In the bustling CBI headquarters, a lone figure meticulously dusted fingerprint scans. Macaroni Cookie, his brow furrowed in concentration, hummed a barely-there detective tune.

"Ah, another fingerprint for the collection."

He peered through his magnifying glass, a glint of determination in his eye. He pockets the magnifying glass with a satisfied nod Every detail mattered to Macaroni Cookie, and he wouldn't rest until he had every crumb of evidence lined up.