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Authors: Madelyn Rosenberg

Nanny X

Nanny
X

Madelyn Rosenberg
illustrations by Karen Donnelly
Holiday House / New York

Text copyright © 2014 by Madelyn Rosenberg

Illustrations copyright © 2014 by Karen Donnelly

All Rights Reserved

HOLIDAY HOUSE is registered in the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office.

www.holidayhouse.com

ISBN 978-0-8234-3251-6 (ebook)w

ISBN 978-0-8234-3252-3 (ebook)r

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication data

Rosenberg, Madelyn, 1966–

Nanny X / by Madelyn Rosenberg. — First edition.

pages cm

Summary: Ten-year-old Alison and eight-year-old Jake discover that their nanny is working undercover to catch criminals.

ISBN 978-0-8234-3166-3 (hardcover : alk. paper) [1. Nannies—Fiction. 2. Brothers and sisters—Fiction. 3. Undercover operations—Fiction.]

I. Title.

PZ7.R71897Nan 2014

[Fic]—dc23

2013045487

For Andrew, Melanie and Jules

Acknowledgements

HQ:
Mary Cash and everyone at Holiday House

The Usual Suspects:
Anamaria Anderson, Tom Angleberger, Cece Bell, Mary Crockett, Marfé Ferguson Delano, Moira Rose Donohue, Marty Rhodes Figley, Anna Hebner, Carla Heymsfeld, Jacqueline Jules, Liz Macklin, Suzy McIntire, Laura Murray, Wendy Shang, Rachael Walker, the Deemers, the Lazorchaks, the Rosenbergs, the Striers, the Briers, the A-Team, the Girls and the Nuts.

The Unusual Suspects:
Kathryn Erskine, Laurel Snyder, Margie Myers-Culver, Jama Rattigan, Tamson Weston, Dana Cann, Jim Beane, Jim Mathews, Catherine Bell, Kathleen Wheaton, Carmelinda Blagg and Karen Donnelly.

Secret Agents:
Susan Cohen and Brianne Johnson.

Special Agents:
Graham and Karina Lazorchak, Cole Snavely and Ethan Burka.

Special Ops:
Butch Lazorchak and everyone who taste-tested the coconut smoothies and peanut butter and anchovy sandwiches.

Contents

1.
Alison:
Nanny X = Spooky

2.
Jake:
Nanny X Strikes Out

3.
Alison:
Nanny X Pitches

4.
Jake:
Nanny X Gets Weirder

5.
Alison:
Nanny X Asks the Questions

6.
Jake:
Nanny X Drops a Bomb

7.
Alison:
Nanny X Is a Certifiable Crazy Person

8.
Jake:
Nanny X Takes on City Hall

9.
Alison:
Nanny X Smells Something Rotten

10.
Jake:
Nanny X Goes Bananas

11.
Alison:
Nanny X Eavesdrops

12.
Jake:
Nanny X Hides Out

13.
Alison:
Nanny X Has a Plan

14.
Jake:
Nanny X Gets Taken for a Ride

15.
Alison:
Nanny X Is Missing

16.
Jake:
Nanny X Stays Cool

17.
Alison:
Nanny X Is a Bit Hung Up

18.
Jake:
Nanny X Springs Into Action

19.
Alison:
Nanny X's Bag of Tricks

20.
Jake:
Nanny X Lets Go of Her Hat

21.
Alison:
Nanny X Calls It a Day

How to Play Breakfast Cereal Baseball

Nanny X's Recipe for Peanut Butter and Anchovy Sandwiches

How to Stop Biting Your Nails

Big Adam's Recipe for Coconut Smoothies

1. Alison
Nanny X = Spooky

Someone pounded on our front door at 7:29
A.M
.

I didn't answer, even though it would have been the helpful thing to do. My brother, Jake, didn't answer, either, but not because he wasn't being helpful; he'd just invented a game called Breakfast Cereal Baseball and he had a batter up. My father didn't answer the door because he hadn't had enough coffee yet. Eliza didn't answer it because she's not even two, and Yeti didn't answer it because he's a dog. Also, my parents had locked him in my bedroom.

“Isn't somebody going to get that?” my mother called from upstairs. I didn't move. Jake flicked a Honey Berry Bomb across the table. It hit me in the neck.

“I didn't mean to,” he said before I could call him a doofus. “Guess that's an out.”

Thud. Thud. Thud
. The knocks came louder this time, like somebody shouting at us in Morse code. Then came the
sound of my mother clomping down the stairs. You could tell it had been a long time since she'd worn high heels.

