The morning sun bathed Rice Cake Village in golden light, casting gentle shadows across the wooden walls of the Ball Cake Dojo. Inside, Ball Cake Cookie stood atop a padded mat, her ruby eyes gleaming with determination. Her pigtails swung as she spun, striking the coolest pose she could muster.

“HAAAA!” She shouted, thrusting a fist upward. “Today, I’ll master the Milk Cream Crane Stance!”