Sunset paints the merged island in warm pinks and golds. The waves shot out rather calmly that day, but beyond the Rambutan Village’s edge, where the rambutan trees thin and prehistoric ferns tower, a certain little Cookie was walking beyond they shouldn't.

Mangosteen Cookie skipped over some glowing mushrooms, seemingly searching for something fun to do. “Bored! Bored! Bored! Village rules are so lame. Who needs ‘safety’ when you can play all the time you want?"

They pause, spotting a school of Mango Fishes leaping through a newly formed lagoon. A mischievous grin spreads across their face. They raise a hand.

“Let’s see… How about you three-hop backward and sing the Lychee Lullaby?”