Hardy Boysby KPB ’10–’12

“Look out!” shouted Joe Hardy as a bomb headed for a woman’s purse.

“Phew, that was close,” said his brother Frank as it missed. Together they were the Hardy Boys©.

“It doesn’t look like that souped-up motorboat is supposed to be in the water,” said Joe, manning the mast of their schooner the S.S. Sleuth as Frank pulled out a megaphone. “Stop, dead to rights!” he yelled. “Citizen’s arrest!”

That’s when the shady figures on the motorboat started yelling in a suspicious foreign language. Joe deduced that it was probably Spanish on account of the recent problems Bayport was having with illegals.

All of a sudden, the motorboat stopped—dead to rights.

“Knuckleheads,” cursed Frank.

“Yeah, what are you trying to do, wreck down here or something?” shouted Joe. “Shoot!”

Frank jotted down some clues on his detective pad—like how the leaves were changing with the season. “The boat is named MS-13,” he gleaned.

“Probably for the thirteen knuckleheads on board,” Joe joked.

Frank chuckled. “You know, I have a hunch that the school’s missing football pennant just might be onboard with those characters.”

“Yeah!” said Joe, handing his brother a flashlight and a wink. “Let’s put these boys away. I hear Peggy Sue is having a necking party tonight.”