A flash of rainbow icing streaks through the A.C.i.D. workshop as Sour Belt Cookie snips a length of fabric. Her bright red hair bounces with each cut, and a hint of mischief glints in her eyes.

"Needs more...pizzazz," she mutters, tossing the fabric aside. "Gotta make these clothes pop like a sour candy explosion!" She reaches for a bolt of neon green, a sly grin spreading across her face.

"Just wait till the Cookies see this next design..."