And now… Fillmore.

Today's episode: A Wurm in Our Midst

Act 1: Justice Overdue

Tony Clementina was a regular thug, a delinquent who always chose the wrong path. In his latest get-rich-quick scheme, he stole all the shuffleboard sticks from the team that owned them and held them for ransom. However, he did not anticipate the arrival of the Safety Patrol; more specifically, his nemesis, Cornelius Fillmore.

Fillmore and Ingrid chased Clementina all the way from his backyard to the school. Along the way, he didn't anticipate another snag: Edward Nygma.

Edward was just casually walking across the school cafetorium where a few clubs were gathering when suddenly, Clementina burst through and bumped into him.

"Excuse me!" Edward shouted while on the ground.

"Excuse yourself!" Clementina replied as he continued his chase until he got caught by the entire Safety Patrol team. They grabbed a banner and wrapped it around him keeping him in place.

While Clementina was getting caught, Ingrid decided to help Edward up. "Sorry about that, Ed."

"How many times has that guy violated the rules only to get caught? He should know by now that…" Ed stopped himself keeping his eyes up.

"Is something wrong?" Ingrid asked.

"Riddle me this, Ingrid." Ed said. "What do you do to a crib while the baby inside is crying?"

"Huh?" Ingrid asked. "I don't know. You… rock it, I guess?"

"Exactly. Rocket." Ed pointed up at the ceiling.

Ingrid followed Ed's finger and spotted something lodged at the very top. It looked like a blue rocket with a red tip and bottom. It was small, but noticeable to anyone who was looking up there.

"What is that?" Ingrid asked.

"Good question." Ed answered.

"You all okay?" Fillmore asked approaching his partner and consultant.

"Yeah." Ingrid said.

Ed meanwhile had his eyes fixed on the rocket lodged above. His curiosity had the best of him.

While Fillmore and Ingrid escorted Clementina to the holding cell at the station, Ed called up the janitor to remove the rocket he and Ingrid found. He took a closer look at it and saw the label "Carbee Cola" printed on it along with a white stain on it. After retrieving it, Ed headed over to the Safety Patrol station and gave it to Ingrid, who proceeded to examine it.

"What do you make of it?" Ed asked.

"It looks like pudding… or custard." Ingrid said.

"A rocket with a custard stain on it found in the ceiling of the cafetorium?" Ed asked. "That sounds like a sentence found on a finished mad lib."

Ingrid removed herself from her desk and approached the forensic area. "Hey, Tehama."

"Yeah, Ingrid?" Tehama said.

"This might sound weird, but has anything big gone down in the cafetorium involving pudding or custard?"

"Try the biggest custard spill in human history." Tehama answered.

"Custard spill?" Ed asked. "How does that work?"

"It happened last year. It was a project done by Harvey Dent, who today is our student council president. Back then, he was a star pupil in home economics. He wanted to showcase his talent with a world record for the largest bowl of custard. He was about to dump in the last batch which would have put him over the top. But something happened. The platform holding the giant bowl gave way. The cafetorium was flooded with three feet of the stuff for two days. And that gunk was all natural. No preservatives."

"Did anyone ever find out what happened?" Ingrid asked.

Tehama shook her head. "Supposedly, the platform's legs just buckled. But then again, platforms just aren't designed to hold that much custard, you know."

Ingrid and Ed shared a look that said there was probably more to the story. They knew they needed to look more into this.

Meanwhile, Vallejo stepped out of his office just as Renee Montoya walked past. He stopped her by saying, "Montoya, there you are."

Renee turned to the chief. "Yes, sir?"

"I need you over to the detention center. Vic Sage summoned you."

Renee widened her eyes. "Sage? What does he want?"

"Didn't say. I'd be careful if I was you. Remember how nutty that guy can be."

Vic Sage sat in his solitary desk looking over papers when the door opened up. He raised his eyes seeing Renee walk in.

"Ah, Officer Montoya. Thank you for answering my summons."

"What's this about?" Montoya asked.

"You remember our agreement a while back? Where if I needed your help, you'd provide? And you accepted? Well, I need a favor."

"What kind of favor?" Montoya asked.

"There's a book in the library. The call number is AA 02 A3. I need you to check it out and bring it to me."

Montoya looked confused. "That's it? You call in a favor just for me to bring you a book?"

"Yeah." Sage scratched his head embarrassingly. "I may have gotten my library privileges suspended for ripping out too many pages. Don't worry though. I promise not to rip any pages out of this one."

"Okay…" Montoya said unsure. "Is there anything special about this book?"

"Let's just say this particular book may tell more than one story." Sage replied. "That's all for now."

Montoya raised her eyebrow before heading on out.

Ed Nygma spent a bit of time in the computer lab going through the web. He was researching a certain topic and got his answer. It was simple for him to print it out on paper.

"Carbee Cola." Ed said seeing the soda on the website article, which he then folded and put into his pocket. "Should be a clue there somewhere. I don't know why, but I feel personally interested in this little mystery."

Ed just left the lab when suddenly, he was caught by surprise by Fillmore and Ingrid, who were running right past him. He stumbled and almost fell, but managed to save himself before catching up with them.

"Hey!" he cried out. "Where's the fire?!"

"Sorry, Ed! Emergency!" Fillmore replied keeping up his running pace.

"What emergency?" Ed asked.

"The station's packed with overdue library book tickets!" Ingrid answered. "There's just too many tall stacks! We shouldn't have that much!"

Ed and the officers rushed over to the library doors and slammed them open. When they entered, they dropped their jaws at what they saw, or rather, what they didn't see.

All across the library, every last bookshelf was empty. No books were anywhere in sight. Not one scrap of paper was left.

"Hey, guys. I was just coming by to check out…" Montoya said walking in behind them. She stopped herself seeing the lack of books. "What the heck?! What's going on?!"

"Looks like all the books are gone." Ed said.

"Yes." Sobbed a man at the front desk. It was Lendrum, the librarian, who was sobbing at the lack of books everywhere. "I knew you'd be here sooner or later, Fillmore."

"Mr. Lendrum, where are all the books?" Fillmore asked.

"I… I don't know." Lendrum choked up trying to hold back his sorrowful tears.