Rachel bit her lip. “Well, we can’t just say, ‘Excuse me, Mrs. Twist, we think there might be a goblin in your stockroom,’ either.”

CRASH! Both girls jumped as they heard a loud noise from the other side of the door.

“Oh, no! It sounds like the goblin’s making a mess in there,” Rachel whispered.

Before Kirsty could reply, she heard Mrs. Twist saying, “This is no good. I can’t give people this candy. I’ll have to get new candy from the stockroom.”

“No!” Kirsty cried immediately. She couldn’t let Mrs. Twist go in there—not with a sneaky goblin on the loose! “I mean, um …” she searched for words, as Mrs. Twist looked at her in surprise. “You shouldn’t leave the shop, Mrs. Twist. Rachel and I will get the candy for you.”

Mrs. Twist smiled. “Thank you, dear,” she said gratefully. “Bring out anything that looks good to you.”

Kirsty nodded and carefully pushed open the stockroom door. As both girls peeked into the room, they gasped in horror. Bottles and jars had been knocked over, and there was candy scattered all across the floor. But, worst of all, there was a tiny fairy struggling to hold on to her magic party bag, and there was a grinning goblin who was fighting to tug it out of her hands!

“It’s Honey the Candy Fairy!” cried Kirsty. “And she’s in trouble!”

Goblin Trouble

At once, Kirsty and Rachel slipped inside the stockroom and shut the door behind them.

Honey was wearing a pale yellow dress and lemon-drop-yellow shoes. Her golden-brown ponytail swung back and forth as she tried to save her party bag. “Oh, girls, please help me!” she cried as she saw the friends.

“Of course we will,” Rachel called back fiercely. Her gaze fell on a large jar of candy. “Jawbreakers!” she exclaimed, unscrewing the lid. “Over here, Kirsty.” Both girls took handfuls of the jawbreakers and began pelting the goblin with the hard, round candy.

“Ouch!” yelled the goblin, as a jawbreaker bounced off his long nose. He threw up his arms to protect his face—and let go of the party bag. But he released it so suddenly that Honey shot backward into one of the shelves. The wind was knocked out of her, and she dropped her precious party bag!

“Oh, no!” Honey gasped as shimmering golden fairy dust tumbled out of the bag in a shower of sparkles. The girls and Honey rushed to scoop up the magic dust that was shaped like tiny hard candies, but the goblin was already there, grabbing big glittering handfuls.

“Just what Jack Frost wanted,” he gloated, stuffing it into his pockets. “Now that I’ve got this fairy dust, his party will be better than ever!”