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    Many students thought that Sally was 

unusual, but she never seemed to care.  

Even though the other students thought it 

was strange, Sally still walked around 

school every day holding her magnifying 

glass and notepad, while wearing her brown 

hand-me-down detectives coat from her 

dad. 

  She and her best friend, Thomas Watson, 

did not care what other people thought 

about them.   They even embraced their 

“super sleuth” titles they had been given by 

the other students in their class.   This title 

was due to the fact that they were always 

solving the strange mysteries that went on 

around the school.   And it seemed as though 

today would be like any other normal day for 

them.   They were going to have to solve yet 

another mystery.  

    So far, it had been a normal morning at 

Baker Street Elementary School.   Everyone 

was present in class, the janitor was 

cleaning up after the first round of lunch, 

the Principal was making his normal walk 

around the school, and everything seemed 

to be running smoothly for everyone.  

Everyone, except for Sally Holmes and her 

mom’s homemade cake.  

    Sally and her mother had spent the 

previous day making a cake for the last day 

of school party.   She practically jumped out 

of her mom’s car, cake in hand, and 

sprinted to Mrs. Sweetchild’s classroom.  

Sally was so excited for everyone to taste 

her mom’s cake that she has been bugging 

Mrs. Sweetchild all morning begging to go 

get it from the refrigerator in the 

lunchroom.  

    “Just please wait until after lunch,” cried 

Mrs. Sweetchild.  

      However, Sally could not wait.   She had 

already waited all morning wasn’t that enough?  

She continued to follow Mrs. Sweetchild around all 

morning until finally she caved. 

     “Oh just go get the cake already!” Mrs. 

Sweetchild yelled.  

   Sally grabbed Thomas and the two of them went 

off to get the cake.  

“I am just so excited to see the look on 

everyone’s faces when they taste it,” Sally 

said.  

    “Me too.   Your mom makes the best 

cakes in the world.   Hopefully I can sneak an 

extra piece or two,” said Thomas as he licked 

his lips and rubbed his stomach.  

However, when Sally and Thomas had finally 

reached the refrigerator, they were anything but 

excited.   

    “MY CAKE! MY MOMS FAMOUS SCRUM-

DIDDLY-UMPTIOUS RASBERRY FROSTED 

CHOCOLATE CAKE! WHERE IS MY CAKE?” 

exclaimed Sally.   “It was right here on the second 

shelf I know it was,” she called out, “Someone 

must have stolen it.” 

    “But who would steal a cake?” asked Thomas. 

    “People who cannot be trusted, that’s who,” 

Sally huffed.  

Suddenly, Mr. Mason the janitor walked into the 

lunchroom wearing his usual smile across his face.    

    “Well what has happened here?” he asked, 

“What’s all this screaming about?”  

    “Mr. Mason you’re never going to believe it! 

Someone stole my mom’s homemade cake!” 

shouted Sally.  

    “Hmmm, a cake you say?   Did it happen to be 

a chocolate cake with pink frosting?”

    “Yeah that’s the one! Have you seen it?” Sally 

asked hopefully. 

 “Oh I’ve seen it all right.   I’ve been cleaning up 

crumbs from it all morning,” Mrs. Mason explained.  

    “C-c-c-crumbs?” Sally gulped. 

    “You betcha.   I followed a trail of crumbs all 

the way from here to the library.   It ended in the 

section with books about jobs.”

    Sally turned to Thomas.   “Well Thomas, you 

know what this means.   It means it time for the 

Super Sleuths to solve yet another mystery.”

    They thanked Mr. Mason for his help and began 

running to the library.   They were almost to the big 

double doors when they were stopped by the mean 

hall monitor, Eugene Toodletall.  

     He took out his notepad and begin writing them 

a detention slip.

    “We do not have time for this Tattletale, we 

have a case to crack!” Sally exclaimed as she 

grabbed Thomas’s hand and continued running 

towards the library.   She knew that Eugene could 

never keep up with her.  

   Thomas and Sally sprinted through the shelves of 

neatly stacked books, right past the librarian, Mrs. 

Dewey, and straight for the jobs section of the 

media center.   Once they were there, they pulled 

out their magnifying glasses and began to search 

for clues among the ancient dusty books. 

     “I’ve got something!” Thomas hollered.   Sally rushed 

over to him to get a closer look at what he had seen.  

She noticed something pink on one of the books.   She 

took her finger, stuck it in the pink substance, and 

brought it up to her nose. 

    “That is my mom’s famous raspberry frosting 

alright!” she screamed. 

    “But who would take a cake and bring it all the 

way to this section of the library?” Thomas wondered.  

    He pulled the sticky frosting covered book out of 

the shelf and looked at the title.    

       “How to be A Better Principal,” he read.

     “A better principal??” Sally yelled.   “It has to 

have been Principal Sowder.   He had to have stolen my 

cake.” 

“More like Principal Sour if you ask me,” chuckled 

Thomas. 

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