Based on the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Sgt. Sprinkles

Being a reprint from the reminiscences of John H. Watcolt, M.D., late of the Wonderbolt Medical Department

In glancing over my notes of the hundreds of cases in which I have during the years studied the methods of my celebrated friend, Sherclop Pones, I find many tragic, some comic, a large number merely strange, but none commonplace; for, working as he did rather for the love of his art than for the acquirement of wealth, he refused to associate himself with any investigation which did not tend towards the unusual, and even the fantastic. Of all these varied cases, however, I cannot recall any which presented more singular features than that which was associated with the infamous case of Pinkie’s Cupcakes. The events in question occurred in the early days of my association with Pones, when we were sharing rooms as bachelors in Baker Street. It is possible that I might have placed them upon record before, but a promise of secrecy was made at the time, from which I have only been freed during the last month by Princess Twilight Sparkle upon her coronation as the Ruler of the Equestrian Monarchy, desiring for this particular case in which I am about to narrate to be at last be known to general public (much to the Caballus Club’s objection.) It is perhaps as well that the facts should now come to light, for I have reasons to know that there are widespread rumours as to the disappearance of Rainbow Dash of loyal reputation, which tend to make the matter even more terrible than the truth.

This story is a sequel to Voidic Meets The Paw Patrol

Sherlock Holmes and Voidic finally meet in the deduction filled Epic. Will Sherlock learn about the Wizarding world and bring it crashing around their ears? Or will Voidic have to ease him into it and encourage him to stay away from it?
This is the.... 12th book in the series of Voidic's adventures I believe? I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm sorry for not dealing with the Harry Potter books before coming to hear and only giving you hints as to what happened during the books, but I didn't want to be stuck to just one story and lose my momentum of writing I have right now.

The greatest detective is suddenly launched into another world. Dazed and confused, he figures out that he's just in time to solve one of the greatest murder cases in the history of Equestria.

Go figure.

1) Inspired by RDJ's Sherlock Holmes
2) I've never written a detective story before?? Might as well try.

Derpy Hooves and Daring Do team up to create a pastry investigation office. With more reports of missing pastry turning up they worry that this is more than just petty pastry theft. They worry that this might be a pastry extinction. With no clear culprit they fear that the extinction is inevitable... Until they find a lead.

This story is a sequel to Sherclop Pones and the Adventure of Pinkie's Cupcakes

THE EQUESTRIAN DAILY PAPER

The Pegasi of Cloudsdale have been rudely aroused from their slumbers to the news of the discovery of two crimes taking place last night at the Cloudsdale Weather Factory. A murder and a robbery both taking place simultaneously.

Fred Porlock, a secretary working for the head chemist behind the production operation, upon taking his post to start his shift earlier around 6, he found that the door, which led to a confidential office that housed the Factory’s vital documents, stood ajar. Fearing that something might have occurred, he entered the office to assure himself. To his horror, he found, upon opening the safe which kept the aforementioned documents, empty, robbed from its contents.

He then immediately reported this to his employer, the head chemist Dr. Icarus Hayfield, whom Mr. Porlock thought had already taken post at his study. Upon entering it, however, he found the unfortunate chemist lying upon the floor, dead, his head horribly mutilated by what appears to have been caused by a bullet.

Cloudsdale Yard had been immediately called upon the scene who in turn dispatched their most reputable officer, Detective Inspector G. Lestrot to handle this dastardly crime. He has conducted a most minute study and has come to the conclusion that the chief guardian of the vital documents themselves, Cloud Sweeper, is indeed the culprit.

The suspect has been arrested a few hours after this discovery, in fact; Sweeper had been found at Charlie Cross Hospital, where he tended to his maimed sweetheart, Pearl White whom had been hospitalized last night due to being mugged by villainous blackguards.

Despite such satisfactory discoveries, Mr. Lestrot encounters another dilemma which has very much left the entire Yard at their wit’s end…

The Factory’s documents comprise of 10 pages—only nine have been recovered from Sweeper’s person, and the tenth, it is said, being the most vital amongst the bunch, is missing.

Our readers must be assured that Cloudsdale Yard’s most ardent and tenacious of officers are hard at work to resolve this conundrum.