Seven-year-old Timmy was not just any ordinary boy. He was known as the neighborhood detective; a role he took very seriously. He wore his detective hat and carried his magnifying glass everywhere.

Today was no different. Timmy's neighbor, Betty, had a case for him. Betty's favorite juice box was missing from her lunchbox. She was sure she had packed it.

Timmy took out his notepad and pencil, and began to question Betty. He needed to gather all the crucial information. He asked when she had last seen her juice box.

Betty remembered packing her juice box into her unicorn lunch box right after breakfast. Her face wrinkled in worry as she described the juice box as being "juicy and red."

Timmy jotted down the information and began his investigation. His first point of action was to inspect the lunchbox. He carefully opened it and smelled the inside.

A faint fruity smell persisted. But the juice box was definitely not there. He looked at Betty, raised an eyebrow, and told her he was on the case.

His investigation took him to the kitchen next. He found a crumpled juice box in the trash bin. His eyes widened. Could this be the missing juice box?

He picked it up and examined it. But it was a different brand. Disappointed, he continued his search. Betty watched him from a distance, her fingers crossed.

Timmy moved to the dining room next. Amid a cluster of toys, he found an empty juice box. His heart raced. He lifted it with his pencil to inspect further.

But again, it was a different brand. Timmy heaved a sigh. This detective work was proving to be harder than he thought. But he wasn’t going to give up.

His final stop was Betty's room. He noticed something under her bed. It was a cardboard box. Could the juice box be hiding in there?

The box was full of toys and crumbs, but no juice box. Timmy scratched his head. He reassured Betty he would solve the mystery and find her juice box.

Suddenly, Timmy remembered something. He asked Betty if she had any pets. Betty nodded and introduced him to her furry cat, Snowball.

The mystery deepened. Could Snowball be the answer to this puzzle? Timmy decided to follow Snowball around to see if she gave away any clues.

Snowball moseyed around the house. She stopped by a corner, sniffed, and pawed at something. Timmy rushed over and saw a red paper straw.

He picked it up and his eyes sparkled. This straw was identical to Betty's missing juice box! He thanked Snowball for her help and rushed to Betty.

Betty was ecstatic when Timmy told her that they were onto something. Together, they followed Snowball, who led them straight to the backyard.

There, under the shade of a large oak tree, was the missing juice box. Good old Snowball had taken it to her favorite spot in the yard.

Timmy retrieved the juice box and handed it back to Betty. Betty’s face lit up with joy as she hugged her juice box.

She thanked Timmy for solving the mystery and Timmy gave a triumphant grin. He had done it again - solved another case successfully.

Betty promised to keep her juice boxes safe from Snowball in the future and Timmy decided to give Snowball a little treat for the unintentional help.

Laughing together, Timmy and Betty thanked Snowball as they went back inside. It was another successful mystery solved and a day well spent.

Later that night, as Timmy got ready for bed, he removed his detective hat and placed it on his nightstand along with the magnifying glass.

He laid back and stared at his trusty tools. Another mystery was solved, another happy friend was made. Satisfied, he closed his eyes, ready for tomorrow's adventure.

With a gentle smile on his face, seven-year-old detective Timmy drifted to sleep, ready to wake up to another day full of mysteries and adventures.