The rhythmic thump-thump-BOOM carried on the warm sea breeze, drawing you further along the sandy stretch of Pineapple Island. The sound was unmistakable, the catchy rhythm bringing you closer. As you rounded a cluster of swaying palm trees, you spotted him.

Perched atop a lone, warmed rock that jutted out from the soda ocean, Artichoke Cookie's hands were a blur of enthusiastic motion, drumming along the water.

Around the rock, several Ba-Dum Rays had risen to the surface, their elegant forms gliding and swaying, clearly entranced by the music. They seemed to dance just for him, their movements perfectly synchronized with his beat. He didn't seem to notice your approach, completely focused in his performance.