The vault door of Doux Sugar & Co. creaked open as Walnut’s massive hammer crashed into its lock. “Almost there,” rumbled the beaver as nearby, Peanut scurried, nervously adjusting their cloak. “W-what if the cops catch us? Or worse- Someone doesn't see how cute I am!” They whispered, darting glances at the dusty security cameras.

“Relax,” said Cashew. “If we get caught, I’ll just bake our way out! Mmm… these shelves have terrible ambiance for tastings…” They twirled their golden spoon, smearing jam onto a display of macarons. “Also, I feel like you wouldn't want to be seen now even if it's for cuteness..."