Detective brothers Frank and Joe investigate a stolen robot in the thirteenth book in the interactive Hardy Boys Clue Book series. Frank and Joe are excited to join Chet as he gets a preview of Robo Freeze, Bayport's newest sweet treat phenomenon. But Robo Freeze isn't just any ice cream shop—Sherbot the robot scoops and tops your cone to your exact specifications. But just before his big debut, Sherbot is bot-napped! Who'd want to sabotage Robo Freeze before their grand opening? Can the Hardy Boys track down the culprit and get back the robot, or will they be left with a melty mess? Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books. Santy Gutierrez resides in the seaside city of La Coruña, Spain. He has won acclaim as the Best Spanish Young Editorial Cartoonist and Best Galician Caricaturist, among others. Chapter 1: Automation Sensation AUTOMATION SENSATION “A robot that makes ice-cream cones?” eight-year-old Joe Hardy exclaimed. “This I’ve got to see!” “Seeing is believing,” Joe’s nine-year-old brother, Frank, said. “And so is tasting !” their best friend, Chet, declared. Frank, Joe, and Chet had lots to be excited about that spring Friday afternoon. They were on their way to Bayport’s newest ice-cream parlor—Robo Freeze! “It’s so cool that you won that ice-cream-eating contest at the mall, Chet,” Frank said. “Thanks to you, we’ll get a sneak peek at Robo Freeze before it opens tomorrow.” “A sneak peek plus a sneak lick !” Chet replied. “Sherbot makes ice-cream cones, remember?” “How could we forget?” Joe asked, grinning. Sherbot, the ice-cream-making robot, was the creation of the Andersons, a family of inventors living in Bayport. It had been their idea to open an ice-cream parlor on Bay Street where all cones were scooped by Sherbot! The three boys couldn’t wait to check out Robo Freeze before the grand opening. But as they neared the store, they saw a small group of kids gathered outside. Some of them were holding signs. “Don’t they know Robo Freeze doesn’t open until tomorrow?” asked Frank. “I don’t think they want Robo Freeze to open at all,” Joe said, pointing down the street. “Check out their signs!” As they neared the group, the brothers and Chet read some of the messages: ICE CREAM—NOT NICE CREAM! ROBO? OH NO! ROBOT = RUST BUCKET! “Definitely not Sherbot fans,” Frank stated. “They’re fans of Len and Barry ice cream,” Chet explained. “My sister, Iola, is president of the fan club.” “Len and Barry?” Joe asked. “You mean the guys who sell ice cream from a tie-dyed truck?” “You mean the best ice cream,” Iola said, approaching the boys. “Len and Barry invented the awesome flavor Bubble Gum Yum, you know.” “Bubble Gum Yum isn’t my favorite,” said Chet, shaking his head. “I mean, do you chew it or lick it?” Iola rolled her eyes as if to say, Seriously? Frank pointed at the sign Iola was holding, which read DEPROGRAM ALL ROBOTS! “I know you like Len and Barry’s ice cream, Iola, but what do you have against robots?” She turned to two other club members. “Mason, Gabriela, tell them.” “An ice-cream-making robot will take customers away from Len and Barry,” Mason explained. “Soon robots will replace everybody,” Gabriela said. “Even teachers.” “Robo teachers?” Joe joked. “Can they be programmed not to give homework?” “Very funny,” said Iola, but she didn’t laugh. “I thought you guys were detectives, not comedians.” Frank and Joe were detectives, who loved solving mysteries more than anything. The boys even had a notebook where they figured out the five Ws of each new case: Who , What , Where , When , and Why . Iola led the club in a chant to close down Robo Freeze. Their voices were soon drowned out by a jingly tune played by a truck pulling up to the curb—the Len and Barry ice-cream truck. Len leaned out of the truck’s window and shouted, “Peace out, kids! Ready for a far-out surprise?” Barry appeared at the window, holding a tray of tiny cups filled with ice-cream. “Sample the new flavor we whipped up just for you,” he said. “We named it Fan Club Grub!” “Omigosh! Fan Club Grub?” Iola said excitedly. “They named a flavor after us?” The club members tossed their signs in a pile on the sidewalk, then raced toward the Len and Barry ice-cream truck. “I wonder how it tastes,” said Frank. “I like all of Len and Barry’s flavors except one,” Joe said, shuddering. “Lickety-Split Licorice!” “Don’t tell that to Iola,” Chet warned. “The Len and Barry Fan Club loves every flavor the guys have ever made.” “That’s cool,” Joe said with a smile. “But you know what’s even cooler? Trying ice cream made by a robot !” The brothers and Chet approached the Robo Freeze entrance. The window shades were down and the door was locked. “Let’s try this,” Frank said, ringing the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door opened halfway. A boy poked his head out. Frank, Joe, and Chet recognized him as ten-year-old H