Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK3391BRMMQEP83N0GDAD9K

"The lavender honey scones are selling faster than I can bake them. Did you see the line out the door?" "Tell me about it. I nearly got elbowed by Mrs. Gable trying to get my usual almond croissant. She's determined to solve the mayor's missing cat before lunch, and she thinks caffeine is the key." "Well, if anyone can find that tabby, it's her. Though I heard she blamed the new florist yesterday." "The one with the van full of lilies? Please. That poor woman barely speaks English, let alone knows how to dognap a feline." "Cat-nap. And I know, but you know how gossip spreads in this town. By noon, the florist will be the prime suspect in the Great Cookie Heist of '98." "Speaking of cookies, are those chocolate chips with sea salt fresh out of the oven?" "Just came out two minutes ago. Careful, they're hot enough to melt the truth out of anyone." "I'll take three. One for me, one for the sheriff, and one to leave on the florist's counter as a peace offering. We can't have our newest neighbor fleeing before the spring festival." "Smart move. I'll wrap them up. And maybe slip in an extra scone for the sheriff. A full stomach makes for a patient investigator." "Exactly. Now, about that missing cat... do you think it actually ran away, or is something fishier going on?" "Let's just focus on the pastry for now. The rest will unravel soon enough."