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The furious ruckus of the pink filly was making quite the stir. Just Desserts, on his way out of the school, could not help but be curious as to what the trouble was. Cautiously, he moved in closer, as this was obviously not a dame to be trifled with, and he was weary of getting caught in one of her kicks.

"Woah there, lil' lady. That dandelion never did anything to hurt you. What seems to be the problem that you gotta take it out on that?"

A sassy response was going to get sass right back. "Well if that was the case, you'd be mighty sorry after kicking it if you got a rash. " He was half playful in tone. Once he heard her case though, he turned quite serious.

"There's been a theft? Well now that I can understand. You should have just said so." The colt made a slight bending swoop, and introduced himself. "Just Desserts, mystery solver, at your service. I'll bring that ne'er do well to justice! " He then gestured toward the closet bench, "Step into my office and recount your tale. You say it was measuring cups stolen, was there something special about them? And where did you last leave your bag?"

'Indeed! A hard earned object is certainly valuable, if you had to spend your money on it," Just Desserts smiled back at the filly, glad to be of service and thinking she seemed much more approachable when she wasn't destroying things. He waived his hooves at the mention of a payment, "No need for that yet, no gold, I'll do this pro bono, but I definitely won't turn you down for a meal." Just like his own momma, Just Desserts had a sweet tooth and would never say no to free meal.

Turning to see where she has pointed, Just Desserts saw the bag and papers tossed about. "You didn't leave it like that though, did you?" Walking over to investigate he stooped close to the ground to look for clues. " Or when looking for clues, did you ransack this rucksack?"

Could the thief have returned in the time they had been talking? It was possible, though it seemed unlikely. "I do remember seeing anyone sulking about, had you? But it does seems like someone has rifled through these things." Gently, JD took turned the apple, as it was the last objection she said she hadn't moved; if they were lucky, maybe there would be prints.

The apple rolled over and revealed the smallest of scratch marks, and what almost looked like a small bite mark.. or was it a dent? "Ah ha! Someone has definitely touched this apply recently, it looks like a chunk is missing. Do you have any enemies that might hate apples too?"

Next, he took a nearby stick and shuffled the papers around, lifting them gently but trying not to disturb the evidence. There was something underneath one. Just Desserts moved lifted the paper and exposed what looked like the empty shell of a nut. "I think this thief might be a little nutty. Sound like someone you know?"

The more he looked at the clues and listened to her speak, things were starting to click in. If there were no sworn enemies, and no obvious culprits, the remaining options, although ludicrous, we likely. "Perhaps, our culprit isn't a who, but at what! You're right, no phonies of sound mind would waste food like this; taking just a tiny bite. If there's no one who you think would have stolen the cups, then this is a random act."

Just Desserts stood up, and began to search a wider area. He was reciting the clues back and forth, trying to make any logical sense of it. "The culprit came back while you distracted, we didn't see anyone, a snacker with a nut predilection and not that into apples..." As he looked, he caught sight of the fainest imprint in the ground, so small it was too easy to miss when originally looking. " Here! A foot print, and ..." his orange eyes looked away, "we have a trail. Let's go!"

Quickly, he was off, carefully following the path of little prints until it led up to aa grassy area where a large tree stood; the prints vanished there.

JD smirked at the compliment, his ego inflating a little bit. "Oh thank you, nothing a little training up can't teach though."

As the pair stood by the tree, Just Desserts stared up at it, wondering how they were going to tackle an obstacle like that. Where in the tree could it their devious little thief even be hiding something like measuring cups? "I dunno if a bird would leave a trail, unless it's some kind of hopping bird, like a chicken. " JD was well aware of chickens being more of a land bird, he knew one or two even who were prone to taking a thing or too; both his parents kept chickens. But a chicken they'd probably have seen by now.

He shook his head, "no, my money is on something fuzzier than a bird." The bab circled the tree, looking for any kind of hiding place. Then he say it, a large knot in the tree with a gaping hole. He tried to reach, but it was just too far out of the way. "I think I might've found our thief's den, come on, I'll give you a boost and you can check it out."

JD knelt down, so that he was sturdy enough to act as stool for his client to stand on.

Beaming with pride of job well down, Just Desserts was ahead of the game when he began to congratulate themselves. "Excellent! A little sleuthing is all-" he cut himself short at the outburst of the union, was something the matter?

Taking an opportunity to investigate , he turned his attention the cups. A squirrel?! The colt couldn't help but giggle a little bit. "Your arch enemy is a tiny squirrel wanting a bed."