The sizzle and clang of the wok were the true soundtrack of the Jade Galaxy kitchen, a symphony only Agent Jjajang Cookie truly understood. Black bean sauce glistened on perfectly pulled noodles, destined for a delivery.

"Another urgent takeout order, R.A.D.I.S.H?" Jjajang Cookie mused, looking at the small robotic pet beside her.

"Bzzt. Affirmative, Agent Jjajang. Destination: Sector Gamma-9, alias 'Custard Cream Corner.' High probability of unusual energy readings detected." The small radish pulsed faintly, its internal radar silently whirring.