The Crazy Case of Missing Thunder
“Five minutes later, my mom dropped us at the library. We rushed in to take out books about horses, but Mrs. Bookman said most of them were already checked out.
“By guess who?” said Kelly, staring straight across the street at Petals and Buds.
“Joey’s not going to tell us much,” I said when we gathered on the sidewalk. “He thinks we’re gooballs.”
“And he’s probably still hungry because we didn’t let him finish that carrot stick three years ago,” Brian said. “That would make anyone mad.”
“There’s only one way to find out what we need to find out,” Kelly said. “Our specialty.”
Mara winked through her glasses. “Disguises!”
Carefully, the four of us snuck into the alley behind the shop. We found a big garbage can overflowing with leafy branches and broken blossoms.
“It smells good for garbage,” Mara said.
“Just like Thunder’s stable,” Brian said.
“Joey is so guilty,” said Kelly. “Come on.”
Kelly and Mara began stuffing leaves and flowers into their belts and socks and sleeves.
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