Pickleologist Cookie adjusted her pickle shaped hat, squinting up at the sweltering sun above Mount Cheddar Valley. “Righto, Cheesebirds! Time to grease those rails with a little syrup ore and a lot of sunshine!” She chirped, brandishing her shovel like a conductor’s baton. A flock of Cheesebirds chirped in response, their beaks clacking against stone as they loaded a carriage with glowing orange Syrup Ore.

“Almozt there, Mizz Pickleologizt Cookie!” Trilled a small Cheesebird, balancing on the cart’s edge. “But the eaztern tunnel’z collapzed again, chirp! The ore’z ztuck!”

Pickleologist Cookie’s eyes sparkled. “Collapsed, eh? Fear not! An archaeologist and a pâtissière knows all about pressure points!” She leapt forward, slamming her shovel into a cracked cheese rock. “Now, on the count of three—PECK those rocks with me!”