Submitted to us By Julie Sullivan
Every day after lunch, Isabella Tyler had a special treat.
Her mom packed them with love—brownies with swirly frosting, cupcakes with sprinkles, and chocolate chip cookies that were soft in the middle and crispy at the edges. Isabella always saved her treat for last, like a treasure waiting at the end of a rainbow.
But lately, her treasures were disappearing.
On Monday, her brownie was gone.
On Tuesday, her cupcake vanished.
And today—today!—her chocolate chip cookie, her absolute favorite—had disappeared without even a crumb left behind.
Isabella squinted at her lunchbox.
“This,” she said, “is suspicious.”
She looked around the cafeteria. Kids were laughing, chewing, and trading carrot sticks for pretzels. No one looked guilty. No one had crumbs on them either.
Isabella knew what she had to do next.
She straightened her headband, narrowed her curious eyes, and whispered,
“Time to go full detective on this sweet thief!”
The next day, Isabella brought a notebook, a magnifying glass, and a plan.
She called it Operation Sweet Tooth.
She watched her lunchbox like a hawk.
She checked it before recess.
She checked it after recess.
She even placed a tiny piece of tape on the zipper to see if anyone opened it.
At lunchtime, she opened her box slowly…
Her treat was gone.
Again.
This time, it had been a lemon bar.
Isabella gasped.
“The thief strikes again!”
She scribbled in her notebook:
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Brownie: vanished
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Cupcake: gone
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Cookie: stolen
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Lemon bar: poof
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Suspect: ???
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Motive: sweet tooth or just deliciousness?
She was in dire need of backup.
That afternoon, Isabella told her teacher, Mrs. O’Rourke.
Mrs. O’Rourke listened carefully and nodded.
“A treat thief, you say? That’s very serious.”
Isabella nodded.
“They’re fast. Sneaky. And they know what’s good.”
Mrs. O’Rourke smiled.
“Well, I’ll keep an eye out.”
But the next day, something even stranger happened.
Mrs. O’Rourke’s famous apple pie—the one she brought for the teacher’s lounge—was gone.
Vanished.
Stolen.
Mrs. O’Rourke gasped.
“My pie!”
Isabella stood tall.
“This,” she said, “is a pattern.”
She set up a stakeout.
She hid behind the library cart during lunch.
She peeked from the art room door.
She even placed a decoy treat—a plain rice cake with a note that said NOT A COOKIE—in her lunchbox.
Nothing.
Until she heard it…
A tiny rustle.
From above.
Isabella looked up.
And there, peeking through the vent above the lockers, were two bright eyes and a twitchy nose.
“A squirrel!” Isabella whispered.
The next day, the janitor found a tiny hole in the ceiling tiles.
Inside were crumbs. Sprinkles. And a napkin with the word YUM scribbled in pencil.
The squirrel had been sneaking in through the roof, slipping down during recess, and snatching the best treats in school!
Isabella wrote in her notebook:
Case closed.
Mrs. O’Rourke laughed.
“Well, I suppose even squirrels have a sweet tooth.”
Isabella grinned.
“He has excellent taste.”
From then on, the school made a special squirrel snack box—filled with nuts, seeds, and a tiny slice of apple pie.
And Isabella?
She got her treats back.
Mostly.
Sometimes, she left a cookie in the squirrel box.
Just in case.
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