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// Detective Pinkie Pie 
// Story: My Little Inktober Stories 
// by SparkleForever 
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Everything was finally falling into place. She hummed, then pinned and rearranged her clues. A ball of yarn emerged from the endless depths of her mane and she began to connect the evidence. Detective Pinkie Pie stood back from the cork board, eyeing her hoofwork.

“I’ve got ya now.” Pinkie murmured.

The first clue was a mysterious letter signed off by a “C.S.,” wishing her the best of luck on her party pony career.

The second was the torn edge of a sticky note that read, “List for th--”and “Ball--” Very suspicious.

The third tipped her off to the conspiracy, a card that listed a place and time but no note. This time signed, “Sandwich.”

The next clues were polaroids of the scene of the crime. She had gone prepared, camera in hoof. When she arrived, a single slice of cheese greeted her at the door. Then in the pool, she caught sight of a rubber chicken. A shadow passed by just as she turned. She gave chase, but before she could apprehend the suspect, ponies jumped out and blocked her path.

He was clever, veeeery clever. The cake was a perfect distraction to get away.

But he wouldn’t get away for long. The evidence all pointed to one individual. She had scoured the town for him afterwards. A ticket stub told her where he was going. There was still time.

She had her pony.

……… 

The case took her train hopping all the way to Baltimare. The last one was a close call. She nearly missed grabbing a hold of the caboose railing, yet she still made it. She closed the door behind her quietly with a sigh. A quick glance at the ticket stub in her hoof eased her worries. 

This was it.

Her hooves clip clopped on the wooden floor, barely audible above the chugging of the train. A shiny number 10 caught her eye. She turned sharply, sliding open the cabin door and revealing none other than…!

“Cheese Sandwich,” Pinkie tipped her fedora then smirked, leveraging a water gun at him. “Gotcha.”

“P-Pinkie?!” He stuttered, dropping the newspaper he’d been reading.

“Thoughtcha could get away with it, didya? Well let me tell you something, buster. NOPONY throws a surprise party for Pinkie and leaves without saying goodbye!”

Cheese Sandwich gulped, suddenly afraid of what he had gotten himself into.