Roxy called to her friends.
They were farther up the trail.
"I'll be back in a minute!
I still can't find my water bottle!"
"Wait!" Terrell called back. "We can help—"
Before Terrell could finish, Roxy ran off.
A moment later she shot through the sky.
"Whoa!" Mara cried. "Rocket Girl!"
Terrell shook his head.
"Roxy is never around when we see Rocket Girl."
Roxy arrived at True Savings Bank.
Police cars were parked in front.
Inside, Detective Smith was standing behind the counter.
"Hello, sir," Roxy said.
"I'd like to open a bank account."
Detective Smith frowned.
"Very funny, Rocket Girl.
But we have a crime to solve.
This bank was robbed."
"I know," Roxy said. "Do you know who the robber is?"
Detective Smith shook his head.
"I just got here a moment ago.
I'm looking for clues."
"It wasn't just one robber."
A security guard stomped over.
"There was a whole group of them.
They were horrible—dirty and smelly and mean!"
Detective Smith took his small notebook from his pocket.
"Can you describe what they looked like?"
The security guard nodded.
"The boss wore a large hat and has a hook for a hand.
A parrot was sitting on her shoulder.
It kept saying 'Yo-ho-ho!'"
Detective Smith raised an eyebrow. "Yo-ho-ho?"
"That's right," the security guard said. "Yo-ho-ho."
"What did the other robbers look like?" Roxy asked.
The security guard rubbed his chin.
"There were three other robbers.
One had a long beard and an eye patch.
The other two wore bandannas.
One guy had a wooden leg."
"It sounds like they're pirates!" Roxy said.
Detective Smith scratched his head.
"There aren't any pirates in Metro City.
They must be from out of town."
"We have to stop them before they rob another bank," Roxy said.
Just then Detective Smith's phone beeped.
"Hello? Oh no! Okay, we'll hurry over there right now!"
"What's going on?" Roxy asked.
"Are the pirates robbing another bank?"
"Nope," Detective Smith said.
"They're eating lunch."
"Huh?" Roxy was confused.
"The pirates are at The Wharf.
That's the city's fanciest seafood restaurant," Detective Smith said.
"The owner said they're causing lots of trouble.
They are making a mess, breaking things, and scaring the other customers."
Roxy folded her arms. "We have to catch them!"
Detective Smith put away his phone.
"Okay, Rocket Girl. Let's—Rocket Girl?"