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 Right before the final game of the Little League season! the Bayport Bandits' lucky charm--Jason's mitt--goes missing! The team is devastated. Can Frank and Joe solve the case of the missing mitt before the Bandits lose the game? The Missing Mitt 1 The Big Game The bases are loaded! Two outs, the bottom of the ninth. The Bayport Bandits really need this one to win. The announcer's voice was loud. Joe Hardy is stepping up to the plate, lucky bat in hand. His brother, Frank, is on third base, itching for home. This was the most exciting World Series final anyone had ever seen. The crowd went wild. They were cheering and chanting, Hardy! Hardy! Hardy! Eight-year-old Joe took a few practice swings. There had to be ten thousand people in the stands. Or more! He'd always dreamed of playing in the World Series. And now the Bayport Bandits had finally made it. If Joe can hit a home run, the Bandits will win this game. Otherwise, the Johnston Jupiters will be taking home the Commissioner's Trophy again. The Johnston Jupiters were the Bandits' biggest rivals. The crowd grew quiet as Joe got ready. He looked at his brother, crouched on third base. He gave Frank a thumbs-up. Frank was counting on him. The whole team was counting on him. Joe needed to hit this one out of the park. The pitcher threw a curveball first. Joe let it fly by. It wasn't the right one. He'd never hit a home run off that one. Strike! the umpire yelled. The crowd booed. Joe held up his hand. The crowd went silent. The pitcher wound up again. This time the throw was high and inside. Joe swung, but he was too late and too low. Strike! the umpire yelled again. This time, no one booed. The whole stadium was waiting. Joe nodded at Frank. Frank got ready to run for home plate. The pitcher threw the ball. It was perfect! Right down the middle of the plate. Joe took a big swing. CRAAACK! The sound of the bat hitting the ball was like thunder. Joe took off running. He didn't even look to see where the ball had gone. He knew he'd done it. It was the home run they needed. He had won the World Series! The crowd was screaming his name. Joe! Joe! Joe! He rounded first base. His teammates were jumping up and down. He looked over his shoulder. Frank had reached home plate. Joe made it to second base. Now the crowd was screaming even louder. Joe Hardy! You're going to be late! Joe shook his blond head of hair. The baseball diamond disappeared. He'd been daydreaming. He was sitting in the secret tree house that he and his older (by one year) brother, Frank, had helped their parents build. They were the only ones who knew about itexcept for their mom and dad. He'd come up here to get his baseball gear and change into his uniform. Below, his mother was yelling his name. I'm coming! called Joe. He picked up his backpack. Inside were his mitt, an extra uniform, and a snack. He climbed down the ladder to where Mrs. Hardy was waiting. I've been calling you for ten minutes, she said. She shook her head. Go inside and eat some breakfast. The big game is...

Autorentext
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
Right before the final game of the Little League season, the Bayport Bandits' lucky charm--Jason's mitt--goes missing! The team is devastated. Can Frank and Joe solve the case of the missing mitt before the Bandits lose the game?

Zusammenfassung
In The Missing Mitt, the boys must help their teammate find his lucky mitt before the last game, or their Little League season is doomed!

Leseprobe
The Missing Mitt

1

The Big Game

The bases are loaded! Two outs, the bottom of the ninth. The Bayport Bandits really need this one to win.” The announcer’s voice was loud.

“Joe Hardy is stepping up to the plate, lucky bat in hand. His brother, Frank, is on third base, itching for home.”

This was the most exciting World Series final anyone had ever seen. The crowd went wild. They were cheering and chanting, “Hardy! Hardy! Hardy!” Eight-year-old Joe took a few practice swings. There had to be ten thousand people in the stands. Or more! He’d always dreamed of playing in the World Series. And now the Bayport Bandits had finally made it.

“If Joe can hit a home run, the Bandits will win this game. Otherwise, the Johnston Jupiters will be taking home the Commissioner’s Trophy again.”

The Johnston Jupiters were the Bandits’ biggest rivals.

The crowd grew quiet as Joe got ready. He looked at his brother, crouched on third base. He gave Frank a thumbs-up. Frank was counting on him. The whole team was counting on him. Joe needed to hit this one out of the park.

The pitcher threw a curveball first. Joe let it fly by. It wasn’t the right one. He’d never hit a home run off that one.

“Strike!” the umpire yelled. The crowd booed. Joe held up his hand. The crowd went silent.

The pitcher wound up again. This time the throw was high and inside. Joe swung, but he was too late and too low.

“Strike!” the umpire yelled again. This time, no one booed. The whole stadium was waiting.

Joe nodded at Frank. Frank got ready to run for home plate.

The pitcher threw the ball. It was perfect! Right down the middle of the plate. Joe took a big swing.

CRAAACK!

The sound of the bat hitting the ball was like thunder. Joe took off running. He didn’t even look to see where the ball had gone. He knew he’d done it. It was the home run they needed. He had won the World Series!

The crowd was screaming his name.

“Joe! Joe! Joe!”

He rounded first base. His teammates were jumping up and down. He looked over his shoulder. Frank had reached home plate. Joe made it to second base. Now the crowd was screaming even louder.

“Joe Hardy! You’re going to be late!”

Joe shook his blond head of hair. The baseball diamond disappeared. He’d been daydreaming. He was sitting in the secret tree house that he and his older (by one year) brother, Frank, had helped their parents build. They were the only ones who knew about it—except for their mom and dad. He’d come up here to get his baseball gear and change into his uniform. Below, his mother was yelling his name.

“I’m coming!” called Joe. He picked up his backpack. Inside were his mitt, an extra uniform, and a snack. He climbed down the ladder to where Mrs. Hardy was waiting.

“I’ve been calling you for ten minutes,” she said. She shook her head. “Go inside and eat some breakfast. The big game is today, you know.”

As if he could forget! Today was the final game of the Little League season. The Bayport Bandits hadn’t lost a game yet. But the Johnston Jupiters hadn’t either. This was going to be the hardest game they’d ever played. Joe couldn’t wait!

Frank was at the kitchen table eating Rice Puffs, his favorite cereal. Spread out before him was a large piece of paper filled with names and numbers. Joe grabbed a bowl and sat down next to him.

“What’s that?&…