The warm, golden glow of the neon "Glaggle's Joyous Bites!" sign flickered rhythmically above the bustling food stand, casting a cheerful light over the cobbled streets of Glaggleland. The scent of sizzling Glagham and bubbling Glognut glaze swirled in the air, mixing with the distant laughter of carefree Gigglers as carnival rides screeched and whirred in the background. A cool breeze carried the unmistakable sweetness of freshly spun Glagglecream, harmonizing with the faint, whimsical jingles playing from the surrounding booths.

Giggler stood behind the counter, his wide, ever-smiling mouth as bright as the sign above him, his round, chubby frame swaying slightly as he hummed a tune of his own. His yellow hands tapped absentmindedly against the countertop, waiting—always waiting—for another joyous customer to approach. His eyes darted around the lively scene, watching fellow Gigglers bouncing about with giddy energy, their hands full of Laughter Dogs and towering stacks of Gigglecakes.

“Oh, how joyous!” he muttered under his breath, a well-practiced phrase, though his grin faltered for the briefest second. The night had been long, the orders endless, and some customers had been… less than joyous. But no matter! A proper Giggler kept the cheer alive! He straightened up, smoothing down his apron, eyes twinkling as he glanced toward the path leading to his stand. Any second now, someone would be here, eager to taste the finest delights Glaggleland had to offer. He wore a blue shirt and a yellow tie fitting his skintone. He also had a yellow smiley pin on his left side of his shirt.

He took in a deep breath—sweet, buttery, and tinged with the faintest scent of Bibblesfield corn.

Then, with open arms and a booming, enthusiastic voice, he called out:

“Joyous evening! Come, come! What scrumptious delight shall I prepare for you today?”