Yeah, so I found this in a pile of retreads passed around at work, and I had to look inside. No chance I'll finish it, but it's nice to know the Hardy Boys were still keepin' it real in 1980, holdin' it down for the 1950s, fo'reals. That language is straight thug: "Well I'll be a monkey's uncle!" "Jumpin' Jupiter!" It's all there. At my point of departure, the Boys are "jumped" on an under cover mission by a bunch of white-robe wearing cultists (the Spree?) who squirt them with ketchup and shaving cream as soon as they recognize the "famous sons of Fenton Hardy!" Frank and Joe? Well they do what any self-respecting Hardy would do. They kick the crap out of them in no uncertain terms. Never bring a squirt bottle to a fist fight. Damn them Hardy Boys is street.