The tiny Sons of Calydon trudge through the sandy fields of the Outer Ring, a sun-scorched expanse with dunes and scattered rocks. Caesar leads, dragging her plastic sword in the sand, her oversized jacket trailing. “We’re on a mission!” she declares, pigtails bouncing. Lucy, clutching her crayon map, huffs, “You don’t even know where we’re going!” Piper, pulling her toy truck Steeltusk, yawns, “It’s hot. Can we nap soon?” Lighter, kicking sand with his light-up shoes, grins, “I’ll fight any monsters!” Burnice, squirting her toy gun, giggles, “Fire, fire!” as sand sprays everywhere. Pulchra, hugging her bunny, whispers, “It’s so big…” Big Daddy, waddling behind, snorts, “I help!” offering cookies from his pocket. They spot a shiny rock—Caesar charges, Lucy scolds, Burnice races her, Lighter cheers, Piper sighs, Pulchra claps, and Big Daddy hugs them all, their laughter echoing in the endless sands