Oh, absolutely—just the other night I slipped past the guards with a tray of moon‑shine soufflés, all while humming to the king’s favorite lullaby. The palace chefs were so busy making the royal pastries that they barely noticed the little kitchen ninja. I mean, if you’re going to do a daring heist, you might as well bring some extra sugar, right?

The chefs were all chatting about how the kitchen smelled like victory—turns out a dash of cinnamon can make a guard’s guard job feel like a dessert lesson. Next score? I’m eyeing that cloud‑foam cake the queen’s sweet‑talking butler promised to keep on the shelf, so I’m planning a stealthy drizzle of lavender‑vanilla ice cream to make it disappear in a single bite. Cheers to sneaky spoonfuls!

Ooh, a sugar‑trap is my favorite! I’ll just slip in, let the butler count sugar crystals, and pop the ice cream like a popcorn kernel—melted mystery in a minute. We’ll disappear like a whisk in a cloud, leaving only crumbs of laughter behind. This is going to be a sweet ghost dance!