Judy Moody, Girl Detective

Who’s Who

The Case of the Bothersome Brother

The Mystery of the Missing Moose Mice

The Secret of the Stolen Spectacles

The Search for the Buried Backpack

The Mystery of the Missing Mr. Chips

The Case of the Dog-Bone Bandit

The Case of the Troublesome Toilet

The Secret of the Suspicious Sandwich

The Case of the Curious Cookie Crumbs

The Case of the Kissing Canine

Judy Moody and the Mystery of the Missing Mood Ring

10 Things You May Not Know About Megan McDonald

10 Things You May Not Know About Peter H. Reynolds

It was a
dark and stormy
night. Rain slashed the
window.
Lightning
flashed and
thunder
crashed. Spooky shadows like
giant teeth
danced across the walls.

Tick-tock, tick-tock
went the
old clock
, thumping like a
scary heartbeat.
Quiet as a ghost
, she climbed the
dark, dark
stairs. In her
bare feet
, she tiptoed down the
dark, dark
hallway to the
dark, dark
door. She tapped
one, two, three
times, signaling in Morse code. Just then, the
door
creaked open.

Knock-knock.

“AAHHH!” screamed Judy from under the covers of her top bunk bed. She let go of the Mood Libs tablet she’d been writing in. It sailed through the air, bonking Stink on the noggin.

“Ouch!” yelled Stink, rubbing his head. “Watch the brains! You’re gonna give me an egg on my head.”

“You already are an egghead, Stink,” Judy teased.

“Well, you didn’t have to throw the book at me.”

“At least it wasn’t the encyclopedia. That’s what you get for scaring the pants off me while I was writing a spooky Mood Libs story.”

“Why are you under the covers? It’s the middle of the day.”

“Nancy Drew says a person should never be afraid of the dark. So I was practicing.”

“Why do you have a flashlight?”

“A good detective always keeps a flashlight under her pillow.”

“Does Nancy Drew do that?”

“Hel-
lo
! Haven’t you read
The Message in the Hollow Oak
?”

“I’m not a Nancy Drew cuckoo-head like some people!”

“Can I help it if I’m trying to read all fifty-six original Nancy Drew classics?”

Stink waved the Mood Libs book at her. “Does Nancy Drew throw stuff at her brother, too?”

“Nancy Drew doesn’t have a brother. But if she did, I’m sure she’d throw stuff if he scared the jeepers out of her.”

“Jeepers?”

“That’s Nancy Drew talk, Stink. Get a clue.”

“Do Nancy Drew mysteries have any stuff that blows up? Good mysteries have stuff that blows up. Like boats or cakes or maybe exploding motorcycles?”

“No, Stink. Nancy Drew mysteries have old clocks and hidden diaries and squeaky steps and stuff.”