Don't Call Me Christina Kringle
“As soon as she stepped out, she saw a van with Pete’s Pesky Pest Control painted on the side screech away from the curb in front of her grandfather’s shoe shop.
Giuseppe came running out the front door.
“My brownies! That man stole my brownies!”
Christina hurried up the sidewalk, hoping no one else heard what her grandpa was shouting (and, if they did, she prayed they’d think he’d been the victim of a baked-goods robbery).
“Grandpa?”
“Christina! The FBBI came and took away our little helpers!”
Christina took her grandfather’s elbow and guided him back into the shop. When they were safely inside, Christina noticed that the floor was littered with empty cream cartons.
“Uh-oh,” she said, feeling Nails and Professor Pencilneck climbing up inside her backpack.
“Heavens!” said the professor.
“Where’s Trixie?” shouted Nails.
“Gone,” said Grandpa.
The two brownies hopped down to the floor. Professor Pencilneck turned over a crushed cream container with his walking stick.
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