"Morning, sunshine. The usual?" "Please, with an extra dash of cinnamon today." "You got it. So, what's the gossip around town?" "Well, if you haven't heard, old Mrs. Jenkins' prized rose bush was uprooted last night." "Her prized rose bush? The one she won the county fair with three years running?" "That's the one. She's in a tizzy, thinks it's some sort of crime." "A crime? Who would do such a thing?" "That's what everyone's wondering. Some say it's the new family that moved in on Elm Street. You know, the ones with the city slicker shoes and the weird accents." "Oh, come now. You can't blame them just because they're new in town." "Maybe not, but something's fishy. Mrs. Jenkins swears she saw a shadowy figure in her garden around midnight." "A shadowy figure? This is starting to sound like one of those mystery novels you're always reading." "Well, stranger things have happened in this town. Remember the case of the missing cat?" "How could I forget? The whole town was in an uproar for weeks." "Exactly. And who solved that mystery? Me. So, I'm taking this rose bush business seriously." "Here's your cinnamon roll, extra cinnamon. I'll keep my ears open, just in case." "That's the spirit. We'll get to the bottom of this, I'm sure."