The bell above the door tinkled as a gust of autumn air swept into Sweetie Pie's Bakery. The aroma of cinnamon and freshly baked bread filled the cozy space. "Well, if it isn't Nancy Drew herself! What brings you sniffing around my humble establishment today?" "Very funny, Marge. I'm just here for my usual blueberry muffin and a coffee. Although, now that you mention it, I did hear some interesting gossip about old Mr. Peterson's missing antique watch." "Oh, honey, you don't want to go digging into that mess. That cranky old coot probably just misplaced it and forgot." "Maybe, but it's been in his family for generations. He seemed pretty upset when I ran into him at the post office yesterday." "Well, I suppose if anyone can crack the case, it's you. Just don't go getting yourself into trouble again. I'm running out of free cookies to bribe Officer Jenkins with when he comes looking for you." "Your concern is touching, Marge. Now, about that muffin..." "Coming right up, detective. Just promise me you'll be careful, okay?" "Always am. It's not like trouble follows me around or anything." "Keep telling yourself that, dear. Keep telling yourself that."