Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95BX9ZMDNQ2BDZ5BKTAZ1D

The aroma of freshly baked sourdough mingled with the sweet scent of vanilla, wrapping around the small bakery like a comforting hug. Sunlight poured through the front windows, illuminating motes of flour dancing in the air above the bustling counter. "Isn't that Mrs. Gable's new poodle outside?" "Cute little fluffball, isn't he? She brought him in just yesterday for a pup-sicle. Called him Marmalade." "Marmalade? Rather unconventional for a poodle. And she certainly looks… flustered." "Well, she *did* misplace her prize-winning petunias last night. Accused the squirrels again, but they looked rather neatly dug up, if you ask me." "Neatly? Like someone used a trowel?" "Precisely. And now her prize-winning ceramic gnome, Barnaby, is gone too." "Barnaby? Oh dear. The one with the jaunty red hat?" "The very one. Called the police, she did. They told her gnomes aren't exactly high priority." "I suppose not. Still, losing two beloved garden residents in one night… it's unsettling, isn't it? Especially for such a quiet street." "Very. And you know how Mrs. Gable is with her garden. She treats it like royalty." "Definitely a mystery brewing. Maybe Marmalade will sniff out a clue."