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Informationen zum Autor Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books.Macky Pamintuan was born and raised in the Philippines. He moved to San Francisco at age twenty-one and received his fine arts degree from the Academy of Art College. Klappentext Eight-year-old Nancy Drew is on the case of a missing doll in this all-new adventure. Illustrations. Leseprobe Chapter One Crime Capsule “A troll doll with mint green hair, yo-yo, bubble-gum baseball cards, a—” “ Brraaaap! ” Eight-year-old Nancy Drew glanced up from the list she was reading. “What was that? A bullfrog?” Nancy asked her two best friends, Bess Marvin and George Fayne. “That was George burping for the third time since lunch,” Bess complained. “It’s grossing me out!” “I can’t help it,” George insisted. “It’s the first time the mac and cheese in the lunchroom had onions in it.” Nancy shuddered as she remembered that day’s lunch. Since they had been in kindergarten, Mrs. McGillicuddy, the lunch lady, had made the yummiest macaroni and cheese. But today it tasted like dirty socks. Not that Nancy had ever tasted dirty socks! “Maybe Mrs. McGillicuddy’s blue hairnet was tied too tight,” George suggested. Nancy giggled at the thought. There were other lunch ladies, but only Mrs. McGillicuddy cooked. She was the only one with a blue hairnet too. “Maybe she just had a bad day,” Nancy said. “And when Mrs. McGillicuddy has a bad day,” Bess sighed, “we have a bad lunch.” Nancy, Bess, and George stood in the school yard together with their third-grade class. More classes from every grade were filing into the school yard. The students of River Heights Elementary School hardly ever got out of school a half hour early, but today was a special day— the day Principal Newman would dig up the school time capsule. “Good thing the kids made a list of everything inside the time capsule before they buried it,” George said. “Keep reading it, Nancy.” “One plastic whistle ring, one Boys Will Be Boys magazine,” Nancy went on. “And last but not least, one Margie doll wearing her famous glittery gown, Beauty in the Ballroom!” Bess swooned at the mention of Margie. But George shook her head as if she didn’t get it. “Every girl except me has a Margie doll,” George said. “What’s the big deal about the one in the time capsule?” “Are you serious?” a girl’s voice shrieked. Nancy whirled around to see Mira Zipsky standing behind them, her hands on her hips. Mira was the proud leader of the River Heights Margie Girls, a fan club for the Margie doll. “The Margie doll came out thirty years ago,” Mira explained. “That means the doll in the time capsule was one of the first Margies ever!” Another Margie Girl, Tori Alvarez, stood next to Mira shaking her head. Like Mira she was dressed in mostly lavender—the official color of the Margie doll. “You may be a detective, Georgia Fayne,” Tori said coolly, “but when it comes to dolls you’re clueless.” “All three of us are detectives,” George said, pointing to herself, Nancy, and Bess. “We call ourselves the Clue Crew—and you can call me George !” “George hates her real name, Georgia,” Bess said with a smile. “She also hates dolls.” “Unless they’re shaped like soccer balls!” George added with a smirk. Mira looked from George to Bess. “Are you sure you two are cousins?” she asked. Nancy couldn’t believe it either sometimes. Bess had blond hair and blue eyes. Her clothes were always neat and pretty, even when she was fixing or building something. George had curly, dark hair and dark eyes. She wasn’t a fashionista like Bess, but a computer geek and proud of it! “Do any of you have a Ballroom Margie?” Nancy asked. “I wish!” Mira scoffed. “That doll would be a valuable antique,” Tori add...
