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This story is a sequel to Revolution in Blue!


An act of villainy has left Crystal Prep Academy in utter chaos! As one of the few pleasures of their school is taken away from them the students seem to finally snap under the pressure of their hard education. When Dean Cadence fails to bring peace and order back to the noble elite school, Sour Sweet takes it into her hands to solve this mystery and bring down justice on the culprits. With the help of her fellow Watsons Shadowbolts, will the self-proclaimed Sherlock Holmes be able to solve this mysterious crime? Or is her ingenious mind actually just full of hot air?

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Nice story, but... Wow, oh wow. If the students break down this easily because of missing pudding, then I actually have some respect for Cinch trying to keep tight reins on the place. If a parent, board member or even an average joe saw that display, well that would be a new level of embarrassment for Crystal Prep.

Very interesting. I just hope that will be some Shadow Spade references :raritywink: (it would be funny if Sour get help from Rarity in this one...)

Despite how great their interactions were and whatnot, I'm somewhat in agreement with Proper Prose. Seems out of character for the school as a whole.

Don't get me wrong, having one of the few good things about the school be stolen WOULD elicit a negative reaction among the students. I just think that, based on what we know of Crystal Prep, this is way too out of character to fit in there, regardless of how funny it'd be. Heck, Rarity being there briefly is VERY out of character.

It was a dark and gloomy night afternoon. Detective Sour Sweet searched the dark, humid hallways. She was on the trail to find the culprit who broke down down their delicate school.

"Um Sour, you're talking out loud."

"Shut it Sugar, you're ruining the atmosphere!"

Something tells me that Sugarcoat has been spending too much time with Pinkie Pie. Either that or her uncle is Wade Wilson, the merc with the mouth, aka 'Deadpool'. What makes me say that? Well, the Fourth Wall is becoming permeable to her.

I think I have never seen more memes stuffed into one paragraph:rainbowlaugh::trollestia:

6933167 6933654 I decided on a goofier tone for this story. Sorry if it feels out-of-character.

6934414 Don't get me wrong. Having them get upset due to it? I can fully understand considering the circumstances. Just seemed too blown out of proportions is all.*shrug*

6934923 Problem is a more moderate and realistic reaction wouldn't have had the humorous effect I was aiming for, but actually have been rather sad :fluttercry:

6934960 Depends. How Lemon Zest and the others reacted? Very fitting. Heck, loved Sour Sweet's reaction. Lemon Zest is a bit of a wildcard for the school. Having her react hilariously very much fits her character. Having the whole school act that way instead of just grumbling or the like though? Seems out of character of the school as a whole. But, at the same time, having Lemon Zest be the only one not driven bonkers would also not seem right in the circumstances. After all, if SHE was able to get in the school while being a wild card, surely there are others.

Know what I mean?

6934968 I completely understand you. Again though, the reaction of the students was intentionally out-of-proportion to increase the humorous effect of the scene.

6934978 Well, at least we both understand each others' viewpoints on the matter then. XD

6934414
It's still funny, just made me feel a little bad for Cinch and Cadance. Crystal Prep must have some VERY good pudding to elicit such a reaction.

Suddenly a girl threw herself against the dean’s chest, almost making her tumble. “But Dean Cadence!” she stammered, looking terrified up into Cadence’s eyes “They… they…” She clenched the green fabric of the dean’s blazer, her hands shaking miserably. “They stole our puuuuudiiiing!” she cried right into her face.

Oh no, what a nightmare.

“Principal Cinch just announced the pudding for today’s lunch was stolen” Sugarcoat replied quick and dry while leaning against her locker.
Lemon gave her friend a blank stare for a moment. It wasn’t before she blinked once that the weight of the words started to drip into her conscience, making her eyes go wide in shock. “WHAT?” it broke out of her, pulling on her long messy hair. “But it’s pudding Tuesday!” she yelled, with a look on her face as if she had just learned they only had five minutes to live. “Without pudding, it’s just… Tuesday!!”

