Banana Roti Cookie crouched behind a toppled Carousel, her cat ears pressed flat against her scalp. The once-vibrant ride now lay strewn with melting jelly bears, their colors bleeding into the cracked sugar ground. “Stupid Melanchream Cookie...” Banana Roti Cookie muttered rather dejectedly.

“Scanning for unauthorized gloom,” chirped Banana Robo Cone, its cone-shaped head whirring as it hovered nearby.

“Hurry up, Banana Robo Cone!” She hissed, though her tail betrayed her anxiety. Where was Sundae Cookie? She’d last seen her friend as a poor, emotionless husk, jumping into a rift on her own...