"I have to get downtown," thought Roxy.
"I need to figure out who robbed that armored truck!"
Roxy looked at the snack bar.
"I also need to buy my friends' snacks.
I'll do that when I get back."
Just then she saw a man buy the last pretzel.
"Oh no!" said Roxy. "Terrell wanted a pretzel.
Oh well. I have more important things to worry about right now!"
Soon Roxy was in downtown Metro City.
An armored truck was on the sidewalk.
It was lying on its side.
Detective Smith was talking to two guards.
He was writing in his small notebook.
"Hi, Detective!" called Roxy as she landed.
"Are you giving these guys a parking ticket?"
"Very funny," said the detective.
"I'm not writing a parking ticket.
I'm taking notes."
He looked at the two guards.
"What happened next?"
"Well," said the driver.
"We were on our way to the bank."
"Yep," said the other guard.
"Suddenly something grabbed the truck," said the driver.
"Then the truck crashed.
By the time we got out, all the money was gone!"
Roxy looked closely at the truck.
"That's weird," she said.
She pointed to a dent that went around the whole truck.
"It looks like something was wrapped around the truck, like a lasso."
The driver's eyes lit up.
"Maybe it was a lasso!
After we crashed, we heard someone yell 'Yee-ha!'"
He looked at the other guard. "Remember?"
"Yep," said the other guard.
"Yee-ha?" said Detective Smith.
"That's what cowboys say."
"It sure is," said the driver.
"We heard a horse too."
"Yep," said the other guard.
Roxy folded her arms.
"I just figured out who robbed this armored truck."
Detective Smith looked surprised. "You did?"
"Yes," said Roxy. "It was Stinky Bart!"
"Stinky Bart, the outlaw cowboy?" said the detective.
"That's right!" said Roxy.
"He's the only outlaw cowboy in Metro City."
Detective Smith rubbed his chin.
"You're right, Rocket Girl.
Stinky Bart must be the thief."
"And I'm sure he'll try to rob more armored trucks," said Roxy.
"We need to stop him."
"First we need to find him," said the detective.
Roxy nodded and stared at the busy street.
Lots of cars went by.
Big city buses went by.
And then an armored truck went by.
"I'll follow that armored truck," said Roxy.
"Sooner or later Stinky Bart will try to rob it.
And I'll be ready!"