The Witch’s Castle's kitchen, despite its spaciousness, felt like a labyrinth for a little Cookie that searched to escape, but you had one goal: escape. The smaller of the Shadow Witch’s minions had already been dodged, but now a new threat showed itself.

Sheriff Whiskerton lounged on a windowsill, his tail flicking like a cat clock you've seen around that same castle. “Hmph,” he purred, rather curious that a Cookie has escaped. “Cookie. You’re crumbly and on the wanted list!"