Diagnostic tools filled Villain Cookie’s secret repair room, a symphony only he truly appreciated. His dark chocolate suit lay disassembled on a pristine workbench, a fresh scorch mark scarring its left shoulder, dangerously close to the peppermint candy emblem. "Inefficient," he grumbled, adjusting his glasses, "A minor deflection, yet it compromised the entire kinetic plating. Unacceptable."

A sudden, faint thump echoed from beyond the reinforced door, making Villain Cookie freeze. His studious focus vanished, replaced by an intense stare. "Jellyco Cube," he commanded in a low tone, "Activate stealth scan. Perimeter check, door integrity."