on a lazy Saturday evening in a small, stoner town called Chillington. Maya, Dex, Jules, Cam and Gregory had gathered in Maya’s hippie living room for a quick trip to THE CLOUD. Gregory had brought a mysterious new strain of kush called “Cosmic Cactus.” “This stuff’s supposed to be legendary,” Gregory said, presenting a neon-green nug that glowed faintly. “Rumor is it opens your third eye... or your fourth, if you’ve already found the third.” The group rolled a joint and all took their first hit Gregory started uncontrollably laughing as Dex made exaggerated claims about being a “spiritual guru” after one hit. But as they passed it around, something felt... different. Colors brightened, time slowed, and Maya swore she saw her strange decorations wink at her. Before anyone could react, the room seemed to stretch and fold like origami, and the friends were suddenly sucked into a vortex of swirling smoke. When they landed, they weren’t in Chillington anymore. They were in a bizarre, candy-colored alternate dimension with floating mushrooms, talking clouds, and a giant, grinning joint-shaped creature named Ziggy. “Welcome to the Dank Dimension!” Ziggy announced. “You’ve smoked the Cosmic Cactus, which means you’re now the Chosen Ones. Your mission: to save this world from the Sober King, who wants to banish all good vibes forever, it gonna be a wild journey but ill be here to guide every step of the way.” Chapter 2: The Eternal Munchies The group, still processing that they were now in a stoner’s dreamland, reluctantly agreed to help Ziggy. Their first task? Retrieve the Eternal Munchies, a magical artifact that would sustain their energy for the journey. Without it, Ziggy warned, they’d succumb to The Dry Mouth Curse. The crew set off down the Rainbow Bong Trail.l lol Along the trail they encountered a gang spark flies some grumpy, sentient extremist who were blocking their path. Ziggy said “ OH SH*T, here go these hot headed mf’s they always tryna burn me out” Char Coal the leader of the gang said to Ziggy “ I heard the news, you finally got your chosen ones” “What you want char?” Ziggy replied “ hey hey! why you so hostile joint? Calm the f*ck don’t down i jus want to help” “Girl , why would you help me we do not like each other “ “Ik joint i cant stand you but you the only one in this realm that can destroy the sober king and i need him gone, so its either we allies or we enemies, your choice joint” “Fine you can help but don’t get in my way” “ you aint gotta worry about that joint just say my full name twice if you need me imma holla at yahh boo “ Char Coal and her flaming hot friends flew out the other way and left ziggy and the crew to continue their journey. The crew trudged to the end of the Rainbow Trail, the shimmering colors fading into a golden haze. The air smelled faintly of butter and sea salt, the ground crunched beneath their feet like crushed snack crumbs. “Alright, Ziggy,” Dex said, pulling out a gummy worm from the bag of Eternal Munchies, “what’s next? Another trial? Another riddle? I’m ready.” “Yeah,” Jules added, “but why does it smell like a popcorn stand out here?” Before Ziggy could respond, a deep growling noise rumbled through the haze, making the ground tremble. The group froze, instinctively clutching the Munchies for comfort. From the mist emerged a massive, anthropomorphic pretzel—its body golden brown and twisted in intricate, intimidating loops. Crystals of salt sparkled on its surface like tiny daggers, and molten cheese dripped from its joints, hissing as it hit the ground. The creature loomed over them, “Who dares disturb my domain?” it boomed, its voice a mix of crunch and thunder. Ziggy stepped forward cautiously. “Whoa, chill, my salty friend. These are the Chosen Ones! They’re just passing through to take down the Sober King.” The pretzel let out a laugh, deep and echoing. “The Chosen Ones? These stoners?” It leaned closer, sniffing the air around them. “You smell of smoke and… guac. Pathetic. You’re not ready to face the Sober King. To pass through here, you must first prove your worth.” Dex groaned. “Another trial? Can’t we just, like, vibe and skip this one?” The pretzel’s eyes flared dangerously. “Silence! I am Knotorious, the Pretzel Guardian of the Rainbow Bong Trail! I do not ‘vibe.’ You will prove yourselves by solving my riddles or face the fury of my molten cheddar breath!” Maya raised a hand nervously. “Uh, yeah, sure, we’ll solve your riddles. No problem. Right, guys?” “Right,” Gregory muttered, trying to stay calm as Knotorious exhaled, releasing a wave of steamy cheese-scented heat. Knotorious stood tall, crossing its doughy arms. “Three riddles. Answer them correctly, and you may pass. Fail, and you shall be consumed… literally.” The group exchanged uneasy glances. Ziggy whispered, “Just focus. Pretzel riddles are tricky but solvable if you think like a snack.” “Riddle me this “ said knotorious  “I’m twisted but flexible, I can hold salt or sweetness well. Crunch me, dip me, take your pick— But only baked, not raw, I stick. What am I?” “Easy,” Maya said quickly. “A pretzel.” Knotorious raised an eyebrow, impressed. “Correct. But don’t get cocky, Chosen Ones. The next will test your focus.” “Riddle me this “ “I’m crispy, salty, and break with ease, I come in shapes that always please. Twist me or not, I’m everyone’s friend, But eat me too fast, and I’m your end. What am I?” Dex, with a mouthful of Ritz Chips, blurted out, “A pretzel again!” The Pretzel Guardian glared, but then chuckled. “Lucky guess, fool. Final riddle—this one will twist your mind as I am twisted!” “Riddle me this” “I sit in circles but make no sound, My shape is ancient, my flavor profound. With each bite, I disappear, Yet I bring people joy year after year. What am I?” The group froze. This one was tougher. Maya scratched her head. Gregory began nervously eating his snacks. Jules whispered, “It’s gotta be a snack, right? But which one?” Suddenly, Ziggy grinned. “It’s not just any snack—it’s the vibe of the snack. It’s a pretzel! Again!” Maya hesitated, then stepped forward. “A pretzel. The answer is… a pretzel!” Knotorious threw back its cheesy head and laughed, its entire body shaking. “You’ve done well, Chosen Ones. Few have unraveled the riddles of the Pretzel Guardian. Very well—you may pass.” The ground rumbled as the golden haze parted, revealing a glowing path leading into the distance. “But beware,” Knotorious warned. “The Sober King’s domain lies ahead. There, no snacks will protect you, and even the strongest vibes can falter.” As the group stepped forward, Ziggy waved back at Knotorious. “Thanks, big guy. Stay salty.” Knotorious winked, then sank back into the mist, his laughter echoing faintly behind them. The crew continued their journey, the air growing colder and more oppressive with every step. The horizon was dark, shadowed by the looming silhouette of the Sober King’s fortress. The real battle was coming, and for the first time, the stoners began to wonder: could they truly save the Dank Dimension?