The Hams'more RV was perfectly positioned, offering a breathtaking view of the twilight hills. By a gently crackling campfire, S'more Cookie, meticulously rotated a marshmallows on his black stick. He watched the marshmallows slowly turn a delicious, even golden-brown.

"Almost there, perfect little cloud," S'more Cookie mumbled, a relaxed smile on his light face. He gently placed the perfectly toasted marshmallow onto a biscuit, then draped a gooey melted chocolate square over it, creating a truly magnificent S'more Cookie's s'more.