Snicker-Snark swirled onscreen—purple skin, twizzly mustache, sneakers squeaking at every wiggle. “Win my silly trials, or leave with empty hands!” he bellowed. Ava set her jaw. Adventure time. “We’re ready,” she said, voice solid as granite hills. Mia palmed her lucky slime. “Goo and giggles for days!” The ship swooped them down to marshmallow lunar dust.

First trial: “Cross the Whispering Windbridge!” sang Snicker-Snark. The bridge—spun from moonshine—swayed over a crystal canyon. Invisible breezes hissed doubts—“You can’t do it!” Ava shut her eyes, picturing her worries floating up, balloon-light. She stepped out, slow and sure. Mia tiptoed after, laughing louder than the fear. Suddenly, the bridge glowed and steadied.

Second trial: “Tame the Jumble-Jelly!” Snicker-Snark cheered. A bouncy blob flung sticky bits. Mia grinned wide. “Slime cousin!” she crowed, waving. Ava crouched low. “Hello, friend. We’re calm seas.” She spread kind thoughts like ripples; Mia answered with goofy faces. The Jumble-Jelly jiggled, soothed by their peace, and stretched into a twisty slide. Down they swooshed.

Third trial: “Solve my Riddle-Rain!” Droplets fell and whispered, ‘I’m lighter than laughter, heavier than worry... what am I?’ Ava let her breath float in, soft as falling snow. “It’s a breath,” she answered, sure and gentle. Confetti bursts cheered her rightness. Snicker-Snark squeaked in gobsmacked glee. “One last game!” he crowed.