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// The Game's Ahoof!!! 
// Story: A Study in Pinkie 
// by Dr. John Trotson 
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A Study in Pinkie. By Dr. John Trotson 
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Chapter One: The Game's Ahoof!!!
The day started out regularly at our apartment 221p Baker Street. Sherlock Hooves was once again in his impatient state: trotting around the room rambling to himself something about a "derpy", and how he didn't know what went wrong, which even I don't even fully understand the meaning of that,but then again, Sherlock is not a pony to be understood easily.
 Sherlock  was on one of his many"I'm bored because haven't had a good case" rants. It has only been a week since we last had a case, but to Sherlock, it seems like a year. The last case we had was a simple and unfulfilling mystery that included the Apple family in which their water supply had not been flowing properly into the fields. It turned out to be harmless beavers making their home in the supply lake. The apples then invited us to dinner and the food, aside from the apples, was delicious!   When I asked Applejack  what it was, she answered with a smile,"Beaver." I tried to hide my horror and looked over at Sherlock. He wasn't paying attention, his mind was elsewhere, his food was untouched, he was pondering something important. I wish I knew what. As we were walking home I asked him what was on his mind. He said  nothing important, but I knew Sherlock did not simply think of nothing important! I he did, well, he would not be Sherlock! I decided to let him be, because, one, I didn't want to annoy him and, two, I had eaten beaver so I was done for the night also.
But enough with reminiscing, and back to the present. We received a visit from a Ms. Twilight Sparkle accompanied by four other of her friends around noon. There was a white coated- purple maned pony, who, by the way didn't look too bad, there was also Ms. Applejack from the previous case, a yellow and pink and somewhat shy pony, and a baby dragon who was staring at me somewhat menacingly as the white coated one batted her eyes at me. But I felt something missing from the group, more like somepony was missing. My thoughts were confirmed as our guests informed Sherlock and myself that their friend Rainbow Dash has been missing for quite some time.
 " I just don't know why she would just leave like that!" Twilight exclaimed." I mean, we know her, and she doesn't leave without telling us!"
"Please calm down Twilight, dear, you're getting in such a terrible fuss!" said the white colored pony.
"I know," replied Twilight, its just everyone is taking it so hard, especially Pinkie."
"Where is Pinkie?" asked, more like whispered, the yellow pony as she looked around.
A suddenly full alert Sherlock sat up, he prodded them for information on this "Pinkie" character. They gave some of the basics then out came the questions, when did you first meet her, what is her purpose here, and others.  
Sherlock didn't look entirely intrigued until they mentioned both Rainbow Dash's and Pinkie's last known location- Sugercube Corner.
For the first time I saw true surprise and excitement in his eyes, he hid it good but I have learned how to read his subtle emotions over the years we have worked together. Sherlock asked them what Rainbow Dash was doing there. They replied that she was helping the pony  called Pinkie Pie make cupcakes.
Sherlock then thanked them for the information and almost literally shoved them out the door. He promptly slammed the door in their face and turned to look at me- there was somewhat crazed look in his eye that frightened me quite a lot. He bounded over to a bookshelf with a  little laugh, and pulled a book. I heard some machinery starting to become active and the bookshelf started to open. As the bookshelf swung open to revel a secret room, Sherlock turned to me and exclaimed," Do you know what this means John?!" He said with a smile. Though of course I didn't know what he was getting at until  I stepped inside the room and came to somewhat of an understanding. The small secret room, that I didn't know we even had, was covered in different colored strings, some small maps, and the newspaper's missing ponies pages. Sherlock finished writing something in a notebook when a was done admiring this interesting set-up. He put down the notebook and pencil and brought over a a string and some tacks with his magic and strung them up, mumbling something inaudible. Sherlocks brain was at work. He circled some stuff on the maps and news paper, then he walked over to a torn slip of paper with a number on it. He looked at it with a somewhat angered glare. He looked up and saw me staring, he slipped the paper away along with other slips with numbers and walked towards the epicenter of this mess which was a picture of Sugercube Corner and a happy looking pink pony. Sherlock turned to speak," I have been tracking this case since some of the first missing ponies. Though normally I would care less about the missing ponies, these all had one thing in common."
"That pink pony?" I guessed.
"Yes", he confirmed,"That pink pony.
I have been trying to get to her but every time I would come close she would escape my grasp. I have tracked her all over equestria and ended up here in Ponyville even before I met you." He pointed at me then  continued," She has gone under many aliases, she is known now as "Pinkie Pie", as we've learned from our little meeting, but her original name is Dr. Pinkamina Diane Mareiorty." Sherlock has talked a lot about Mareiorty but never went into detail. 
"So I am guessing you have enough information to finally descend on her position?" I asked.
"I believe so my friend!" Sherlock replied happily as I followed him out of his secret room, waited until I was out to put the book back which closed the bookshelf hiding the secret room within. He put on his hat and I my jacket and he walked over to the front door.
"Come now John!" he exclaimed as opening the door,"The game's ahoof!"  Then promptly bounded out the of the apartment, leaving me to write a quick letter to the house keeper. Then, I too ran out the door after Sherlock. This is going to be interesting. I thought to myself; what an understatement it was.

End of chapter one. Let me know what you thought in the comments.