, a onion-headed warrior with a tracksuit and a serious case of "main character energy," wasn't interested in the royal ball. He was busy sharpening his rhythm-blade when the emergency alert flashed across his TV: King Sugar had officially launched his "Diabetic Takeover."
Sprout wiped a stray sprinkle off his shoulder and headed home. He had saved the world, but more importantly, he hadn't missed a single beat. Download Rhythm Sprout Sick Beats Bad Sweets-TE...
He didn't walk; he flowed. Every step Sprout took had to land perfectly on the upbeat, or he’d lose his momentum. A squad of intercepted him on the main bridge. They tossed explosive gumdrops in triplets, forcing Sprout to dodge left, right, and then parry a lollipop-spear with a perfectly timed 16th-note slash. Slice. Slide. Spin. , a onion-headed warrior with a tracksuit and