A new trilogy begins when ATAC calls Frank and Joe to go undercover at a private boarding school in New England, where frat-boy pranks are turning deadly.
MISSION: To investigate the shady goings-on at the exclusive private boarding school Willis Firth Academy.
LOCATION: The mountains of New England.
POTENTIAL VICTIMS: The brothers of Gamma Theta Theta, the most elite fraternity on campus, seem to be on the receiving end of all of Firth's biggest (and most dangerous) problems.
SUSPECTS: The members of the frat may seem like brothers to everyone else, but Gamma Theta Theta insiders know that within the ivy-covered walls the boys are definitely not one big happy family....
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-->Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular The Hardy Boys (All New) Undercover Brothers and The Hardy Boys Secret Files series.
-->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.
HARDY BOYS For the Birds I am so not a cat person. Okay, that''s not fair. Some cats I like. The cute, cuddly ones. The huge, snarling, striped ones? Not so much. I was starkly reminded of that fact as I faced down three enormous, snarling tigers. That''s right, tigers. As in, six-hundred-pound killing machines. I shot a look over my shoulder. The iron-barred door leading out of the tigers'' enclosure was slightly ajar. That was my escape route. I just hoped the tigers didn''t notice it. The last thing my brother Frank and I needed was to be responsible for three loose tigers terrorizing the Bayport Zoo. One of the tigers let out a low growl. That snapped my full attention back to them. "Good kitty kitties," I said in what I hoped was a soothing voice. "Quit kidding around, Joe," Frank hissed from beside me. He didn''t take his eyes off the largest of the three big cats. It was eyeing a chunk of raw meat lying between itself and us. The meat was thick and juicy, oozing with blood. "I''m not kidding around," I hissed back. "If we don''t get that meat before Tigger there decides to have a snack . . ." "I know. Our only solid piece of evidence goes bye-bye." Frank looked grim. "And those smugglers can keep right on pushing drugs into the hands of local schoolkids." Frank''s a sucker for innocent schoolkids. So am I, actually. That''s one of the reasons the two of us joined ATAC. You know--righting wrongs, fighting injustices, keeping illegal drugs out of the hands of schoolkids--that sort of thing. What''s ATAC? I''ll get to that in a minute. First, back to the tigers. "Try to distract them," I whispered to Frank. "Then I''ll run in and grab that meat." "Distract them?" Frank looked at me. "How? By acting like an even bigger, juicier steak? Anyway, if you make any sudden moves, Shere Khan there will pounce." "Who?" He rolled his eyes. "Hello? Jungle Book ? Ring any bells?" I decided to ignore that. It didn''t seem like the best moment to start discussing movies. "Go back outside and bang on the bars of the cage or something. See if you can get them away from the meat." Frank looked doubtful. But he did as I said. Sidling back to the exit, he jumped out. That left me alone with the tigers. Did you ever see a tiger up close and personal? If not, let me tell you: They''re huge. Really huge. "Easy, big guys," I singsonged. "Nothing to see here." I glanced at Frank. Then back at the largest tiger. He looked hungry. Outside the cage, Frank was doing his part. "Hey!" he called out, rapping on the metal bars with his keys. "Tony the Tiger! Over here!" Two of the tigers turned to look at him. But the big one kept right on staring at me. Only a twitch of its huge fuzzy ear showed that it had even heard Frank. Then it licked its chops. Nice. If life was a Bugs Bunny cartoon, I would''ve transformed into an eight-course meal. "Good puddy tat," I babbled. "Nice tiger. Those stripes look good on you, did anyone ever tell you that? Very, uh, slimming." The tiger narrowed its eyes. Maybe it didn''t want to be slim. "You''d better get out of there," Frank called, sounding nervous. "I don''t think this is going to--" CLANG! The rest of his comment was drowned out by the sound of the cage door slamming shut. "Hey!" I blurted out, jumping and spinning around. A skinny little guy with greasy hair grinned evilly from the other side of the door. "Time for lunch, boys," he sneered before turning and racing away. "Go after him!" I yelled to Frank. He was already grabbing at the door to the cage. But it was no use. When Frank shook it, it didn''t budge. The lock had latched automatically when that smuggler slammed it shut. "But you--," he began. "GO!" I shouted. Frank hesitated only for a second. Then he raced after Greasy Hair. I guess the bad guy hadn''t gotten very far, because a moment later I heard an "Oof!" and then a bunch of cursing. But I wasn''t focused on that. The big tiger