Connie got in Uncle Grandpa's RV and put Marzipan City in his GPS. When she got there, she saw that the city was in flames. Cannons were firing children at each other. Connie tried her best to avoid the destruction and made her way to Mung Daal's Catering, which turned out to be an old failed catering company. Once she was inside, she saw a grizzled elderly cat-bear-rabbit-thing giving orders. "Are you a spy sent from Stormalong Harbor?" he asked sternly. "No, sir," said Connie. "Well, that's good enough for me. Let me tell you all my secrets," said the thing.
My name is Chowder Gonzales. I used to live a happy life with my master, Mung. We even had our own weird show on Cartoon Network. But that was before Lieutenant Flapjack and the Stormalong Harbor army invaded our city and tried to steal all our candy. I've been able to hold them off for fifty years now, but sadly everyone that I've ever loved and cared about has been killed.
"Even Schnitzel?" asked Connie. "I said everyone I cared about," said Chowder. "Rada! Rada! Rada!" shouted Schnitzel from the bathroom. "Hold on a second, how do you even know Schnitzel's name?" asked Chowder. "Panini was my pen pal when I was fourth grade. She talked about you all the time. Anyway, are you the person that Uncle Grandpa was looking for?" asked Connie. Suddenly a child fired from one of Flapjack's cannons crashed through the window and hit Chowder. "No, he was looking for me, mon," said a Jamaican-sounding disembodied voice.