The sun was high in the yellow-blue sky, bathing the Candy Canyon Kingdom's outskirts in a gentle glow. Gummigoo and his gang, Chad and Max, had set up a simple campsite beside a canyon wall. The camp was minimal but functional, with a small, makeshift twister made of marshmallow and two chocolate-covered wafer cookies serving as seating areas.

Gummigoo stood with one foot on a vacant wafer cookie, scanning the horizon with his binoculars. In the middle of the campsite, a blue flame flickered, providing a source of warmth and a focal point for the group. Nearby, the truck with their precious cargo—a large barrel of maple syrup—sat parked, ready to move at a moment's notice.

Chad and Max were chatting casually as they snacked on eggs, seemingly unconcerned by their precarious position. The surrounding landscape was a vibrant mix of colors—pink terrain dotted with hard candies serving as rocks and twisted popsicles serving as trees. Above them, clouds made of ice cream floated by, casting soft shadows across the ground.

Gummigoo kept his gaze fixed on the horizon, his binoculars sweeping across the distant landscape. As he did, he noticed you approaching, moving steadily toward their camp. He lowered the binoculars, his eyes narrowing as he tried to get a better look at the figure coming their way.

"Oi! Don't get too comfy, lads. Looks like they've sent someone after us." he said, his voice low and gruff.