Once upon a time, the Dark_Knight decided to take the Irbancowgirl on a special date through the caves on a special railway made of glimmering graphene. As the Darkboy allowed Cowgirl to feel like she was in control, he let her handle the brakes to their little love wagon chugging up and down the mine shaft of the large bakery where all cookies originate.

Dark boy sprung a feather standing straight up as his long legs clenched the outer thighs of Cowgirl who looked in amazement as they rushed up and down throughout the cavern just like an Indiana Jones movie.

The loud speaker droned out a narrative as the small cart came to a jerking stop, “Here is our prize baker and party rockin dj, Venterman.”

There was the master himself, all bald and in a seemingly frenzied delight as he beat his batter into compliance. “I like to think of my cookie dough as brilliant! It gives that extra kick for your dance.” He pointed behind him at numerous bells and horns all arranged upon a shelf.

“You see I make a chime with this chimera. You are on the super Graphene MRNA speed rail. For your pleasure this evening, I’m going to just mix in a little rabies. Tomorrow, I may add polio to the Darky’s if he thinks he’s going to get too handsy. You’ll know if you hear the chiming chimera of doom that I’ve punched in a new ingredient.” The bald genius quickly tapped upon his trusty computer keyboard and, just like that, the bells all chimed and an entire dozen glowing cookies plopped into their love wagon.

With trepidation and slight horror, the two lovers eyed the frothy looking concoction surrounding them. Just as Cowgirl lifted the morsel to her puckered mouth, the loud speaker bellowed out, “Please remain seated. You will now be heading into our new cavern where the Oompa Loompas tend to our trusty transgenic larvae chomping and sucking their way into the Mindless Meninges of Millions Hall of Fame.

Cowgirl was a little angry as she bit one of the “R,” rated cookies. The cart lurched forward and began its’ final journey around the bend to the designated location. The special ingredient started to kick in and she knew that the tour had to end because the tracks were still being manufactured. “A real ass chapper.” The Dark_Knight playfully whispered onto her neck, with raging romance filling all his members. He had snuck a bite without her knowing.

He smiled under his multilayered mask satisfactorily to himself. He knew Cowgirl would come again for another wild ride on the mRNA express and he was hoping the Polio chime would relax her enough to allow him the chance to lower his mask long enough and smell her silky hair from eating all those prior cookies. His only hope was that DJ Venderman didn’t tap in the HIV or HPV chime for their next date, as many bakers were fond of Cowgirl and loved having her tour their facilities. His jealousy and her love of cookies could be the death of them both.

But,…


Both were willing to throw caution to the wind in order to share special rides together touring the annals of cookie dough achievements.