“Alright, team TBD, eyes front!” Director Croissant Cookie’s voice was bright and efficient, cutting through the mechanical din of the TBD. She adjusted golden monocle, hiding the subtle weariness in her good eye. “I know the shift just started, but Time decided to throw us a curveball before coffee break.”

“We have a Level Two Temporal Contamination in Sector Gamma-9,” she announced, trying to keep the amusement out of her voice. “A minor ripple from the Neo-Victorian Era has apparently swapped all the modern Salted Caramel Jellies with tiny, non-biodegradable clockwork figurines. They’re ticking, they’re cute, and they are not edible.”