And?

Her arms crossed Sunny nodded. “Stealing the puding in the middle in the middle of exam period is a new low even for Crystal Prep standards” she mumbled, a very dark look in her eyes.

PudDing.

The girl with the long ponytail shrugged. “Not really” she told her, sounding neither happy nor upset. “I mean it’s just pudding.”

Wow, I, I'm actually speechless, anything clever I could have said just,

While Sour was talking Sunny had pulled out her smartphone from her pocket. “According to the school homepage, this week’s flavor would have been cherry with cream” she informed her.
Sour stared at her friend with the mobile phone, wide-eyed. “I’M GONNA TEAR THOSE DIRTY LITTLE PUDDING BANDITS APART!!!” she suddenly exclaimed, clenching her fist with a look of deep, pure rage in her eyes.

Sour, Sour, take a deep breath, contain, the calamity, that is your mammaries.

Sugarcoat gave her an odd stare. “Our history teacher is a man.”
“Yeah, so?”

:facehoof:

thives

ThiEves.

assistant

AssistantS.

Ignoring their looks Sour put on a smug smirk, confidently stemming her hands against her hips. “Don’t you worry about one thing, my friends!” she declared. “Detective Sour is on the case!
“That was a very clumsy title drop.”
“Shut it, Sugar.”

It's the little things that make this hilarious.

6935523 I take it you're not a fan of pudding? :ajsmug: Thanks for the corrections. "Assistant" in singular is correct though because she only wants to take one of them along

Ha! I like this series about the Shadowbolts a lot, Keep up the great work!

Sunny massaged her forehead. “Okay, let’s say this is true” she said, slow and calm. “Wouldn’t that mean even if we found the culprits, the pudding is lost anyway?”
Sunny's smile faded, a look of horror crossing her face. “Er… p-perhaps they only ate a part of the pudding to reduce the load, and then escaped with the rest?” she suggested, trying to sound optimistic.
Sunny looked around the room. “And what did they do with the empty pallets and pots?” she kept asking.

Either Sunny is speaking with herself or you mixed up the names.

6976771 Corrected. It would really be easier if most of their names didn't start with S...

6976777
Yeah, it is confusing. I had to reread some sentences just to get sure who says what. But I'm glad to help:yay:

Welcome back.^^ Good to see you have returned.:D

Interesting that Sour's first "Watson" was Sunny, since she was Rarity's Shadowbolt counterpart... and we know that Rarity is a good detective :raritywink:

Actually, Sour and Sunny's interactions in the chapter reminds the Looney Tunes's cartoon "Deduce, You Say", a Sherlock Holmes parody with Daffy Duck and Porky Pig. :pinkiehappy:

Wondering who Sour will rope as an assistant next!

The puzzled look on Sour’s face turned into one of superiority. “Don’t worry, Sunny” she assured her. “I already know who did it!”

Startled Sunny winced. “Really? Who?”

Stemming her hands against her hips Sour smiled. “Suri Polomare.”

This is what happens when your name means "pickpocket". :facehoof: No wonder she goes by Buttonbelle in the toyline.

Neon Lights is involved. Literally the only CPA students that wears shades.

The woman shrugged. “Not my problem” she replied. “Just be done before we start preparing lunch.”

Fair enough.

Through her glasses the woman looked at her with wide eyes. “Gosh, no! That’s over a thousand puddings there, girl – not even the strongest man in the world could carry that!”
“Then how DID he carry the pudding?” Sour inquired further.
“With one of those wheel-things you can put stuff on and roll them around” she replied. “He actually had to come here first empty-handed to get one. Didn’t brighten his mood.”
“You mean this one?” Sunny asked, pointing behind the woman. Turning around she saw a small trolley standing right next to the steel door.
“That’s it, yeah” she confirmed. “Of course, not all the pudding fit on it at once, so he had to take a few rides.”

Interesting.

