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A worried citrus farmer distraught about a missing heirloom, a lone detective hot on the case, and a tree thief.

As weird of a case as it was, this was definitely one of the most challenging cases of Skipper’s career as a Cloudsdale detective. Having tracked his mark for weeks, he finally manages to crack some of the case in Dodge Junction... but will he finally solve it once and for all?

Only time will tell...

Set in the same universe as Apples and Blood Oranges, however that isn't required reading for this story.

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That was super engaging! I was hooked all the way through to find out what happened lmao, I really liked the ending too! Wasn't just a textbook "we got em, bois", i really enjoyed that
10/10 would read again

That was an odd little story. But it was good in its own way.

Glad you enjoyed it, it's a little silly but sometimes those are the most fun to write out.

Whatever the case was, I knew that tonight would be the night I’d finally confront them and end their terrible reign of tree thief terror!

I had cracked the maddeningly monotonous case of the missing mango tree

Who do you think you are, alliterating like that? Darkwing Duck? :rainbowlaugh:

This was a cute story. :twilightsmile:

Not going to lie, DW was my absolute favorite show as a kid and I definitely snuck some alliteration in as homage :p

I shall read this story.

(Alondro is here) :fluttershbad:

Whatever the case was, I knew that tonight would be the night I’d finally confront them and end their terrible reign of tree thief terror!

And then he punched a pony in a bear costume, then got bees in his eyes and mouth,before being burninated alive in a wicker pony because NMM cults... because NMM is Worst Pony.


So the thief was leaving leaves and mane bits... and also somehow knew this particular detective was on the trail, meaning it's a set-up...

Still thinking "Wicker Pony" here.

Well, it was a sweet little story, but the outcome was a bit too... convenient and hasty, to be honest.

He bought the story of sleepwalking far too easily, without any corroboration from a physician, who no doubt would be consulted about such a bizarre condition that had no doubt caused problems in the past if it was genuine.

No detective would just accept such a far-out story without evidence. The old rule of 'to prove an extraordinary claim, you need extraordinary evidence' applies here.

I am a scientists, so this line of logic and deductive reasoning is second-nature.

Oh wait, I guess thinking and reason are evil traits of 'whiteness' now... (still infuriated at the incredible racism trying to pass itself off as 'progressive' lately.. serious, check out the list of 'whiteness' traits from this one African history museum... I don't know how anyone on the planet could read that and not be seething with rage at how presumptuous, arrogant, insulting, and devoid of any and all historical validity it is.).

Very cute!
It reads like a children's book, not in the childish sense, but in the sense that it conveys whimsy and child-like wonder.
You could have moved the mystery explanation/exposition from the beginning to the moment we meet the town lawyer, which I think would add to the intrigue right from the start: What crime has brought Skipper to this desert town? Who was the criminal? etc.
It also seems like there was no place for Skipper to really show his detective skils, as he was following a literal trail, and then a figurative one with no real option for deduction.

All in all, great read!

Small note: mangoes are not a citrus fruit.

Glad you enjoyed it, I wanted to write something that was just a short and sweet story without getting too in depth that people could enjoy, and it seems like I managed to do that. At one point I was going to make it a longer story, including moving a lot more of the mystery stuff toward the end, but figured it didn’t need to be this big long thing. I probably should have clarified in the actual story itself, but the farmer who owned the tree grew citrus, but in the story she was actually shown in, also grew her ancestors’ old mango trees too.

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