**The Great Donut Debacle**
It was just a typical Monday morning at the Bureau of Investigation. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the donut box on the break room counter was empty... again.
Captain Johnson was at his wit's end. "Who locked the door?" he bellowed, slamming his fist on the table.
His trusty sidekick, Detective Rodriguez, looked up from his coffee cup. "Uh, I think it was... uh... Jenkins, sarge?"
Jenkins, the new intern, looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "I-I-I didn't lock it, sarge! I swear, I was just... uh... admiring the donut's aesthetic."
The tension was palpable. The air was thick with anticipation. And then, just as it seemed like things were about to get out of hand... the door swung open and in walked the Donut Kingpin, a man of mystery and cunning.
"You'll never take me alive!" he declared, brandishing a tray of freshly baked donuts.
It was clear that the game was afoot. Who locked the door and who gets to keep the last donut? Only time (and a healthy dose of caffeine) would tell.