The woman scratched her chin. “I think he carried around four to six pallets every time he rolled in. Then he placed them in the store, and left again to get the next charge.” Her hand moved from her chin up to her hairnet as she began to thoughtfully rub her head. “He came and went six times, so I guess it were between twenty and thirty pallets of pudding in total.”

I see.

“Didn’t watch him the entire time, but I think he left it open” she replied. “He was already ticked the back door didn’t open and he had to go every time through the whole school, so he probably wanted to save the time of parking the pudding and unlocking the door every time. Was pretty much in a rush the whole while because he had been already late for his next delivery. Said he almost didn’t notice all the other pudding was gone when he put down the last load.”

That means that it was stolen between runs.

While Sour made some more notes Sunny made a ponderous face. “Wait, if the pudding has been stolen before he arrived with the last batch - doesn’t this mean that one is still in there?” she deduced.
The woman shrugged. “I guess. Haven’t checked the cold store yet myself to be honest.”

Curiouser and curiouser.

Sour’s brows furrowed. “Are you kidding me?!” she yelled. “Why did he take an extra ride for a single pallet?”
Rather prominently Sunny cleared her throat. “If I were to speculate” she said with a slightly snobbish ring in her voice “I’d say he was probably so much in a hurry he didn’t really pay attention how many pallets he loaded onto the trolley and how many were left in the truck. So at the penultimate ride, he didn’t notice only one was still inside, and though this is just an assumption, I think he was probably pretty angry when he returned and found out he had to take another ride through the whole school just for that one pallet despite being already late.”

I'd say you're correct.

Again the woman shook her head. “Only half the counter was occupied. Tis possible someone could have snuck in and out while no one was looking.”
Sour turned up her mouth. “So basically, anybody could have slipped past you into the kitchen and took the pudding from the open cold store while the deliverer was getting the last pallet?”

Yep.

was you question

YouR.

Sunny giggled. “Imagine how much harder this would be if there were only, like three or four skin and hair colours” she joked.

Aye.

“Tis for the teachers” the woman replied, ignoring the crestfallen look Sour’s face took on as she turned around. “Alright, if there is anything else you need I’m in the kitchen.”

Cafeteria Lady used Puddingblock! It's super effective!

Stemming her hands against her hips Sour smiled. “Suri Polomare.”
Sunny lifted an eye-brow. “Suri? Why her?”
“CAUSE I HATE THAT BRAT!!” Sour suddenly shouted, clenching her fist.

You need meds.

“You want to tell me they ate several hundred pots of pudding and then walked out through the door?”
Exactly!

If it were a lesser number, I'd say it's be possible, but, a hundred of 'em? I dunno. Bit improbable for me.

“WHAT DID I DO TO YOU, UNIVERSE!?” Sunny screamed, raising her arms into the air. She then froze. “Wait, didn’t the cafeteria lady say the delivery man had to take a detour because the door was jammed?”

Yep.

“It’s probably some sort of security mechanism” Sunny theorized, blowing over her fingers. “A special kind of lock so that even if the door is broken or blocked it can still be opened from the inside to make sure nobody locked in here will freeze to death.”

Probably. Cinch is tough, but not a monster.

Suddenly Sour heard the door to the kitchen being slammed shut. Turning around she saw she was alone in the cold room, her notepad lying on the frozen floor.
Grumbling she pulled out her smartphone from her pocket. “But first, I need a new Watson.”

You know Watson was more than just someone for Sherlock to talk to, he was a friend, a medic, and relatively skilled at deduction himself. Not as much as Sherlock, but still pretty smart. Also served as a morality chain, as such.

My guess? The puddings were never delivered! The wholesalers had a stock shortfall or something so the deliveryman only made the appearance of delivering all the puddings when, in fact, he just left with the rest of the puddings after leaving behind just one pallet.

