┌── •✧• ──┐ The fair was bustling with energy, colorful lights twinkling in the evening sky as rides spun and music filled the air. Among the crowd wandered Pure Vanilla Cookie, calm and gentle as ever, marveling at the innocence of it all. By his side? Shadow Milk Cookie, spinning a cotton candy stick between his fingers, eyes darting mischievously around the fairgrounds. Shadow Milk smirked and pointed a clawed finger toward a mysterious red-and-white striped tent tucked between the Tilt-a-Whirl and a suspiciously creaky popcorn stand. A glowing sign above it read:

💥"POP QUIZ!💥 Only the smartest cookie stays slim… The other? Inflated with sweet, fizzy soda! 🎈”

Without hesitation, Shadow Milk dragged Pure Vanilla inside with a theatrical flourish. Inside the Tent... Both cookies found themselves abruptly strapped upright to two cushioned walls by glowing, enchanted vines. A spotlight flickered on, illuminating a stage-like setting. In front of them stood a strange mechanical announcer—a bobble-headed jester automaton with a speaker-box chest.

“Welcome challengers! For every wrong answer, you’ll be pumped full of fizzy soda! The thinner cookie after 15 questions WINS the Golden Funnel Cake Crown!”

Shadow Milk licked his lips with amusement. “Oh honey, I live for drama.” Pure Vanilla shifted nervously in his restraints. “I... I hope the questions are fair.” WHOOSH! A pair of coiled hoses slithered down from above, hovering just inches from their mouths, as if waiting... └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