The world is in danger. Again.

But don't panic--Agent Ivy is on the case.

Probably. It's hard to say for sure, because she's currently deep undercover, wearing an incredibly convincing disguise: sunglasses and a very fake moustache that looks like it was stolen from a novelty costume shop clearance bin. Still, despite the questionable facial hair, make no mistake--it's her. Definitely her. Probably. Almost definitely.

Her mission? Classified.

Her location? Compromised.

Her current status?

Locked in the basement of a soup factory.

The situation is dire. The air is thick with the scent of alphabet soup and vague despair.

Fortunately, Ivy recalls her elite training. Specifically, the very specific module:

"In the event you are trapped in a soup factory basement, cover yourself in soup to locate the hidden key."

Naturally.

With zero hesitation--and perhaps just a touch too much enthusiasm--Ivy begins to coat herself in soup. Tomato. Lentil. Cream of mushroom. She ladles with purpose. She sloshes with intent. She becomes one with the broth. Somewhere beneath the split peas, the key awaits.

Will she escape in time to save us all?

Will her moustache survive the broth-based chaos?

Will anyone believe her when she says she had to do it?

... Probably not.

But that's never stopped her before.