You scoop Rex into your arms before he can gobble anyone. He wiggles, confused but happy. The cookies look up at you, frosting smudged and buttons crooked. "You saved us from the beast," one says softly. "Maybe… you're not the enemy after all." They huddle together, whispering. Then the leader steps forward. "Would you help us reach the North Pole?" You pause. Help them? You started the day baking cookies, and now you're considering becoming their travel agent.