Ann Martin - Stacey And The Mystery At The Mall

"Well, I made my first big sale today," said Mary Anne. 'Twenty pounds of dog biscuits to a lady who owns a Saint Bernard."

Then it was my turn to report on that day's work. "My day wasn't so great," I said. "You know all that stuff we heard about shoplifting? Well, it happened to me today. I was right there, too, working at the cash register. Some sing-along cassettes disappeared from practically right under my nose."

"Oh," said Claudia. "That’s awful. Was your boss mad?"

"No, she was really nice about it. But still, I feel responsible. I just wish there was something I could do about it."

'I'll look into it," said Kristy importantly. "Security has cameras in every store, you know. I'll make sure my boss reviews today's tapes from Toy Town extra carefully."

"Thanks," I replied. But I didn't hold out much hope that the shoplifters would be caught that way. They had done their job well, and it was my guess that they knew all about the cameras and how to avoid them.

"Speaking of cameras," said Mal, "I wish we'd had one at story hour today. I thought I saw something weird happen, but now I'm

not so sure." She told us about the blonde boy and girl, and said that at one point during Tikki Tikki Tembo she thought she saw the boy pick up and gobble down a pack of cookies that belonged to a little girl sitting nearby. It wasn't a big deal and the girl didn't make a fuss, so Mal thought maybe she'd been mistaken. Still, it bothered her.

"Ooh," said Kristy, grinning. "Crime wave at story hour. What will it be next? Crayon snatching? Puppet kidnapping?"

We cracked up, and I forgot about the bad parts of the day as we talked and laughed for the rest of the ride home.

Chapter 6.

"So, I talked to my boss some more about the videotapes from Toy Town — " Kristy stopped in mid-sentence and whirled around in her seat. "Alan Gray, you cut that out," she yelled. "Spitballs are disgusting and juvenile. You are so immature." Then she raised her hand to her cheek, where another spitball had just landed. "Alan," she said. "We're trying to have a serious discussion here!"

It was Monday, and my friends and I were on the bus together, heading to the mall to start our second week of work. I was looking forward to my day at Toy Town, although I was having a hard time forgetting about those cassettes that had disappeared. I had even talked to my mom about it. She told me that there's shoplifting at every store, including Bellairs, and that I shouldn't feel guilty that it had happened to me. But I did anyway. April hadn't seemed too upset (I guess she was used

to it), but it sure bothered me. "So what did she say?" I asked Kristy. She had told us at Friday's BSC meeting that her boss, Ms. Garcia, had planned to review the tapes, but that was the last I had heard.

"Well, she called me on Saturday," said Kristy. "And it turns out that there were some people doing suspicious-looking things on the tape. Teenagers — older ones. I guess security has been watching them for a while: they think a gang of kids is responsible for a lot of the shoplifting that’s been going on recently."

"Wow!" I said. "A gang? That sounds major."

"Do they have guns and stuff?" asked Mary Anne, looking scared.

"I don't think it’s a gang gang," said Kristy. "It’s just a group of kids out for kicks. But Ms. Garcia is taking them seriously."

"Good," said Claudia. "They shouldn't be allowed to get away with what they're doing. My boss said shoplifting costs him thousands of dollars a year! He said his prices would be a lot lower if he didn't have to make up for what he loses when people shoplift."

"That’s what my boss said, too," said Logan.

The bus pulled up at the mall entrance, and we all hopped out. As she passed Alan Gray, Kristy stuck her tongue out and made a face.

"Very mature," I whispered to her. She giggled.

"Have fun, everybody!" she said, as she headed for the security office.

Claud and I walked together until we reached Toy Town. We glanced into store windows as we went by them, checking out new displays of shoes and dresses. "One of these days we're going to have to stay a little late and do some serious shopping," said Gaud, eyeing a white lace baby-doll dress. "I'll ask my dad if he can pick us up one day next week."

"Great," I said. "I could use a new pair of shoes." I had hardly thought about shopping, even though I had been spending so much time in the mall. Being there as an employee was very different. Somehow the stores didn't seem to have the same magic, now that I knew what it was like behind the scenes. April had explained a little more about pricing to me, and she'd told me how displays can be used to "move" merchandise that might otherwise sit on the shelves. Still, even though the magic wasn't there anymore, shopping with Claudia was always fun. And knowing more about how stores worked would only make me a better shopper. I gazed at a pair of black lace-up boots and wondered how they would look

with this old-fashioned floral-print dress my mother had given me.

"Hey, we're going to be late," said Claud, pulling on my arm.

I checked my watch. "You're right!" I cried. "I better run. See you!" I took off for Toy Town, and arrived a little out of breath.

"Tay-see!" said Sandy, when he saw me walk in the door. He ran to me, grinning. Sandy had turned out to be pretty friendly, and he seemed to like me a lot, maybe because April kept asking me to play with him whenever he started to get cranky and bored. "See my doggie?" Sandy asked, holding up a black-and-white stuffed puppy. "Ruff, ruff," he said, giggling as he made the dog jump up and down.

"You can show Stacey your doggie later, honey," said April, stepping out from behind the cash register. "Right now, Stacey and I need to have a little talk, so I want you to sit quietly for a few minutes, okay?"

Sandy nodded, and April settled him into a corner with his dog and a little blanket made out of a towel. "You tuck your doggie in, and tell him a bedtime story," she said.

Then she turned to me. I was just standing there, shifting my weight from side to side and feeling extremely nervous. What did she

want to talk to me about? Was she going to tell me I couldn't work at Toy Town anymore? Had she decided that it was my fault, after all, that those cassettes had disappeared?

"I need to talk to you about shoplifting," said April. "Why don't we sit down for a few minutes?" She gestured toward a pair of kid-sized chairs standing next to the train-set table.

A knot had formed in my stomach, and as I walked toward the chair I felt it growing. "I'm really sorry about what happened on Wednesday," I said as soon as we sat down. "I'll pay you back for the cassettes, if you want."

"Oh, Stacey," said April, reaching out to touch my arm. "That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. That wasn't your fault at all!" She smiled at me. "You're a wonderful worker, and I trust you completely."

"Thanks," I said, relieved.

"I just wanted to go over some procedures with you. Security came around and talked to all the store owners last Friday. They're concerned about the major increase in shoplifting lately, and they want us to be on the lookout. Also, they asked us to talk to our staffs about what to do if they see someone stealing something." She held up her hand and started to count off on her fingers. "First of all," she said,

"keep your eyes peeled for people who linger in the store without buying anything. People who are carrying big bags or wearing oversized coats or jackets are suspicious, too. Watch them if they make a move toward merchandise. But if you see somebody take something, don't go after the person yourself, whatever you do. That could be dangerous. Next, don't panic. And don't make it obvious that you saw them. Instead, you should press our security button, which will alert security to a problem at Toy Town, and they'll get here as fast as they can."