It was two days before the Snow Queen Contest, and Old North Wind blew snow over the rooftops of Bigelowville. In the bungalow of the Great Detective Valentine, a search was underway. The detective had misplaced his hat, and when he found it, he carefully hung it on a nail in the wall. But in the morning it was gone. “Hufty McGufty! Stolen!” he concluded, but it was only the beginning. Mayor Bigelow reported that the Snow Queen crown had been stolen, and without it, there could be no contest. Valentine agreed–sort of–to take the case.