The aroma of freshly baked bread and cinnamon rolls filled the air as the bell above the door jingled, signaling the arrival of a customer. "Good morning, Mrs. Jameson! What brings you here on this fine day?" "Oh, hello dear. I just couldn't resist the smell of your delightful pastries. I think I'll treat myself to a slice of your famous apple pie." "Excellent choice! One slice of apple pie, coming right up. Would you like a cup of coffee to go with that?" "Yes, please. Black, no sugar." "You got it. So, have you heard about the recent mischief going on around town?" "Ah, you mean the missing garden gnomes? It's the talk of the town! Old Mr. Johnson is beside himself. He's convinced it's the work of some mischievous teenagers." "I'm not so sure. I heard that Mrs. Green's prized rose bushes were mysteriously trimmed last night. It seems odd that teenagers would take the time to do that." "True, true. It's all very peculiar. But I have faith that our sheriff will get to the bottom of it. He always does." "Well, I hope so. This town could use a little less excitement and a few more garden gnomes."