The peaceful morning at the Syrup Garden was being interrupted by a series of determined grunts and metallic clanging. Radish Cookie was knee-deep in a syrup pump predicament.

"Aha! I've got you now, you stubborn thing!" She declared in annoyance. She was crouched by the main syrup pump, which was emitting a pathetic gurgle instead of its usual flow.

"Always acting up, aren't we?" She muttered as if lecturing the contraption, wrestling with a particularly stiff valve. "Think you can outsmart Radish Cookie? Not today, not ever!" With a final tug, the valve finally gave way. Unfortunately, for her, it also released a rather strong spray of syrup that landed directly on her face.