Free The Fashion Disaster by Carolyn Keene, Maeky Pamfntuan

CHAPTER ONE
Pampered Pup
    â€œIt’s like a real, live fashion show!” eight-year-old Nancy Drew said to her two best friends.
    Bess Marvin and George Fayne smiled and looked down at a pug dog on a leash. He was dressed in striped overalls and matching doggy booties.
    â€œExcept in this fashion show the models have four legs instead of two.” Bess giggled.
    It was Saturday, the day of the Cool Canines Fashion Show in River Heights Park. Mr. Drew had driven the girls to the park and agreed to meet them by the fashion show stage before showtime. Nancy was extra excited becauseher Labrador puppy, Chocolate Chip, was a model in the show.
    â€œIsn’t Chip totally stylin’ in her doggy denim outfit?” Nancy asked. “It’s from the Funky Fido Boutique.”
    George bent down to straighten Chip’s cap. “Chip looks totally fetching,” she said. “Fetch . . . dog . . . get it?”
    Bess rolled her blue eyes. “That’s the fifth dog joke today, George,” she said. “One more and I’ll start calling you Georgia!”
    â€œNo, thank you!” George said, tossing her dark curls. She hated being called by her real name.
    As the girls walked through the park, Nancy couldn’t believe her eyes. The park looked so festive! Colorful balloons fluttered from a long runway built just for the fashion show.
    â€œDo you think dogs like wearing clothes?” George asked. She was more into booting up computers than picking out new boots. But her cousin Bess was the total opposite.
    â€œWho doesn’t like new clothes?” Bess asked. She twirled to show off her yellow jeans and daisy print top. “Check out my new spring outfit.”
    â€œIt’s nice,” Nancy said. “But aren’t you afraid of getting dog hairs on it?”
    â€œDog hairs? I laugh at dog hairs!” Bess said. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a hairbrush. It was wrapped with tape, sticky side up.
    â€œWhat is that?” George asked.
    â€œIt’s my Hairy Fairy Wand!” Bess said. “I built it to pick up dog and cat hairs from clothes and furniture.”
    â€œSweet!” Nancy said. She was proud of her two friends. Bess could build or fix anything. George was a computer whiz and proud of it. All three of them were great at solving mysteries. They had even started their own detective club called the Clue Crew. But today wouldn’t be about cracking cases. It would be about walking on the runway!
    â€œLook!” George said. “There’s something you don’t see every day.”
    Nancy turned to see where George was pointing. A bright-pink trailer was parked under a tree. Written on the side in fancy silver letters was the name L OLA .
    â€œIsn’t Lola that poodle who models for cards and calendars?” Bess asked. “The one they call the Diva Dog?”
    â€œThat’s the one,” Nancy said. “I heard Lola’s the star of the fashion show today.”
    â€œThat’s superstar !” a voice piped up.
    Nancy’s reddish blond hair whipped in the air as she spun around. She saw two girls standing there, and sitting on the ground between them was Lola—the famous Diva Dog!
    The big white poodle was dressed in a pink chiffon skirt and cape fastened with a pearl collar. She also wore a sparkly tiara on her furry head.
    â€œIt’s Lola!” George exclaimed.
    â€œMay I pet her?” Nancy asked.
    â€œDon’t even think of it,” said one of the girls, who had wavy blond hair. “Lola just had a raw egg shampoo!”

    â€œAnd a manicure!” the other, red-haired girl said. “Don’t forget about the manicure, Maya.”
    â€œLike, duh, Nicki!” Maya groaned. “I’m theone who picked out her cotton-candy pink nail polish, remember?”
    Nancy glanced down at Lola’s paws. The poodle really was wearing pink nail polish!
    â€œLola is my