He slid, chopped, baked, and boxed like his life depended on it—because it did. Each ticket was a frantic dance. The oven beeped like a warning siren. A little girl with pigtails cried because her onion rings were cold. The rat screamed, “FASTER, JUNIOR CHEF!”

“What’s this?” Leo whispered.

He slid the USB into the port. A single file appeared: