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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 When the actor who plays popular comic character Morpho the Morph Monster comes to town! Frank and Joe are excited to meet the man. But when Morpho's Morph Spork goes missing! it's up to the Hardy Boys to crack the case. Illustrations. Monster of a Mystery Monster Attack! F aster!” Frank Hardy shouted. His brother, Joe, bent over the handlebars of his bike, pumping as hard as he could after Frank. Their bikes flew up a hill and jumped off the far side, landing on the dirt trail below. “He’s coming!” Iola Morton shrieked, glancing over her shoulder. She was riding her bike beside Frank’s. “We have to get away!” their other friend, Phil Cohen, yelled from his bike. “Go! Go!” Joe urged. All four of them sped around a curve in the trail. They were deep in the woods behind Bayport Park. It was pretty wild back there, with lots of winding trails and hills. It was a fun place to ride bikes—at least, when there wasn’t something scary chasing you. Just then there was a terrifying roar from somewhere behind them. “It’s the Morph Monster!” Iola cried. “He’s catching up!” Joe pedaled even faster. “If he catches us, we’re dead meat!” he yelled to the others. “He’ll eat our brains and take over our identities!” “Yeah. Then he’ll go eat all our friends and families too!” Phil exclaimed. He skidded around a sharp bend in the trail. Frank and Iola were right behind him. Joe started to follow the others. But the trail was a little bit muddy here. His friends’ tires had gouged a rut in the dirt when they spun around the bend. Before he knew what was happening, Joe’s front tire got stuck in the rut. The handlebars twisted out of his grip, and Joe went flying. “Ow!” he yelped as he hit the rocky ground. His hands and knees scraped painfully on the dirt, but he hardly noticed. He was back on his feet a second later. “Hey!” he yelled to his brother and their friends. “Wait up!” But they were already out of sight around the bend. Joe could barely hear them calling to one another as they rode away. Gritting his teeth, he yanked his bike free of the mud. Then he jumped back on and tried to ride after them. But the front wheel wouldn’t move, and Joe almost ended up on the ground again. “Oh no!” he muttered. Now he saw that the front wheel was twisted. It must have happened when he crashed. “Guys!” he shouted, louder this time. “Come back! The Morph Monster is going to get me!” “ROAAAAAAAAR!” Joe winced. It was too late! He spun around . . . just in time to see his friend Chet Morton ride into the clearing. Chet was wearing a scary monster mask over his bike helmet. “I got you, Joe!” Chet cried gleefully. His voice sounded muffled behind the rubber mask. “I’m Morpho, and I’m going to eat your brains!” “Yeah, yeah,” Joe said with a sigh. “You got me, okay? Now come help me fix my bike.” Chet dropped his bike and pushed back his mask. His round cheeks looked extra pink from being under it. “What’s wrong with your bike?” he asked, hurrying over. “The wheel’s twisted.” Joe was already trying to bend the bike back into shape. “Ha-ha!” Chet chortled. ...
