Flour dusted the air as the mixer whirred to life, its sweet melody filling the cozy bakery. The scent of freshly baked croissants wafted from the oven, making stomachs growl with anticipation. "I swear, I don't know how you do it, but these smell even better than usual." "Thanks, I think it's the new butter we're using. It gives them a richer flavor." "I'll have to take a few dozen home to Tom. He's been stressing about the upcoming festival, and a little pastry therapy is just what he needs." "Ha! Well, I'm happy to help. We should make some special festival treats, too. Maybe some sugar cookies with the town's logo on them?" "That's a great idea! I can see it now: 'Welcome to Oakwood' in icing letters. We'll be the talk of the festival." As the mixer continued to whir, a sudden jolt shook the bakery. The lights flickered and the oven sputtered. "What on earth...? It sounds like something exploded in the back room."