Roxy pulled Terrell aside.
"Someone robbed a doll show," she whispered.
"I'll be back soon!"
"Good luck," Terrell said.
"I'll tell Jack and Mara you had to run home for a minute."
Roxy arrived at Metro City Convention Center.
Detective Smith was talking to some people.
He held a tiny coat.
Roxy grinned. "That coat is too small for you, Detective."
Detective Smith frowned.
"Ha-ha, Rocket Girl. This coat belongs to a doll."
"A very special doll," a man said.
He wore a bright green suit.
"I spent a lot of money on it. It's from Europe."
"My dolls are more than a hundred years old," a woman said, wiping a tear from her eye.
"And now they're gone!"
"My dolls are gone too!" another person said.
Detective Smith took out his notebook.
"Did anyone see the thief?"
The man in the green suit sniffed.
"No. We were eating lunch in another room."
The woman nodded. "I heard a loud crash, like glass being smashed.
We ran in here, and . . ." She started to cry.
The man patted her shoulder.
"It's okay, Betty. Rocket Girl will save our dolls."
He looked at Roxy. "Right?"
"I'll do my best." Roxy couldn't believe how much these people liked their dolls!
"I heard the thief," another woman said.
"I was near the exit during the robbery.
I heard someone say, 'I am bad, bad, bad!'"
Detective Smith scratched his head.
"I might know who the thief is.
A performer named Chuck was at my nephew's birthday party.
He had a large doll and was terrible.
He said the same thing: 'I am bad, bad, bad.'"
"If Chuck was terrible," Roxy said, "maybe he became a thief instead."
"I have his business card."
Detective Smith pulled the card from his pocket and looked at it.
"He lives just around the corner. Let's go."
Roxy and Detective Smith arrived at Chuck's apartment.
The door was open, so they went in.
"Chuck?" Detective Smith called.
They heard a muffled voice.
Roxy rushed to the closet and opened it.
A man was tied up!
Detective Smith quickly untied him.
"Thank you!" Chuck said.
"I'm so glad you're here.
He's evil and out of control!"
"Huh?" Roxy scratched her head.
"We're here because we thought you robbed the doll show."
Chuck shook his head.
"I wouldn't do that. It was him!"
"Who?" Detective Smith asked.
"Who do you think?" Chuck said.
"My doll Chuckles!"