We heard the front door open, then voices.

“Kids? Richard?” my mother called. She sounded chirpy, like when she told us how much fun it would be to clean the toilets.

“Ahm!” yelled Eliza as my dad lifted her up.

“Come on, team,” he said. “You have a date with destiny.” Jake popped one last Berry Bomb into his mouth as we followed my dad to the front door.

“Kids,” my mother said again. She sounded even chirpier, like she was going to lift up a sheet and reveal a shiny silver bicycle. Only she didn't have a sheet. And she didn't have a bicycle.

What she had was a woman with silver-gray hair, a straw gardening hat with pink flowers, and no smile. She wore a black motorcycle jacket and a pair of mirrored sunglasses. She smelled like a combination of chicken soup and motor oil, and it looked like she had borrowed her shoes from a Pilgrim.

“This is your new nanny!” my mother said. I could hear the
ta-da
in her voice, but I didn't feel like I'd won anything.

“Pleased to meet you,” Jake said, sticking out his hand like he was trying to win the “Most Polite Kid of the Year” award. The nanny shook it.

I clamped my lips together so the word “hello” could not get through them. The nanny stood back and studied us through her sunglasses, though with the reflection it was hard to tell where her eyes were really looking. All I could see was my own face, also not smiling, staring back at her.

“Yes,” she told my mother. “Yes, I think they'll do.”

Do?
I thought.
Do what?

“Allow me to introduce myself,” the nanny continued, getting down to business. “I am Nanny X.”

This time I did open my mouth. “That's weird,” I said.


Alison Pringle
,” said my mother.

“But X isn't even a
real name
!” I pointed out.

“It is my
chosen
name,” said Nanny X. She spoke fast, like someone was timing her. “My given name is long and boring, and I've always felt sorry for the letter X. There aren't enough words that begin with X.”

I had to admit she was right. Eliza has about a thousand alphabet books, and in every single one, X stands for xylophone.

“Not many names begin with Z, either,” said Jake. He is obsessed with initials.

Nanny X smiled for the first time. Her face didn't look half bad that way. “Ah, but your middle name begins with Z,” she said. “Zachary, am I right?” My mother must have told her a lot about us, if she knew Jake's middle name. My middle name is Theresa, but the nanny didn't mention it.

“I think I should stick with X,” the nanny said.

“Not many names begin with Y,” said Jake. I wondered if he was going to go through the whole alphabet.

“But you have a dog, do you not?” Nanny X turned toward my father, who was still holding Eliza. “Yeti? How are his fleas?”

“His fleas are much better, thank you,” my father said. He cleared his throat after he talked, instead of before.

Yeti whimpered from my bedroom. My parents had put him there so he wouldn't pounce on the nanny as soon as she came through the door.

“Well,” the nanny said. “I can stand here like a schlump or I can make your lunches. To the kitchen! Away!” She
snatched Eliza out of my father's arms and walked toward the kitchen like she owned the place. Her mirrored glasses were still perched on her nose. Then she paused and turned. “Please note, Alison, that your lunch today will not contain any bubble gum.”

I could feel my face go red, like the time I tripped getting off the school bus and landed in dog poop.
She knew!
Somehow Nanny X knew that I had secretly chewed gum in Ms. Bertram's class on Friday. She probably knew that I'd gotten caught and had to spend the rest of the day with gum on my nose. I hadn't told my parents about it, or even my little brother. And why did a nanny know about Yeti's fleas? Who mentions fleas during a nanny interview? Especially if you're trying to get the nanny to
take
the job? Maybe Nanny X could read minds.

My dad took another gulp of coffee and hurried off to his job at the Museum of Natural History. My mother went to grab her briefcase for her new job as a lawyer. I followed her.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked.

“She dresses funny,” I said.

“Of course she does; she's from New York.”

“And she's spooky,” I said.

“Spooky how?”

“Knowing about Yeti's fleas, and . . . other stuff.”

“Look, I know you're still angry, Alison, but this is okay, isn't it? Me going back to work? Of course the biggest change is for Eliza. You and Jake will be in school all day. Anyway, you'll like Nanny X. It's just for a few weeks, until we find a permanent nanny. But the agency said she was special.”

My mother was so busy getting ready for work, she didn't even notice that I didn't answer her. In the kitchen she gave the nanny a million last-minute instructions.
Then she kissed all of us (except Nanny X). “Wish me luck,” she said. We did, and she left for stupid old Mathers and Mathers, where she was going to work even though she was not a Mathers.

Nanny X was officially in charge.

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