So, Kid and Atomic were asleep in their tent, all cozy inside their sleeping bags. But it was sunrise, and Kid woke up before Atomic did.
Kid hand-cranked the radio, yawning, curious about the whereabouts of the thief. The radio spoke, "This morning at 5:02 AM, the thief and his black ship was recently spotted in the skies of Nopal City. Many cries of sheep were heard."
"Atomic, let's make some breakfast," Kid spoke, "You can help me by opening up these cans. Canned ham, blue corn, and salsa."
"Okay, Kid," Atomic whimpered, "but I drank too much water last night, and I peed in my sleeping bag. That's really rare for me... Id love if you'd find the shower room for me."
"You wet the bed last night?" Kid frowned, scratching his own head in concern. "Okay. I think the rancher knows where the shower rooms are located. They're typically reserved for swimmers, but the pools aren't open yet. With permission, he might let us use them."
So Atomic and Kid got showered up, had some scrambled eggs with blue corn, salsa, and canned ham for breakfast, and they went out, with backpacks of water, food, and emergency supplies.
As they walked towards Nopal City - a fantastic, colorful city, known for its fragrant flatbreads, diverse music bands, and beautiful traditional buildings - they spotted two caped bombers, who were flipping flatbreads at a street food stand, filling the air with the aromas of cumin, sesame oil, and mint.
Atomic smiled as he sniffed the air, rubbing his tummy, licking his lips. "Oh, those flatbreads look so good."
"Yes, they do," Kid Bomber replied, "but who are these chefs? Nopal City's residents don't wear these kinds of masks nor capes. I'm a longtime resident, so this looks abnormal."
The two caped bomber chefs looked at each other, nodding and snickering, as they prepared each flatbread, placing finished flatbreads on large plates. One was green, the other was orange.
"Don't be worried," the orange one said, "we recently got employed here, so what's the matter? Did we burn anything?"
"Nah, I don't smell a single burnt thing here," Atomic replied, as his tummy growled. "Those flatbreads look delicious. They're just a dollar each?"
"Yes," the green one replied, "go ahead and buy a flatbread. Would you like anything on it?"
"No, just a plain flatbread," Atomic smiled, handing them the money.
After Atomic devoured the flatbread, which took a couple of minutes, he and Kid were about to continue walking, until Kid spotted a strange object on the ground. It looked like an empty noodle cup, but with a tiny, orange-shaped bomb inside it. The bomb was the size of a tennis ball.
Kid felt confused, and Atomic watched in curiosity. The bomb felt squishy, and Kid peeled the bomb's waxy skin off, causing it to divide into halves, with seeds that became more orange bombs - when soaked in water for a minute.
Kid and Atomic agreed to carry the little bombs, using the noodle cup as a container. "Maybe these will be useful later on," Kid remarked, as they continued walking into the city.