“That’s a very complicated way to say we are standing behind the school” Sugarcoat cut into Sour’s monologue.
The wanna-be detective scoffed at her new assistant. “It’s called ‘Noire narration’ – and I was just trying to create a proper atmosphere!” she told her.
Bearing an indifferent look Sugarcoat shook her head. “You’ve read too many of those detective novels” she stated dryly. “Also, how can you hide anything behind polished glass windows?”

Oh let her have her fun.

After loosening all the screw of the lock the janitor leaned back, wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his uniform. “Well, from the look of it the lock seems to be broken” he told the two girls. “I guess the constant cold inside caused one of the gears cracked, and when the fella tried to open it with his key earlier it snapped. Luckily we installed that security lock a year ago – when pushed from the inside the door opens no matter what’s wrong with the lock.” With a ponderous face he looked up at the sky. “Maybe I should have told the lunch ladies and delivers about that…”

Ya think?

Clearly the mockery of my assistant resulted from her jealousy to my genius. But despite the ill meaning of her words, as a professional I am standing above her snarky remarks.
“Stop hitting me with your notepad!”

This is great.

Sugarcoat raised an eye-brow. “Sour, we are high school students” she reminded her. “Neither do we have the means to take fingerprints or DNA-samples, nor could we actually do something with them – unless you want to take samples from every single student in Crystal Prep to compare them to.”

She's right.

Great Chapter! I love Sour Sweet's attitude in this fic!

lol Things just get worse, eh? XD

Something tells me that Sugarcoat isn't taking the investigation seriously... or, more precisely, isn't taking the investigator seriously. In that area at least, who can blame her? :rainbowlaugh:

..... XDD Love their competitive natures. XD

Sour’s smile dropped. “This school is friggin’ huge, okay?”

That's fair. You can't be first years though, so, you'd think you'd know the campus layout.

The both sour and sweet taste tingled her tongue, each gulp sending a wave of refreshment through her body.

Of course.

Beside her Sour heard Lemon giggle. “Did you manage to annoy both Miss Fancy and Sugarbabe away?” the green-haired girl asked in a mocking tone.

Yes. Also, Sugarbabe?

“Then how about I formulate it as a challenge who of us will be the first to find a hint to the pudding?” Sour suggested, smirking slyly.

Manipulated like a pro.

Fake snoring caused her to drop her smile again. “Boooooorrriiiiiiiiing” Lemon moaned into her ear, slumping her arms.

Detective work often is. But, somebody's gotta do it, and Sour Sweet is the only one who wants to do it.

mane

hair.

ankle

angle.

On the vines below the window Sour was climbing along the façade of Crystal Prep Academy. Grabbing them with her fingers while pressing her feet into the thick network of leaves she moved along the walls of the school, towards the window of the next classroom. Indigo and Lemon watched their friend cling on to the fickle plants. After staring dumfounded at her for a while Indigo shook her head, scowling furiously at Sour.

Are you mad?

Sour held up her nose. “You did dares with higher risks for less.”

Point taken.

“And one of them got stuck with a button in the vines and it was ripped off!” Indigo finished the train of thought, smirking as she pointed with her index finger at Sour.

Exactly. May not be much, but we can deduce that whoever did it was wearing a buttoned shirt, and was probably decently athletic, as well as rather brave/in a hurry. If it doesn't look like a Crystal Prep uniform button, then you'll know that whoever did this, ISN'T at Crystal Prep, or at least not wearing the uniform. Amazing what can be deduced from a single button.

lol Interestin' chapter.^^

Okay, this the first time that Sour did something vaguely detective-like that actually had a useful outcome. Does she need her friends to be driving her insane with rage to make her problem-solving side kick in?

Okay, so checklist for Twi's old lab:

* Medical examination bed with restraint straps and tilting base
* Bucket of cold water.
* Soaking wet towel

Cue demonic approval from the Principal!

Naturally, there has to be a break before the denoument! :raritywink:

7026415 Of course - it wouldn't make sense to have a break after it :ajsmug:

Still smiling Sour spread out her legs behind her, raising her feet to the air as she lay down on the desk. “Though I couldn’t help but notice, there seems to be a button missing” she remarked, pointing at a small hole at the bottom of her vest.
“Oh… y-yeah” the girl murmured, seeming nervous all of a sudden. “I’ve gotta get a new one.”

