"Mornin'! Mighty fine day, isn't it?" "If you say so. I prefer my days a bit less... doughy." A chuckle echoed through the bakery, bouncing off the walls adorned with antique baking tools and black-and-white photos of the town's Founder's Day parades. "Always the joker, aren't you? Speaking of dough, try my new creation - raspberry Danish swirl. Fresh out of the oven." "You're relentless. But who am I to resist the town's best baker?" The bell above the door jingled as it swung open, announcing a newcomer. A whiff of crisp autumn air mingled with the enticing scent of cinnamon and yeast. "Looks like the Mayor's up early. Probably wants his usual groundhog-sized blueberry muffin." "Now, now, let's not judge. We all have our vices." "True. So, what's the latest gossip from our beloved Mayor?" "Oh, same old, same old. He's still obsessed with that darned missing tourist attraction sign. Thinks it's some conspiracy to drive tourists away from our humble little town." "Missing sign, huh? Sounds like a case to me." "Ha! I knew you couldn't resist a good mystery, Sherlock." "Well, there's nothing like a little intrigue to spice up life in this quaint haven."