Oh no, oh no, oh no! The Giggleberry pies are… missing?! Every single one? You must be kidding—Giggleberry pies are the best part of the town fair! Sweet and a little bit silly, they always make everyone laugh after just one bite. But now… GONE?! Well, I think this sounds like a job for the one and only Captain Kibble! Nose of steel, heart of gold, and, uh… an appetite for mystery-solving snacks!

Captain Kibble was snoozing under the shade of a big oak tree, dreaming about chasing bubbles, when suddenly—POP! A burst of confetti landed right on his head. “A… PIE-EMERGENCY?” he barked, reading the note attached to the confetti. “All pies have vanished from the Ironbone County Fair?! This is a DISASTER!” Without wasting a single wag of his tail, Captain Kibble sprang to his paws, spun around three times for good luck, and set off for the fairground.

When he arrived, it was pure mayhem. Mr. Quackers the duck was waddling in circles, Mrs. Hoo the owl was hooting nervously, and the twin piglets, Pip and Pipette, were squealing, “No pie?! NO PIE?! How will we giggle?!” Captain Kibble raised one paw to hush the crowd and put his snout to the ground. “Don’t worry, friends,” he said confidently. “My nose never fails. I’ll sniff out the pies in no time.”

First, Captain Kibble followed a faint whiff of berries to the baking tent. He peeked inside but... nothing. No pies, no crumbs—just a very suspicious-looking squirrel wearing a chef’s hat. Kibble tilted his head. “Tell me, Chef Nutters,” he said. “Have YOU seen the pies?” Chef Nutters twitched his bushy tail and said, “Pies? No pies here! I switched to making acorn cupcakes yesterday! Pies, schmies!” Kibble sniffed him—no berries, no giggles. Hmm. “Alright, you’re clean… for now,” Kibble muttered.

Next, Captain Kibble trotted toward the Ferris wheel, sniffing high and low. The trail was getting stronger. Then—SNAP! Something rustled behind the popcorn cart. Kibble’s ears perked up like radar dishes. He pounced around the corner, only to find... Buster the beagle! And not just any Buster—Buster with pink berry stains on his fur and a tiny pie tin stuck on his paw.

“Buster?! What are YOU doing back here?” Captain Kibble asked, his nose twitching at the very berry-licious smell coming off his friend. Buster looked guilty. He tried to speak but ended up hiccupping—HIC! Giggle! Oh no, it was the unmistakable giggleberry hiccup! “Buster… did YOU take the pies?” Kibble asked gently.

Buster hung his floppy ears. “Y-yeah,” he admitted. “I just wanted one little taste, but then… then they were so good, I couldn’t stop! I—ate them all.” His tail drooped so low, it almost touched the ground. “I’m sorry, Kibble. I messed up.”

Captain Kibble thought for a moment, paw tapping the ground. Then, he gave Buster a big doggy grin. “Everyone makes mistakes, Buster. What’s important is that you told the truth. But now, we have to make things right.”

Buster’s ears perked slightly. “Y-you mean… you’re not mad?” he asked. “Why would I bark at you for being honest?” Kibble replied. “Now, c’mon, let’s fix this.”

They raced back to the baking tent, where Chef Nutters reluctantly agreed to help. With Captain Kibble and Buster stirring the mixing bowls (and occasionally bumping noses into the batter), the whole town worked together to whip up the biggest batch of Giggleberry pies anyone had ever seen. Pip and Pipette carried baskets of berries, Mrs. Hoo measured the sugar, and Mr. Quackers… well, he bounced on the dough like a trampoline, but hey, teamwork is teamwork.

By sunset, the pies were baked, cooled, and ready for tasting. “Pies are BACK!” cheered Mr. Quackers. The fair buzzed with laughter as everyone took a big bite. Even Buster was giggle-hiccuping again while Captain Kibble proudly watched the happy crowd.

Before the night ended, Buster stood on a hay bale and shouted, “I’m really sorry for taking all the pies earlier. It was wrong, and I won’t do it again.” The crowd cheered, “We forgive you, Buster!” Pipette squealed, “Yeah, just don’t eat the pies faster than we can bake 'em next time!” Everyone laughed—even Captain Kibble gave a playful bark.

And so, another case was solved. Captain Kibble stretched out under the stars, tired from all the pie-saving and teamwork. As his eyelids got heavy, he thought, honesty really DOES build trust… and maybe next time, he’d get to chase some fairground balloons, too.

The end.

Captain Kibble and the Case of the Giggleberry Pie.