It was a dark and stormy morning, and Detective Bob sat at his desk, contemplating his life choices.

He had always dreamed of solving high-profile murder cases, but instead, he found himself stuck in the sleepy town of Oakdale, dealing with petty thefts and the occasional cat stuck in a tree.

As he sipped his lukewarm coffee, he couldn't help but feel like he was wasting his exceptional detective skills.

Suddenly, a frantic Mrs. Higgins burst through the door, her gray hair disheveled and her eyes wild with worry. "Detective Bob, it's happened! The unthinkable has occurred!" she wailed, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Bob raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the drama. "What seems to be the problem, Mrs. Higgins?" he asked, trying to sound concerned.

Mrs. Higgins took a deep breath before blurting out the devastating news: "My jelly-filled donut has gone missing!"

Bob's eyes widened in mock horror. A missing donut? This was a case he couldn't refuse, especially since it was a jelly-filled.

He had a weakness for jelly-filled donuts, and the thought of someone stealing one was nothing short of a crime against humanity.

"I'm on the case, Mrs. Higgins," Bob declared, trying to sound serious. "Tell me, when did you first notice the donut was missing?"

Mrs. Higgins thought for a moment before responding, "I had it on my kitchen counter last night, and this morning, it was gone! I've looked everywhere, including the pantry, the fridge, even the trash cans. It's nowhere to be found!"

Bob nodded sympathetically, taking notes on his pad. "I see. Do you have any suspects in mind? I mean, is there somebody who's threatened you lately or mischievous enough to do this kind of thing, that you can think of?"

Mrs. Higgins' eyes narrowed. "I suspect it was that scoundrel, Mr. Johnson, from next door. He's always sneaking around, looking for trouble. I've seen him eyeing my baked goods before."

Bob's ears perked up at the mention of a suspect. This was getting interesting. "I'll make sure to pay Mr. Johnson a visit," he said, trying to sound menacing.

As Bob set out to investigate, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. This was the most thrilling case he'd had in months, and he was determined to crack it.

He arrived at Mr. Johnson's house, a small, cozy bungalow with a garden full of cat statues. Mr. Johnson answered the door, looking like the epitome of innocence. "Can I help you, Detective?" he asked, his voice dripping with sweetness.

Bob flashed his best detective smile. "I'm investigating a missing donut, Mr. Johnson. A jelly-filled donut, to be precise. Do you know anything about it?"

Mr. Johnson's eyes widened in feigned shock. "A missing donut? Oh dear, that's terrible! I had nothing to do with it, of course. I'm a respectable citizen, Detective."

Bob raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "I've received reports that you've been seen eyeing Mrs. Higgins' baked goods before. Care to explain?"

Mr. Johnson chuckled. "Oh, that? I was just admiring her... um... gardening skills. Yes, that's it. I'm a great admirer of gardening."

Bob wasn't buying it. He decided to search Mr. Johnson's house, looking for any signs of donut-related evidence.

As he rummaged through the kitchen, he found a telltale crumb on the counter. It was a jelly-filled donut crumb, and it was fresh.

"Ah-ha!" Bob exclaimed, triumphant. "I've found the evidence I need, Mr. Johnson. You're under arrest for donut theft!"

Mr. Johnson looked sheepish, but Bob could see a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "I guess I got caught," he said, shrugging.

As Bob led Mr. Johnson away in handcuffs, Mrs. Higgins appeared, a look of satisfaction on her face. "I knew it was him," she said, wagging her finger.

But just as Bob was about to book Mr. Johnson, a small voice piped up from behind the couch. "Um, excuse me, Detective?"

Bob turned to see a fluffy white cat emerging from its hiding spot. The cat was covered in jelly-filled donut crumbs, and its paws were sticky with sugar.

"Ah, I think we have our real culprit," Bob said, laughing.

It turned out that Mr. Johnson's mischievous cat, Snowball, had been the one stealing the donut. Mr. Johnson had been trying to cover for the cat, but Bob's exceptional detective skills had foiled the plan.

As Bob returned to the station, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Who would have thought that a missing donut would lead to a cat in handcuffs? He made a mental note to add "donut thief" to Snowball's rap sheet.

The case of the missing donut was closed, and Bob had solved it with his trademark wit and charm.

As he sat at his desk, munching on a freshly baked jelly-filled donut (courtesy of Mrs. Higgins), he couldn't help but feel grateful for the silly, ridiculous cases that made his job so entertaining.

After all, in the world of Detective Bob, even the most mundane mysteries could lead to the most hilarious and unexpected conclusions.

And that was the icing on the donut, or should he say, the jelly filling?