I need help! Who stole my Bakewell Tarts (Festive Edition)?

[Wendyer]

I had to go out this afternoon, leaving 5 Festive Edition (aka normal Bakewells with sprinkles on top) Bakewell Tarts behind. And when I got home they had all gone! All. Of. Them. 😮. There are 2 main suspects, both of who deny all knowledge.

Ds2 is a health fanatic. He is a pt, does stupid amounts of exercise, eats plates of broccoli and spinach as a treat etc. On the face of it, not the culprit. However - he does have a sweet tooth. 99.9 % of the time he resists this, but once he indulges, he can't stop, and has been known to splurge.

Ds3 has probably eaten green veg five times in his life, cried once when his pancakes were served with fruit, and hasn't done any exercise since he fell in a ditch in 2020 and his girlfriend dumped him as a result. On the face of it - the obvious culprit. However - he has eaten his body weight in crappy food this Christmas and says he is all sugared out. He also is compulsively honest and just all round nice.

Which one of them did it?!

How I wish I had a sausage! But the image came from tinternet! You boys are gorgeous. The one on the left looks a likely ring leader!

I am so invested in this thread. Wondering what new evidence today will bring now that we have slept on it...

You have dachshunds? There’s your answer. I found mine on two separate occasions on the kitchen table surrounded by the wreckage of a takeaway pizza the first time and a choc fudge cake the second. He’d mountaineered up the table cloth.

There was a mess but you have two and they may work as a team to hide traces. Mine was on his own with only a cat as back up.

I love this thread. As much as I'm enjoying the mystery though, I reeeally want to know more about DS3 falling in a ditch and getting dumped for it??

The only way to catch them in the act in future is putting chilli spice on the bottom of the tarts. That's how my mum found out which one of us was stealing chocolates...

Right this is exactly the thread we need for 2023. Totally invested. And what we must find is the empty Box. If it’s not in the recycling it’s still with the culprit. Check cars, bins, favourite armchair spots - we need to find the BOX.

Can you go and buy another box, offer them round and whoever refuses is obviously guilty

The dogs look cheeky and clever enough to do the deed, but not sneaky enough to hide the box.
Are you sure that you didn't put them somewhere before you left?

This thread is excellent 😁

Gorgeous dogs!

OP, I think you need to call in Miss Maple or Monsieur Poire-Eaux.

I will reply properly later but just to say there are no new clues. However, ds1 isn't taking my calls, and ds2 and 3 have just gone to the Co-op.

Heh this thread is fantastic. THOSE DOGS! 😍😍 They look a little too innocent...

Ohhh is the guilt starting to overwhelm? Have they been compelled to replace like for like in order that their souls might not buckle under the burden??

Or have they just decided that with all this talk of festive bakewell tarts, they really quite fancy some too?

Have you found a ladder yet?

So, slightly suspicious behaviour here on the part of ds2 and 3. They returned from the Co-op with, amongst other things, a box of Bakewell tarts (non Festive edition) 😮 They are both annoyed with me now because I, quite rationally I think, took this as proof of guilt. They are insisting it is no such thing, they have no idea what happened to my tarts, and were just trying to do a nice thing. Hmm ...

I think we can safely rule out ds1 now (and my all-night ladder vigil proved fruitless). The sausages are still not 100% off the hook although the issue of how they accessed the worktop (no tablecloth) and subsequently disposed of all packaging remains. (One of them eats his own poo so I suppose an empty cardboard box would be a breeze).

Ds2 and the girlfriend dumping him - basically they were about as different to each other as 2 people can be. She was very driven and very sporty, and ds2 decided to embrace all her interests. After about 3 months, he was knackered and a shadow of his former sell, but was still valiantly trying to keep up.

They went out for a run one day, and shortly after I got a phone call asking if I could collect him as he'd hurt his ankle. I arrived to find him sitting next to the ditch that had been his downfall, and her standing impatiently next to him. I helped him into the car, she went off to finish her run, and she rang him later that day to say they were incompatible! Which, to be fair, they were.

I think the key here is to get one of them to admit they ate just one of them. That's how I always broke mine. It will allow them to ease some of their guilt but not get the full blame. They will nearly always admit to eating one of them. I think ds2 ate 3 of them and ds3 ate the other 2. I have a lot of experience in both the not eating of things and with my kids and dh also not eating things.

Maybe they moved the festive Bakewell tarts to somewhere lower down, like a coffee table, the dogs ate the tarts, and the boys cleared up the evidence in case they got into trouble for accidentally feeding tarts to dogs?

I'd be champing at the bit - wanting to pin them up against the wall and admit to something rather than being driven insane by wondering if I was going mad!! lol!!
On the plus side you have some more Bakewell Tarts albeit not festive and not decorated with sprinkles!!
But unfortunately in our house all the ACs and GCs know that they can eat anything from our house - when it's gone it's gone!! Even if it were the last Rolo (if I were ever to eat chocolate!!) had I wanted it? Too bad!! It's gone!!
My DH has frequently done this to me when I've gone for the last packet of crisps or whatever and then not told me that we need to buy more just when I really fancy it!!