The bell above the door tinkled as a gust of crisp autumn air swept into Sweetie Pie's Bakery. The aroma of freshly baked cinnamon rolls mingled with the scent of brewing coffee. "Did you hear about old Mrs. Finch?" "No, what happened? Is she alright?" "She claims someone's been sneaking into her garden at night and stealing her prize-winning roses." "You don't say! Who would do such a thing?" "That's the mystery. She swears she saw a shadowy figure darting away last night, but couldn't make out who it was." "Hmm, do you think it could be that new fellow who moved in down the street? He's been asking around about local gardening clubs." "Maybe. Or it could be Sally from the florist shop. I hear she's desperate to win the autumn flower show this year." "Oh my, I hope it's not poor Sally. She's such a dear." "Well, whoever it is, they'd better watch out. I heard Chief Thompson is taking it seriously. He's even set up a stakeout in Mrs. Finch's yard." "A stakeout? For missing roses? Only in Millbrook Springs!" "You said it. Now, how about a slice of that apple pie? I'm famished after all this gossip."