The sun rose over Tropical Soda Island, it was almost like yesterday that the island was an archipelago and the Ivory Dragon waged war on Cookiekind. Rambutan Cookie yawned, clutching her breakfast of spiky fruit, as young doughs scrambled to guard their thatched huts. “Remind me again why we have to practice every day?” Muttered Garuda Cookie, a nimble member of the tribe hefting a spear.

“Because!” Shouted Gula Batu Cookie, an upright warrior. “The Violet Dragon’s monsters are never predictable! Last week, a pink blob mimicked a coconutian and nearly tricked you into—”

A high-pitched squawk cut him off. A flock of Rambirdtans zoomed overhead, chirping urgently. “They found something near the cliff cave!” Cried the Rambirdtan Handler.