"Did you hear about Mrs. Thompson's missing cat?" "Missing? I thought she just let it roam around." "Not this time. She swears someone took it." "Who would steal a cat in this town? Everyone knows everyone." "That's what makes it so strange. She found a note on her porch." "A note? What did it say?" "Something like, 'If you want to see Whiskers again, bring a dozen of your famous apple pies to the old mill.'" "You're kidding. That sounds like a bad movie plot." "I know, right? But Mrs. Thompson is beside herself. She came in here this morning, ordered a dozen pies, and left in a hurry." "Did she say anything else?" "Just that she hoped it was a prank. But she looked really worried." "Poor Mrs. Thompson. Whiskers is like her child." "Exactly. And you know how she is about her pies. She wouldn't just give them away." "Do you think we should do something? Maybe follow her to the mill?" "Maybe. But what if it's dangerous?" "Then we call the sheriff. But we can't just sit here and do nothing." "Alright, let's finish up here and head over. If nothing else, we can keep an eye on her." "Agreed. Let's hope it's just a prank."