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The Chicken Squad is back for their second (mis)adventure, and this time they’re solving the mystery of a kidnapped…HOUSE? A hilarious chapter book from the bestselling author of Click, Clack, Moo and The Trouble with Chickens. Dirt, Sugar, Sweetie, and Poppy are the four members of The Chicken Squad, and business is booming.

Franny K. Stein isn't a fan of glamour. She doesn't style her hair, the thought of wearing makeup makes her want to gag, and she couldn't care less about wearing dressy dresses when she'd much prefer her lab coat. But sometimes Franny wonders if her mom wishes she were different. Which gives Franny an idea...for an experiment! What if she can turn the beauty products her mom loves into something more exciting? Every experiment has its experimental error, and when Franny's hair takes on a life of its own, Franny must save the day (and her hair).

Dirt, Sugar, Sweetie, and Poppy are the four members of The Chicken Squad, and business is booming. A weird blue bird has just flown into Chicken Squad headquarters squawking on about a house-napper (yes, house-napper), and it is once again up to the squad to uncover who is up to no good. But there is something nuts about this story that the squad can’t quite put their feather on.

The Chicken Squad is back for their fourth (mis)adventure, and this time they're facing their darkest mystery yet: shadows!

It's Ginger's birthday, and she has to invite all the girls in her class to her party, including Lyla Browning. Lyla isn't like the other girls: she smells like old leaves, doesn't talk much, and once brought a tarantula to school for show-and-tell. On the day of the party, Lyla is much earlier than everyone else. But even after the others arrive, Ginger's party doesn't go quite the way she'd hoped: Some of the girls change the rules to the games, and no one likes her silver and gold birthday cake - except Lyla.

Meet Minerva, a doggie who's been very naughty today, as her parents would say. She ripped all the stuffing out of dad's comfiest chair, she peeled off wallpaper, she knocked over the milk, and she even poked her poor brother. But despite all her mischief, no one is paying any attention to her. What does a cute little Boston terrier like Minerva have to do to get noticed?