The aroma of freshly baked cinnamon rolls filled the cozy confines of the Sunflower Bakery, where soft jazz played in the background. "Did you hear about Old Man Thompson's cat?" "Again? I swear, that cat gets into more trouble than anyone else in Maplewood." "This time, it turned up at Mrs. Pellegrini's, covered in flour." "In the flour? The bakery thief strikes again!" "Exactly. Mrs. Pellegrini found paw prints all over her counter." "Wasn’t she missing a pie last month, too?" "Yes! And she swore she heard a ghost in the back room. Now I’m thinking it was just Whiskers on a heist." "I bet Old Man Thompson won't believe it." "He hasn’t yet. Claims Whiskers is too old for such shenanigans." "Too old? That feline’s stealing pies like a pro. He should be the face of a baking competition." "Imagine it—Maplewood's Most Mischievous Mascot. He’d win paws down." "Speaking of mischievous, did you finish that pie yet?" "For you? I might have saved a slice or two." "You mean for Whiskers, right? Better guard it before we find paw prints on our own plates." "I wouldn’t put it past him. Perhaps I should set a trap with an extra slice." "Or a tiny cat-sized detective badge. He seems keen on solving pie mysteries—or causing them."