In Princess Mix-up Mystery , Nancy Drew and her friends must uncover a stinky plot at the local princess makeover beauty parlor. Who switched out the delicious-smelling Strawberry Spritz spray for one that smells like rotten eggs and turns the girls’ hair blue? Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books. Macky Pamintuan was born and raised in the Philippines. He moved to San Francisco at age twenty-one and received his fine arts degree from the Academy of Art University. Nancy Drew and the Clue Crew CHAPTER ONE Once Upon a Guess “Can’t we run errands later, Nancy?” Bess Marvin asked, pointing to her daisy-shaped watch. “We’ll miss the opening of Prissy’s Princess Parlor!” “Prissy is a good name for that place,” George Fayne scoffed. “Who else but prissy girly-girls would go there?” Eight-year-old Nancy Drew smiled at her two best friends as they walked side by side down River Street. “Prissy is short for Priscilla, George,” she explained. “She and her sister, Wendy, own the Princess Parlor!” “Where else can girls like us can get our hair styled and topped off with a princess-pretty tiara?” Bess asked. “It’s a dream come true!” “You mean a nightmare,” George groaned. “I’ll bet even the computers in that place are pink.” “Is that all you can think about?” Bess asked. “Computers?” “When I’m not thinking about printers, scanners, and speakers!” George answered with a grin. Bess rolled her eyes. “Are you sure you’re my cousin?” She sighed. “Come on, you guys,” Nancy said, picking up her pace. “Errands first, fun later.” River Street was the busiest street in River Heights. Besides the usual stores Nancy saw tiny green buds on the trees that lined the street. Not only was it spring break, it was the first week of spring—and spring was Nancy’s favorite season! “First stop,” Nancy said as they turned toward a store in the middle of the block, The Mean Bean Health Store. Nancy, Bess, and George filed through the door of the Mean Bean. There to greet them was Kevin Garcia. Kevin was in the girls’ third grade class at River Heights Elementary School. Kevin’s parents owned the Mean Bean, but he acted like he owned it himself. “Welcome to the Mean Bean, Clue Crew!” Kevin declared. Nancy smiled at the mention of their detective club, the Clue Crew. Everyone at school knew that she, Bess, and George loved solving mysteries. And were good at it too! “What do you need?” Kevin asked, rubbing his hands together. “If it’s all-natural, we’ve got it.” “Hannah needs something stinky that will keep deer from nibbling her flower garden,” Nancy explained. “How about George’s sneakers?” Bess joked. “Ha, ha,” George said, not really laughing. Hannah Gruen had been the Drews’ housekeeper since Nancy was three years old. Not only was Hannah as sweet as her cupcakes—she was the next best thing to a mom! “Do you have the deer repellent?” Nancy asked. “I told you, we have everything!” Kevin boomed. “Um ? everything except natural stinky deer repellent.” Nancy frowned. She didn’t want to disappoint Hannah, but the Mean Bean was the only natural store in town. “It’s okay, Nancy, we’ll find something else,” Bess said. “Now we can go to Prissy’s Princess Parlor!” Kevin raced to the door as the girls left the store. “Did you say parlor?” he shouted after them. “We sell all-natural shampoo here! Organic nail polish! Even lipstick made out of pulverized soybeans!” Kevin’s voice trailed off as the girls headed down River Street. “Hannah will be so disappointed.” Nancy sighed. “But the deer—cartwheels!” George said, as they walked along. Prissy’s Princess Parlor wasn’t hard to find. It was the only store with a door decorated with purple and gold balloons. It was also the only store surrounded by reporters, photographers, and cheering girls. “Now,” Mayor Strong said, holding a pair of scissors. “Prissy’s Princess Parlor shall live happily ever after!” Prissy and Wendy Darling held opposite ends of a ribbon stretched in front of the door. Nancy noticed that the door was painted like a castle gate. “It’s just like a fairy tale,” Nancy breathed as the mayor ceremoniously snipped the ribbon in half. “If this is a fairy tale,” George said, “there’s the ogre!” “Ogre?” Nancy asked. She looked up to see where George was pointing. Standing at the window above the store was an angry-looking man. His mouth was a grim line as he scowled down at the cheering crowd. “That’s Marvin Dretzel the Human Pretzel,” “How do you know?” George asked. Bess explained. “He owns the Yay for Yoga studio upstairs.” “My mom takes a class there,” Bess said. “She says yoga helps her to relax.” Nancy watched as Marvin slammed down the window with a bang. He didn’t look very relaxed to her! “Okay, princesses,” Prissy shouted to the crowd. “Are you in it to win it?” More cheers, as both sisters undraped a thick white mattress on the sidewalk. “The princess who guesses how many