Seven year old Bea Brown has irresponsible parents. Not the types who serve dinner late or even the kinds who don’t notice their offspring are wearing odd socks. Her parents are the foolish sorts who happily foist their daughter on a child-hating aunt for a week, just so they can go off on a cruise.
Luckily Bea is very sensible and knows her faithful dog Mr. Woof will look after her. (Her angry aunt hates dogs too of course). But even Bea is taken aback when she accidentally uncovers her artful aunt’s deep, dark secret. One night Bea and Mr. Woof are resting, bored, in the bare, dark attic room they have been consigned to, when they hear crackly old voices wafting up through the floorboards. Bea peers through a hole and spies a collection of elderly women, all wearing black and white stripy jumpers. They look like a group of grannies planning a knitting contest but strangely they’re discussing balaclavas and get away vans. One of them mentions money. Could it be possible that Bea Brown’s spiky tempered aunt is planning a bank heist? Seriously? At her age?
Bea, the only person in the universe to hear a group of elderly criminal masterminds thrashing out their next crime over tea and biscuits, is faced with a dilemma. What should she do? The police wouldn’t believe her, she’s sure of that. She confides in the nerd next door, Bruno, and together they form a detective agency and set out to solve the strangest crime in bank heist history. Events turn stranger still when Bea discovers an old manuscript in her attic bedroom. Surely this old tome couldn’t help stop the crime? Or could it…
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