had just taken a step closer. "Easy, big guy," I said. I have a pretty cool head in most situations. I can handle just about anything a bad guy can throw at me. But tigers? This was a whole new deal. And I didn''t like it. "Rajah! No!" a female voice cried from somewhere at the back of the enclosure. That finally got the tiger''s attention off me. It pricked its ears, and its head swiveled toward the voice. The other two tigers looked that way too. I followed their gaze. A girl was standing in an open doorway at the back of the enclosure. Even in my current state of near panic, I couldn''t help but notice how pretty she was. The tigers must have liked the looks of her too. Or maybe they just thought she was bringing more food. They all turned away from me and walked toward her. I darted forward and grabbed that chunk of meat. It was cool and moist and heavier than I expected. It slimed through my hands and almost slid out of my grip, so I hugged it to my chest. Gross. Now I was moist and slimy. But I didn''t stop to worry about that. I ran for that back door, pushing past Zookeeper Babe. "Are you okay?" she demanded. "And where''s your brother? He''s not still in there, is he? Oh God . . ." Okay, that was a little annoying. I mean, sure, I was grateful that she''d just pretty much saved my life and all. But why did cute girls always go for Mr. Tall Dork and Handsome? "Frank''s fine," I said, adjusting my grip on the slippery meat. "Now help me wrap up this steak. The cops are going to want to test the residue inside it right away." "I hope Mom and Aunt Trudy don''t notice that you''re coming home wearing a different shirt than you left with," Frank fretted as we parked our motorcycles in the driveway. I glanced down at myself. I''d tossed the shirt that got slimed by that raw meat back at the zoo. This new one was from the gift shop. I''d had to turn it inside out to hide the embroidered panda cub on the pocket. "Chill," I advised Frank. "It''s not like they wouldn''t have noticed if I came home with my shirt coated in blood." He still looked anxious. That was typical. Frank''s always looking for the worst-case scenario. Me? I prefer not to worry until I have to. "Anyway," I went on, "I''m glad we finally nabbed those drug smugglers. That was a tough case. Let''s hope ATAC gives us a little time off as a reward. I''m ready to relax for a while." That brings us back to ATAC. The name stands for American Teens Against Crime. It''s an undercover crime-fighting group started by our dad, Fenton Hardy, and staffed by teen agents. Why teens? Simple. We can go certain places and do certain things that adult agents can''t pull off. For instance, we were able to pose as high school interns at the zoo and figure out how the drug runners were slipping their merchandise past the cops. Other assignments might send us somewhere like a rock concert or a skateboard park. Basically, anywhere teens would hang out and adults would stand out. It''s pretty much the coolest job in the world. Nobody was around when we let ourselves into the house. That gave me a chance to sneak upstairs and change my shirt. Better safe than sorry. Good thing. Because as soon as we flopped on the couch in the den to start relaxing, Aunt Trudy found us. And she had that look in her eye. Aunt Trudy is Dad''s sister who lives with us. She never got married or had kids, so I guess Frank and I became her substitute kids. She loves to boss us around. "Where have you two been all day?" she snapped, looking us up and down. Whew! No way that panda shirt would''ve passed without notice. Not even turned inside out. Frank and I traded a look. We weren''t about to tell her we''d been tussling with tigers at the zoo. But she hates when we just say "around" or something like that. Luckily, our ATAC training has taught us how to think on our feet. "We were at the library," Frank said. "School project." She looked unimpressed. "I see. Well, I have a project for you, and you''d better snap to it. That clever bird of yours needs his cages cleaned." I winced and glanced at the big wire cage in one corner of the den. "That clever bird" was our parrot, Playback. We sort of inherited him during one of our earlier ATAC cases. Now he was part of the family. He had two cages--that regular-sized one in the den and a huge one in the backyard, where he got to hang out when the weather was nice. "Wimps!" he squawked at us. For some reason, that''s one of his favorite words. "Can''t it wait until tomorrow?" I asked, trying not to whine. Aunt Trudy really hates it when we whine. "We were working really hard at the, uh, library all day." She crossed her arms over her chest. Uh-oh. That usually meant trouble. "I think not," she said tartly. "Even your father has noticed the mess. He was just grumblin
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