✍ Scribed by Lavie Tidhar
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Charlie and the Chocolate Factory meets Bugsy Malone for 9+ readers. In a city where all chocolate and sweets have been banned, Nelle Faulkner is a 12-year-old private detective looking for her next case. So when candy gangster Eddie de Menthe walks into her office (her dad's garden shed) and asks her to find a missing teddy bear, the chase is on.
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