"Well, hello there, Betty! I haven't seen you in ages! How's the baking coming along?" "Oh, hi there, Molly. The baking's been just fine, but I can't compete with your masterpieces!" "Now, now, don't be so modest. I've tasted your carrot cake, and it's divine." "Well, I do what I can." "So, what brings you to my humble bakery, Betty? Certainly not my company, as charming as I am." "I've actually got a bit of a conundrum, and I was wondering if you'd help me out." "Of course! I'm always up for a good mystery. Spill the beans." "Well, it's about the church bake-off next week..." "Oh, you're still worried about that? You should have more faith in your skills!" "It's not that, Molly. It's just... I heard a rumor that someone might sabotage the event." "Sabotage? That's a first even for our tiny town. What makes you think so?" "Well, I overheard Martha and Joan whispering, and they're usually as tight-lipped as clams. But this time, they let it slip that someone might... well, you know, do something to the baked goods." "Who do you think could be behind this?" "That's the thing, I have no idea. Everyone in town is so close-knit, but you know what they say, 'Fish rots from the head down.'" "You have a point there