Mysterious Four #1: Hauntings and Heists by Dan PoblockiMysterious Four #1: Hauntings and Heists by Dan Poblocki

Mysterious Four #1: Hauntings and Heists

byDan Poblocki

Paperback | May 1, 2011

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Welcome to Moon Hollow, where mystery lurks around every corner-and four kids have come together to solve crimes and puzzles big and small.

Whether they're debunking sea monsters, thwarting bullies, or revealing who threw out mom's asparagus, Viola, Sylvester, Rosie, and Woodrow will figure out the truth in six clues or less. And readers are invited to guess alongside them each step of the way.

Dan Poblocki,/b> is the author of the middle-grade novels The Stone Child and The Nightmarys. He grew up in Rhode Island and New Jersey, and currently lives in Brooklyn, New York.
Title:Mysterious Four #1: Hauntings and HeistsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:176 pages, 7.57 × 5.26 × 0.51 inPublished:May 1, 2011Publisher:SCHOLASTIC INCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0545299802

ISBN - 13:9780545299800

Appropriate for ages: 8


Read from the Book

From The Mysterious FourThe day was hot and the air was still. In her new bedroom, Viola Hart had just unpacked her third box of mystery novels, when a gunshot exploded the afternoon.Rushing to the window, Viola frantically scanned the street, hoping to catch the culprit in the act. She imagined finding a cop chasing a suspicious-looking woman in a glittering red dress... or a couple of mobsters clutching purple velvet bags filled with diamonds as they raced from a burning car... or a mad old man trying to chase away the birds from his yard-Another glass-rattling bang caught Viola's attention. Up the street, a big black car turned the corner, leaving in its wake a gray puff of exhaust. The car's second backfire left her imagination in a similar cloud, and Viola zoomed back to reality.Just an old car backfiring? Oh well, she thought. There can't be excitement everywhere.Or maybe there could be?