Prologue
"Eva, give me the details about the newest robbery." Classified said, strolling into the room with his paws crossed behind his back.
The owl nodded, typing on her keyboard until a set of pictures sprung up on the touch-screen wall. A few trucks, a vat of pink fluid, a pony by a snowcone, unicorns, slabs of glass, and a circled sheep. "There has been a theft of an entire shipment of Maguffium straight from the distillery lab."
"Maguffium?" He touched a paw to his chin as he thought. "What exactly can that be used for?"
"Oh well, it's an extremely versatile chemical compound, sir."
"Eva, I asked for its utilization not a definition."
"Could...Could I perhaps put in a word?" A small royal penguin with a pink ribbon tied into a bow around her neck poked her head around the corner of the desk. "I'm quite familiar with Maguffium, sir."
Classified looked down at her and huffed. "Tracey, wasn't it? If you want to be helpful, go waddle along and fetch me a cuppa tea and stop eavesdropping."
"It's Trixy...You know that…" She grumbled, waddling away from them. She brushed her yellow feather bangs away from her eyes as she wandered down the hall. Get him tea? That wasn't in her job description. It was NEVER in her job description, but did he ever acknowledge this? Noooo. Of course not.
For a moment she paused, glancing towards the break room before putting her beak in the air and instead waddling to a filing room. "I want to be more helpful than just a tea gofor and if he won't listen to what I may know, then...Then I'll take what I know and put it to use myself." She nodded. "Then he'll have no choice but to see I'm worth more than getting him a cuppa tea."
Trixy grinned to herself and waddled into the room. She looked at the cabinets thoughtfully before taking out a small notepad and pen from her feet. "Let's see...Maguffium." She adds the word to her notes before reading over the other recently stolen objects. Metal ores, glass, spools of wires, and—
She squinted at her notes. "Did I seriously draw a unicor—OH! That one crate of Lunacorns. Right, right." She scratched her head with her pen. "Those really are materials that could be used to make almost anything. And yet, maybe the clue isn't in what was taken but rather how they were?"
Trixy tapped her pen to the pad. "I know they said there were no prints at the scene but there were—" She gasped and slid over to a filing cabinet, pulling out a drawer and flicking through the files. She pulled out a particular purple file and laid it flat on the floor. She then spread the contents over the floor, tail wagging gleefully.
"I think I know who's doing this and it sure as Buckingham isn't a sheep." She snorted. "...I could go back and tell them, but they won't listen to me." She closed the file. "I'll just have to investigate this on my own. That would be stealthier anyhow."