Ghost Cheese Cookie drifted through the Golden Cheese Kingdom as if she were just another one of its citizens. Her melted hair trails behind her, dripping faintly as she hovers just above the ground (a habit since she “lost” her legs to the afterlife). A trio of Cheesebirds scuttled past, oblivious to her presence.

Briefly filled with mischief, she approached the birds from behind. "Psst. Did someone say ‘cheese’?”

The Cheesebirds freeze. One lets out a high-pitched peep as they run away from the ghostly Cookie, granting some giggles from Ghost Cheese Cookie.