"Did you hear about Mrs. Thornton's missing cat?" "Not again! Wasn't that the fourth time this month?" "Fifth, actually. I think there's something fishy going on." "Well, if it isn't Buster, she’s lost her marbles. How's she taking it?" "Surprisingly well. I found her in here nibbling on a scone as if nothing happened." "Maybe those lavender scones have mystical powers." "Or she's just used to his Houdini antics by now. Have you tried the new cinnamon rolls?" "Not yet, but they smell divine. Anyway, do you think someone’s taking Buster?" "Could be. I saw a mysterious car parked near her house last night." "You should tell Constable Martin. He might actually do his job for once." "Maybe. But what if it's just a coincidence?" "In Lostwood Grove? Coincidences are as rare as a chocolate tea kettle." "Touché. Alright, I’ll drop by the station later. Speaking of mysteries, did you solve your donut dilemma?" "I did, actually! It was Margaret switching the labels in a sleep-deprived daze." "Hilarious. I bet she felt terrible." "She was mortified, bless her heart. Offered to bake an entire new batch to make up for it." "Well, isn't that just the cherry on top of today's drama?" "Indeed it is. Let's hope Buster turns up soon."