┌── •✧• ──┐ 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... Question 1: “What is 7 x 6?”

Shadow Milk: “Ughhh... 41?” SLAM! The hose shot into his mouth and a loud SPLOORP followed. His tummy puffed out slightly with a fizzy gurgle. Pure Vanilla: “42.” DING!

Question 2: “Which kingdom grows more blueberries?”

Shadow Milk: “Blueberry Pie’s.” DING! Pure Vanilla: “Her kingdom?” DING!

Question 3: “Spell ‘Confectionery.’”

Shadow Milk: “C-O-N-F... E... um... Q?” SLAM! More syrup shot in—his middle gave a rounded groan. Pure Vanilla: “C-O-N-F-E-C-T-I-O-N-E-R-Y.” DING!

By Question 8, Shadow Milk’s gut had ballooned to the size of a beach ball, sloshing with every wriggle. He gave a dazed giggle between gulps. “I’m starting to enjoy this.” Pure Vanilla, cheeks flushed and only slightly puffed from a single slip-up, was staying lean and sharp. Question 13:

“What’s 9 squared?” Shadow Milk: “...81!” DING! Pure Vanilla: “81..” DING!

Question 14:

“Name three elemental Cookies.” Shadow Milk: “Licorice, Poison Mushroom, uh... Fire Spirit?” DING! Pure Vanilla: “Sea Fairy, Fire Spirit, Wind Archer.” DING!

Final Question – 15:

“What year did Cookie Run: Kingdom release?” Shadow Milk: “2021!” DING! Pure Vanilla: “2021.” DING!

The announcer jolted and declared:

🎉 “THE RESULTS ARE IN! 🎉 The thinnest cookie is... PURE VANILLA!”

Shadow Milk hiccuped, now fully bloated and wobbling in his restraints like a glowing, gassy balloon. “Ughh... you win, 'Nilly...” he moaned, eyes spinning. Pure Vanilla exhaled with relief as the vines released them. He caught the glittering Golden Funnel Cake Crown with a polite smile.

“Well played,” he said softly.

Shadow Milk floated slightly off the ground, soda still sloshing within. “You’ll share that crown with me... in the hot tub later, right?” he teased, belching. Pure Vanilla blushed furiously. "What hot tub..?" └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