What are you hiding? Also you forgot the period after missing.

The girl forced a smile on her face. “It’s really nothing exciting, just a small accident. I-it got stuck in a door and it popped off.”

Oh?

Shielding her eyes from the light of the lamp the girl was shaking in her chair. She glanced at Sour, her face a dark shadow looming above her. “I CONFESS!” she suddenly screamed, throwing her hands into the air. “I CHEATED ON MY DIET!!”

“It means my size is not extra slim anymore, but only… slim! SLIM!!” she screamed into Sour’s face. “If anyone finds out my social status at this school is RUINED!!!”

Oh no. The horror.

The girl looked incredulously at Sour. “You’re creepy.”

Quite.

“Well I don’t want to know how you’d struggle if we did that with you” Lemon said with a wink.
Indigo smirked. “Nah, you’d never catch me in the first place.”

Again, you forgot the period after you. That aside, Indigo's ego is huge.

Gulping the boy smiled uncomfortably at her. “Weeeell, like I said, I’m totally not hiding anything in my backpack – especially nothing that could be used as evidence against me – but a backpack is a pretty personal item, so I’m sure you understand-”

You're bad at this.

The boy pinched his nose. “Just something I mixed together in the chemistry lab” he said with a twang. “You know, for a stink bomb.” One hand on her nose Sour held the bottle with two fingers, causing it to shake slightly. “Careful there!” he warned her, pointing at a missing button on his uniform. “It melted one of my buttons when I accidentally spilled a drop earlier.”

Yikes.

Standing in front of the door Sugarcoat, Lemon, Sunny and Indigo pressed their ears against the door. They all jumped back when the door suddenly swung open and the boy came crying out of the room. They looked after him as he dashed down the hallway, before turning with raised eyebrows towards Sour as she appeared in the door, holding her backpack in her arms.

What did you do to him?

With a blank expression Sour looked back at her, then at each of her other friends. “I… think I just solved the case.”

How so?

“That’s not important!” Sour cut her off. She jumped forward, slamming her hands on the desk and staring the dean directly into the eyes. “I know where the pudding is!”

Oh?

Sour glanced around her. Everyone was staring at her, expecting her to say the name of the culprits. She took in a deep breath, before saying in a perfectly straight voice: “Nobody.”

Come again?

Sour nodded. “Yes. The pudding wasn’t stolen.”

So, what DID happen?

Again Sour nodded. “The pudding is in the truck that brought it to the school this morning” she answered, causing her friends to wince in surprise.
“So the deliverer has taken it!” Sunny declared, but Sour shook her head.
“As I said, nobody stole the pudding” she repeated “Neither a student nor the driver of the truck. It got back inside by accident.”

OK, how.

“It didn’t walk out!” Sour snapped at her. Regaining her composure she explained more calmly: “We can assume the deliverer stacked the pallets of pudding to a single tower. After putting down the second last stack on top of the others, I think he accidentally bumped against the tower as he left for the last one. The floor in the cold store is frozen, and very slippery. Because he was in such a hurry he didn’t notice the pudding glided over it, towards and then out of the backdoor.”

I dunno...

“What if it wasn’t just at that one spot, but if there was originally a trail leading from the door towards the truck?” Sour speculated, surprising everyone. “The pallets would have not lost much speed when gliding on it, and could have just gained enough momentum from the ramp to rush up inside the truck.”

That, works.

Indigo smirked slyly. “To spill it somewhere on the floor and then watch everyone fall on their butt!”
“Or in the cafeteria” Lemon said with a grin “Right at the end of the counter where everyone passes with a full try!”
“Or on the basketball field before a big game!” Indigo exclaimed.
“Or in a changing cabin!” Lemon yelled.
“Or in the teacher’s longue!” both girls shouted in unison, clapping into each other’s hand while Sunny rolled her eyes.

