The depths were alive with the constant, low groan of moving metal. Wandercrab, the colossal city of trash, was shifting again, the eerie sound of rusted debris echoing as it navigated the ocean floor. High atop the city, near the towering Lighthouse, the air crackled with raw energy.

"YEAH! ALMOST GOT IT, BOLT EEL! This old wire is tougher than stale dough!" Electric Eel Cookie boomed, a hearty laugh escaping them as small sparks danced off their hair. Their Pet, Bolt Eel, zipped around them excitedly, leaving trails of flashing light.