Scooby was a naughty elf, always looking out for some fun.
One fine morning, he saw Mrs. Big Ears keep a tray of jam tarts to cool on her window sill.
“Ooooh! Nobody makes jam tarts like Mrs Big Ears.” Scooby said to himself.
When Mrs Big Ears came out, she noticed the tarts missing from the tray. “Who could have taken my tarts? All six of them.” She was very angry and marched up to Mr Buzz, the policeman.
‘Somebody has run off with my jam tarts. Mr Buzz, you must find the thief!’ she cried.
‘Certainly, Mrs Big Ears. We don’t like thieves in Elf land.’
Mrs Big Ears went home. But Mr Buzz wondered, ‘Who is the thief?
How do I solve the mystery of the jam tarts?’
Soon Mr Buzz was walking his beat down Main street.
Vrooom!! Somebody crashed into Mr Buzz! Thud! Bang! The policeman fell on his back and somebody fell on top of him.
“Hey!” shouted Mr Buzz and took a tight hold of the person. He pulled him up and saw a familiar face.
“Scooby!! What are you doing running at top speed and breaking the law?” said Mr Buzz loudly. “And what is bulging in your pockets?”
‘I…er…I…’
“What is in here?” Mr Buzz asked, digging into Scooby’s pockets. “What’s this?” The policeman’s hand was covered with a pink, gooey thing. He took it to his nose. “This smells like jam! In fact, just like Mrs Big Ears’ special jam!”
“No…I… didn’t…” stammered Scooby.
“Oh yes, you did. You stole the jam tarts. I have solved the mystery now.” Mr Buzz was smug.”Come along, Mr Scooby Thief. Let’s go to the police station and you will pay Mrs Big Ears for her jam tarts.”
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