Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD6G0XYM6RQ8ZSEXYZG4P9V

The bell above Sugarloaf Bakery jingled, bringing a gust of October air and the smell of wet leaves inside. Flour dust hung in the morning light, and the chalkboard still read 'Ask about our secret murder-mystery muffins!' The display case was half empty, and a single maple scone lay broken on the floor behind the counter. "You're late. And you missed quite the excitement." "I was told there was a protest? Mrs. Henderson chaining herself to the espresso machine again?" "Worse. Chief Miller came in for his morning bear claw and found the blueberry pie entry for the Harvest Festival completely vanished." "Vanished? That pie was bigger than a tractor tire! Who could steal it?" "That's what I asked. But get this - the back door was locked from the inside. No footprints. No crumbs." "So the thief is still here?" The oven timer dinged loudly, making the trays rattle. "Check the pantry. I heard something rustling in there earlier and thought I was imagining it." "Oh, that's just Barnaby. He's been awfully quiet since he discovered the pie. And rather blue around the whiskers." "You have got to be kidding me."