Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK1DRMXA7CZ8GNCZ0AW9Z0C

"The cinnamon rolls are looking particularly dangerous this morning, aren't they?" "Dangerous is an understatement. If Mrs. Gable eats another one, she'll float straight out the door like a helium balloon. Did you hear about the mayor's prize poodle?" "You mean the one that vanished right before the town parade? I heard Sheriff Miller found its leash tangled in the bunting behind the library." "Exactly. And now everyone is whispering that old Mr. Henderson took him for a walk and got lost. But I saw Henderson at the post office buying birdseed at six this morning. He barely walks to his own mailbox, let alone across town with a frisky poodle." "Maybe the dog just wanted some adventure. Or maybe someone wanted to sabotage the parade. That ribbon means a lot to the Ladies' Garden Club." "Speaking of sabotage, did you see who was lurking near the back alley yesterday evening? A stranger in a grey coat, asking about the bakery's delivery schedule." "I thought that was just the new health inspector. He seemed awfully interested in the flour sacks." "He wasn't inspecting flour. He was measuring the window ledge. Mark my words, this isn't just a missing dog. Something bigger is baking in this town, and it isn't sourdough." "Well, whatever it is, I hope it waits until after the rush. I can't solve a mystery on an empty stomach."