Butter Berrys Lays in his bed, tossing and turning. He turned on his back and looked up at his ceiling. "Ugh...I can't SLEEP!" He griped. "I hate this lumpy mattress, I hate this night and I...hate...EVERYTHING!" He just lied there. He then smacked his lips together, realizing he was thirsty. He hopped up out of bed, and stomped through his bedroom door and begun walking down the stairs, but one of them broke under his foot causing him to fall down the stairs. He smacked every stair until he hit the bottom. "OW!" He screamed, before catching his breath and standing up.

He walked into his kitchen, and there was a tall hooded pony standing with his back facing Berrys, and he was digging through the fridge. Berrys then blinked twice before rubbing his eyes. "Whu...who the hell are you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

The pony looked back at Berrys, holding a carton of milk in his mouth. "W-Wait, hey I don't know who you are...or what you are, and I don't even know if I'm dreaming, but get out out of my effing house!" He yelled. But the pony just stood there. "Umm...hello? can your Neanderthal brain hear me?" He asked, waving his hoof in the ponies face.

The pony then bolted, running right past Berrys and towards the front door.

"Oh no you DON'T!" He exclaimed, before flying to the door before the hooded pony could. He stood in front of it. "Ha...you're not getting out this door!"

The hooded pony looked around frantically, before running in the living room, and jumping through one of the windows, completely shattering it. He then ran off into the night.

"Noo!" Berrys screamed as he opened the door and watched the hooded pony get away. Berrys just sat down on the ground, with his hoofs crossed. "Heh...jokes on him, that milk expired three weeks ago!" He giggled to himself. A pony then walked up and stood over Berrys, causing Berrys to look up. "Who are you?"

"I'm Detective..." He stated. "So, have you seen a hooded pony around here?"

Berrys then got up to look Detective in the eye. "Uhh I didn't just see him, I watched him run off with my gallon of expired milk!" He yelled, waving his hoof in the direction he ran in.

"Where you able to make out any details?"

"Well, let's see...besides for his dumb-plot hood, not really!"

"Alright, thank you for your time." Detective replied before turning around and beginning to walk away.

"Wait, why did you want to know this anyways?" Berrys asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because he's been stealing random items from random homes, and I'm trying to put a stop to this!" detective said.

"Oh, really? good 'cause I felt very victimized! although, that's pretty normal for me!"

"Still, I must be off!" Detective said, before turning around and walking away.

"Wait, I wanna help!" Berrys exclaimed, following up right behind Detective.

"What, why?"

"Because that nut stole my milk, and broke my last window!"

"Yeah right! I don't need your help!" He replied, being extra snarky.

"Well fine! I thought I'd actually try and be a help to somepony, but forget it!" Berrys exclaimed before turning tail and walking back towards his home. He then slammed his door, and having it fall right off the hinges. "OH MOTHER OF CELESTIA!"

Detective looked back towards Berrys house, and saw how broken down it was. He then shook the thought off "No, I'm not working with that disaster on hoofs...I work alone..."

                                                                                                            The Next Morning:

Berrys walked through the market to buy more milk with the money he was able to scrape up. As he walked through he saw Detective questioning ponies. "Oh look it's mister 'duu...I woik awone!' brat!" He mumbled to himself as he walked to the dairy booth. As he purchased his drink he couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation Detective was having.

"Alright carrot top, what did he steal?"

"He stole my favorite drinking glass, and my best Cookie recipe!"

"Wait a minute..." Said Caramel, butting in on the conversation. "He stole my Cookie ingredients!"

"Alright, thank you for your time." Detective said as he started to walk away.

"Pfft..." Berrys thought to himself. "What is he gonna do, make cookies and milk?" He then stopped dead in his tracks. "wait a minute...cookies and milk, and ponies eat that, that is food, food is something crucial to survive...surviving...surviving...everypony needs to survive, and to survive we need..." He thought long and hard before getting a brilliant idea. "That's it!" He yelled before catching up to Detective. "Detective, DETECTIVE!" He then tripped over a rock and went flying right into Detective's back, causing them both to smack the ground.

"Ugh...what do you want this time?" Detective asked.

"I know how we can find this guy!" Berrys replied before getting up and handing a hoof to Detective and helping him up.

"Uh 'we'?" Detective asked in a snarky attitude.

"Yes, I'll only tell you if you let me help you!" He exclaimed in pure confidence.

Detective then sat there and thought for a minute. "Hmm, well...fine! this idea better matter, and if it doesn't, you're out!" He yelled very aggressively. "Now spit it out, what is it?!"

"Alright!" Berrys lit up with joy. Before taking a deep breath. "The answer is..." Next Chapter: 2: It Keeps The Rats Fed Estimated time remaining: 13 Minutes