The sweet aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the cozy bakery, mingling with the hum of conversation and the gentle clinking of cups. Morning sunlight streamed through the large front window, casting a warm glow over the bustling scene. "I heard the police were at the museum last night. Anything to do with the missing artifact?" "Not a word, but I heard Mrs. Whiskers' cat, Fluffy, was wandering around the gallery around closing time." "Fluffy? That cat's always getting into trouble. I'm surprised she didn't knock over a display case." "Well, apparently she did stumble upon something – a torn piece of fabric near the exhibit. The police took it as evidence." "Fabric? You mean from the thief's cloak of invisibility?" "Ha! More like from their cloak of plain old clumsiness. I hear the chief is stumped. No leads, no witnesses, no nothing." "Typical. Just another day in our sleepy little town, where the most excitement we get is a botched robbery and a mischievous cat."