Today was the fateful day, the tell-tale airships of the Creme Republic. Republican airships were already pouring out, ready to storm the villages, rumored to simply be inhabited by birds of every color, shape, and size. The only problem seemed to be the sturdy walls around the villages, which they could climb or fly over. Surely... this was going to be quite the easy charge, right?
As Clotted Cream himself got out, he helped Goat Butter out as well and admired the endless desert dunes that the Cheese Kingdom hid itself within. He noticed a lone bird nearby, sitting on a rock... staring at him, before it flew away. Clotted thought nothing of this as he turned to his master. "I will assign you however many bodyguards you require, my Lord...! We are ready to ambush the kingdom... say the word and it shall begin."
Meanwhile, Clotted failed to realize it was a cheesebird... that very bird would return to the castle, where a certain revered cookie rested in her quarters. She seemingly had just woken up minutes before, and was visibly quite burned out. Golden Cheese soon noticed the bird at her window and sighed in slight annoyance.
"What is this urgent matter that you couldn't wait for me to wake up and head to the throne room myself? You're in sacred ground, little one."
The cheesebird only replied by gesturing to a water clock that literally told her it was the afternoon.
Although it couldn't blame her for sleeping so late. It was rumored around the kingdom that Golden Cheese was losing sleep from the guilt of not being there when her friends needed her. She wasn't even aware that they had gone on the mission they did... and she never heard from them again.
Golden Cheese was a bit irked to have been outsmarted by a random bird, but she was too tired to take her anger out on it at this point. So she just sighed in defeat, "....Go on."
The bird's panicked tweeting -- tweeting only Golden Cheese could understand in words -- explained everything.
Goat Butter nodded as Clotted Cream was willing to assign as many guards as he requested. Fortunately, he also tagged a few of his own, especially Hollyberry and Dark Cacao. He nodded as he then looked down over at the desert dunes, but looking behind him at the former Consul.
"Start sending the mist bombs towards their general direction. Make sure your troops flank all sides of the kingdom. We can cover the aerial battle filed, but we should note of the ground as well."
He'd order, before letting his hand run across Clotted's chin, "such a good boy you are. Perhaps I'll make sure to keep note of your obedience next time I demand a session from you." He purred before fixing his top hat, making sure he was watching the chaos ensue down below.
Clotted only smiled proudly back at him before turning to also watch the higher-ranking troops relay this information to more lowly troops, they began to surround all sides and send the mist bombs towards the kingdom.
Though soon, figures that looked like birds appeared on the castle walls and aimed their bows and arrows at the surrounding troops... only for them to later fall under the effects of the mist bombs down below.
Goat Butter chuckled as he then pulled out his walkie and began to radio the lowly troops surrounding the kingdom. While yes, impressively quick, he did notice the lack of a certain Ancient within the kingdom. Just for precautionary measures, he decided to relay this order.
"Scout out the kingdom for her. Ask the soldiers and the residents about the whereabout of their queen. Don't stop until we find her location and we put her under our influence."
He'd state, before turning off the walkie and looking at Clotted and the two charmed Ancients with him. "Get ready in case there's a breach in the airship, who knows what that bird lady has planned.."

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