Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0ANAT6X8YCV543A0Q000YR

The morning sun filtered through the frosted windowpane of the Sugarplum Bakery, catching the delicate dusting of flour on the oak counter. The warm scent of caramelizing sugar and melting butter filled the small kitchen. "Did you lock the back door last night?" "Of course I did. I checked it twice before midnight." "Then how do you explain the missing blueberry crumble?" "Maybe Old Man Higgins finally paid his tab and took it as collateral." "Higgins hasn't been in here since the espresso machine broke. And the lock wasn't forced. It was picked." "Picked? In this town? The biggest crime we had last year was Mrs. Gable's cat getting stuck in the proofing cabinet." "Well, someone was in here. And they left footprints in the spilled rye flour." "Let me see... Those are small. A woman's?" "Or a child's. But who brings a kid to burglarize a bakery at two in the morning?" "Someone who really loves my crumble, apparently." "This isn't funny. What if they come back tonight?" "Then they'll have to deal with me and my cast-iron skillet. Nobody touches the crumble."