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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 The Hardy Boys: Secret Files is an exciting new chapter book series that introduces funny! mischievous boy detectives Joe and Frank Hardy to a new audience of young mystery fans. Illustrations. Trouble at the Arcade 1 Alien Attack! A ll humans will be destroyed!” a metallic voice rang out. Nine-year-old Frank Hardy gasped as yet another row of hideous aliens appeared over the horizon. There was no question about it. Earth was being invaded! “Ha!” he shouted, and his dark hair fell in his eyes as he dodged a laser blast by doing a somersault through the air. Then he ducked around a huge pile of rocks. Oh no! There were more aliens behind the rock pile. And these were even worse. They were spitting horrible blue goo! BLURP! A wad of goo came flying at Frank. He jumped up and did a flip in midair to avoid the goo. Then he karate-kicked a rock. It crashed down on one of the aliens. SPLAT! Blue goo spurted everywhere. “Gotcha!” Frank cried. “Frank! Are you up there?” For a second Frank thought one of the aliens was calling him. Then he realized it wasn’t an alien. It was his mother. He blinked and looked up from the video game console. BLURP! On the screen, the aliens were still coming. A few seconds later a big blob of goo took over the screen, and then two words appeared: “Rats,” Frank muttered. “I’ll never be ready for the contest if I don’t do better than that.” His mother called his name again. He set down the controls and walked out to the top of the stairs to see what she wanted. “Oh, there you are.” Mrs. Hardy was holding a large spoon in one hand and a book in the other. She was a librarian, and she almost always had a book with her. “It’s Joe’s turn to set the table for dinner,” she said. “But I can’t find him anywhere. Have you seen him?” “Nope.” Frank started down the stairs. “But don’t worry. I’ll find him.” He went out the back door and crossed the lawn, heading toward the woods at the back of the yard. Before he got there, he looked around carefully. There were hedges on both sides of the yard, so none of the neighbors could see him. The sound of hammering was coming from the spare room over the garage. Mr. Hardy had been working up there for weeks during his free time. But Frank couldn’t see his father through the window, so he guessed his father couldn’t see him, either. Frank ducked into a narrow path between two bushes. It looked like a trail that nothing but a deer or a rabbit would use. But it actually led straight to the tree house Frank and his younger brother Joe had helped their parents build in the woods. No one except the two of them (and their parents) knew the tree house was there. The tree house was halfway up a huge old maple tree. Frank and Joe had painted the bottom of the platform green and brown. That way, even if someone walked right past, they probably wouldn’t notice it. At least not most of the time. Right now anyone passing by would definitely see it. That was because Joe had left the ladder hanging down. The ladder was made out of rope and planks. It ha...
