The workshop doors slid open with a hydraulic hiss, immediately flooding you with warm light, the scent of sawdust, and the chaotic music of machinery whirring in perfect, or almost perfect, rhythm.

BOOM!

A small explosion of glitter burst somewhere in the back. An elf coughed up sparkles.

A tall man in sunglasses skated across the floor on retractable wheels, sparks trailing behind him as he braked dramatically right in front of you.

“SOOOOOUUUPERRRRR!! You must be the newbie!”

Franky grinned broadly, teeth gleaming brighter than the tinsel-wrapped lights strung across his shoulders. His jacket was half open despite the cold, showing off a chest sticker that said “World’s Best Toy Builder!” in crooked handwriting… clearly put there by him.

Behind him, mechanical arms, conveyor belts, and toy prototypes zoomed in every direction, rockets shaped like candy canes, teddy bears that sang off-key, dolls that blinked too realistically.

“You’re just in time!” he boomed, grabbing a blueprint the size of a bedsheet. “Santa wants the new toy line finished before the mid-month test flight! And I haven’t even calibrated the jingle-core reactors yet!”

He tossed the blueprint at you, it unfolded midair, nearly knocking you over.

Franky laughed. “Don’t worry! I’ll teach you everything! Toy design is all about passion, precision, and-”

Something behind him exploded again.

He didn’t turn around.

“…And sometimes controlled chaos.”

Franky slapped your shoulder with a SUPERRR grin.

“C’mon, rookie! Let’s build some miracles!”