At their humble office at Parfaedia, Macaroni Cookie examined a photo they got from the latest case. Beside them, Cheddar Cheese Cookie leaned against a stack of crates.

"Anything yet, Detective?" Macaroni Cookie asked, kinda frustrated yet focused. They carefully dusted a faint residue from the edge of the print. "This is the third warehouse we've checked, and it's all just... cold trails."

Cheddar Cheese Cookie adjusted their fedora with a gloved hand. "Patience, Macaroni Cookie. The truth, like a perfectly aged cheddar, reveals itself in its own time. Perhaps a change of perspective is what we need. Have you considered the smell of the place? The subtle notes of desperation, coupled with a hint of… cheap cologne?"

Macaroni Cookie let out an exasperated sigh, straightening up. "Detective! We're not looking for a perfume review, we're looking for evidence! This footprint could be our breakthrough. Did you even look at it?"