Terrell gasped. "Roxy?"
Roxy gulped. Terrell knew her secret!
She took a deep breath.
"Um, hi, Terrell."
Terrell's eyes were wide.
"I knew it, Roxy! I knew you were Rocket Girl!"
"Yes," Roxy said slowly.
"But listen, you can't tell anyone, okay?
Only two other people know—Principal Penn and Mayor Bloom."
Terrell placed his hand over his heart.
"I promise to keep it a secret."
He looked around. "What happened here?"
Roxy frowned. "I was talking to Mayor Bloom.
Suddenly something sucked away all the kids and teachers.
But I don't know what it was."
"Why were you talking to Mayor Bloom?" Terrell asked.
"Something odd happened at Metro City Prison," Roxy said.
"I can't tell you about that right now.
I have to get there right away."
"Okay," Terrell said.
"Maybe I can stay here and look for clues or something."
Roxy nodded.
"Good idea. If you need me, call me on my watch."
Roxy gave Terrell the special number for Rocket Girl.
He put it into his phone.
Roxy arrived at Metro City Prison.
She saw a big hole in the side of the building.
She flew through it and into the prison.
Detective Smith jumped. "Rocket Girl! You startled me!"
"Sorry, Detective," Roxy said.
"I'm in a rush.
This hole isn't the only thing that happened this morning."
"What else happened?" Detective Smith asked.
Roxy told him about the event at school.
He rubbed his chin.
"Hmm . . . Two very weird events."
"Do you think they are connected?" Roxy asked.
The detective sighed. "I have no idea."
"Me neither," Roxy said.
Suddenly Mrs. Wiggles sat up in bed.
"I hate bedtime!"
Roxy rolled her eyes.
"It's morning, Mrs. Wiggles. It's not bedtime."
Roxy looked around.
"Mayor Bloom said all the prisoners are still here."
Detective Smith nodded.
"The guards have counted the prisoners several times. Nobody is missing."
Roxy shook her head.
"Then who made this hole? And why?"
Roxy looked more closely at the hole.
"The surface inside the hole is perfectly smooth."
Detective Smith nodded.
"There aren't any chips or broken bits of wall.
It's very odd."
"I hate bedtime!" Mrs. Wiggles said again.
Roxy turned around. "It's not—"
"I hate bedtime!
I hate bedtime!"
A tiny puff of smoke drifted from Mrs. Wiggles' ear.
"That's strange," Roxy thought.
Using her x-ray vision, she looked at Mrs. Wiggles.
Inside the villain, Roxy saw gears and springs.
Roxy gasped. "That's not Mrs. Wiggles! It's a robot!"