . . ” Frank set the pans and foil on the lawn. They had enough to finish up the robot tonight. “I can’t believe the science fair is tomorrow. Those judges would be crazy not to pick us!” It was Friday afternoon, and at noon the next day was the Bayport Science Fair. Frank and Joe had spent the last three weeks working with one of their best friends, Phil Cohen, on their project. Phil had been obsessed with electronics ever since they were in first grade. He always had the latest computer or video game. Other kids from Bayport spent their afternoons playing baseball or camping out by the school jungle gym. But Phil took apart computers or ...
