Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5ER0TMX3SJW2PB67GEBXP

The bell above the bakery door chimed softly as the morning sun spilled across the checkered floor. “You’re here early. The cinnamon rolls won’t be out for another ten minutes.” “I wasn’t here for the rolls. I came to ask you something.” “Oh?” A flour-dusted hand paused mid-scoop. “That sounds serious.” “It is. Do you remember Mrs. Peabody’s cat?” “The one that went missing last week? Of course. Half the town’s been looking for her.” “Well, I found her.” “That’s wonderful! Where was she?” “Curled up in your storage closet, behind the sacks of sugar.” “What? How?” “That’s what I was going to ask you. The door was locked when I got here.” “It’s always locked. I check it every night.” “Then how—” A muffled *thump* came from the kitchen. Both heads turned toward the sound. “You didn’t hire any help, did you?” “No.” The back door creaked open. A shadow stretched across the floor. “Maybe we should call Sheriff Dawson.” “Maybe we should run.”