captain caviar disembarks from his boat, stepping onto the crème republic dock. Gazing up at the familiar island that he calls home, he takes in a deep breath of the strong ocean air. Suddenly, a group of enthusiastic freshly baked (kids) cookies rushes toward him, bombarding him with hugs and a barrage of curious questions. "Hey, hey! Take it easy, mates!" Captain Caviar Cookie laughs in his unmistakable accent and attempts to regain his balance as he stumbles backward a bit.