Yes.

Sour shook her head. “I doubt it ” she said, before clenching her hand into a fist. “Of all the students at this school, there is only one who is actually crazy enough for cherry-cream-pudding to steal the entire school supply!”
“And you know you didn’t do it?” Sugarcoat guessed.

Yep.

“HOW THE HECK DID THAT GET IN HERE?!”
As she returned the speaker to her ear a slightly sly smile grew on the dean’s face. “I take it you have found the pudding?” she asked.

Yep.

“Thank you very much.” The dean hadn’t even finished the sentence when the deliverer had already hung up. Leaning forward again she put the speaker back on the phone. “Maybe I enjoyed this a little bit more than I should have” she said, still grinning as she looked at the girls. “But it seems your pudding is on the way.”

Perhaps, yes.

With a warm smile Sour let her eyes wander over each of her friends. “Maybe” she said to them. “But without you girls, I wouldn’t have found those dots in the first place.”

Daaw...

Sugarcoat adjusted her glasses. “So the only clue you found by yourself was a red herring” she stated.

Yep.

Sunny shook her head. “I doubt they would believe the truth” she said. “They’d still think it was stolen, and might start raising suspicions against each other. It’s better if they think it was a mistake from the company.”

True.

Sunny swallowed her latest load of pudding. “It probably wasn’t the pudding” she said, staring into her almost empty pot while rolling her spoon through it. “We are all under a lot of pressure lately, with Cinch’s reforms adding to the usual stress here. I guess the pudding being gone was just the last straw to make everyone collapse.”

Aye.

“Well…” The three girls turned to Indigo. “For most of the students, I guess the pudding on Tuesday really is the only thing to look forward to at this school” she said, seeming a little flustered. “But the five of us have something to look forward to every day.”
Sunny looked curiously at her. “And that would be…?”
The yellow cheeks of the blue-haired girl turned red. “Us.”

Daaw!

Really ingenious solution! :rainbowkiss::raritywink:

A brilliant conclusion, very much in the style of Conan-Doyle or Christie! The clues were all there in the story if you cared to look but you did such a great job hiding them in Sour Sweet's histrionics and the other Shadowbolts' antics that they were easy to miss (which I have no doubt was your intention). This is easily the best instalment in the series so far so you deserve congratulations! Well done!

Adorable updates, as usual from you.^^ You're an expert at these, it seems.:D

That's the real take-away here: Friendship makes you stronger; it makes you better. It's what will make the Shadow Five be the stand-out personalities of their grade because we, as a species, are always stronger when we act together than we ever are on our own.

Awesome, I already imagined it was in the truck , but I expected everything to be Cinch work, until I figured what she do to cheat the dealer , good descenlace For This mystery

Sour was absolutely adorable at the end asking in third person for a reward:heart:
Can't wait for the last two shadowbolt story's only got surgercoat and lemon left.
Hey are you going to do more group story's like you did with dungeons & dorks because that story was hilarious and I would love more stories with all the shadowbolts

I'm sitting here imagining all the stuff that had to come together to make Sour's theory work and the Benny Hill theme just won't stop playing, :applejackconfused:

Bearing an indifferent look Sugarcoat shook her head. “You’ve read too many of those detective novels” she stated dryly. “Also, how can you hide anything behind polished glass windows?”

Sour Sweet and Rarity should form a club. :rainbowlaugh:

7039815 Thanks! It was rather hard to estimate how subtly I should put the hints into the story with neither being too obvious nor too hidden.

7040438 It will probably take a while before their stories are finished. As for your question, well, you just have to wait and see what I've got in store for you :ajsmug:

7042038 Thank you very much! Now I finally know the name of that melody :rainbowlaugh:

A pretty funny start to your most recent story. I can just imagine all those stuck-up, snobby Crystal Prep students losing it because their favorite lunchtime dessert was stolen. Now there's the question to ask, who stole the pudding?

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