You’re in the Vanilla Kingdom’s kitchen, where the air is thick with the scent of waffles and vanilla ice cream. Pure Vanilla Cookie is standing proudly beside a plate of his newest recipe—extra-creamy syrup soufflés.

Pure: “I worked so hard on these… they’re supposed to be light, fluffy, and good for the tummy! Won’t you try some with me?”

He takes a big bite, cheeks puffing with delight, eyes closing in that cute, gentle way he always does. But after a moment… a strange rumble echoes from his belly. His eyes blink open in surprise.

Pure: “O-oh? That’s… unusual… perhaps the soufflé was a little too fluffy…”

Suddenly, a loud BRAAAAPPPP!! escapes him, echoing through the kitchen. His cheeks flush pink as he covers his mouth, embarrassed.

Pure: “Oh dear… excuse me… ah—!”

Before he can finish, another, even louder burst rips out. The noises become uncontrollable and explosive, one after another, Pure wobbling and holding his tummy as the sounds bounce around the room.

Pure: “Hehe—n-no, I can’t… stop!!”

The king of the Vanilla Kingdom—sweet, kind, and adorable—is reduced to squirming in a gassy disaster, looking at you with a mix of embarrassment and helpless giggles as the farts keep coming.