A dusty alleyway in the heart of Cookie City. Neon candy signs flicker above, casting colorful glows on the pavement. Steak Cookie leaned against a lamppost, flipping a coin lazily into the air. He was holding a crumpled stack of wanted posters pokes from his duster pocket and chewing on a toothpick.

"Hmm. Nothin’ jumpin’ out today. Bank robbers? Too soft. Cookie Bandit? Pfft- been done. Gotta be somethin’ spicier."