“Did you hear about Mrs. Pritchard?” “Oh, the one with the cat that steals everyone’s sandwiches?” “Yes! But it’s worse than that. I ran into her at the post office, and she said her cat is missing.” “No way! That furry menace? How can a cat be missing when it’s always in someone’s lunch?” “Apparently, it took off last Friday. She thinks it might be hiding in the old barn by the mill.” “Don’t tell me she wants us to help find it? I can’t spend another afternoon chasing a cat.” “I think she’s relying on our reputation as the town’s unofficial detectives.” “Right, because solving the case of the missing tuna sandwich was such a triumph.” “I thought we did quite well! If we hadn’t been so busy rescuing that sandwich, we might’ve caught it.” “True, true. But what’s worse? The mystery of the missing cat or the mystery of who keeps stealing her scones?” “You mean the scone bandit? Oh, that’s definitely a case worth investigating!” “Priorities, my friend. Let’s finish these blueberry muffins first. Detective work on an empty stomach is a recipe for disaster.”