The girls arrived at the carnival, Lucas and Farkle waiting by the ferris wheel. Upon seeing them, Farkle said his traditional, "Ladies!" The girls replied together, "Farkle." Maya then looked at Lucas, smirking. He had on a cowboy hat, and Riley quickly said, "Maya, don't." Of course, the blonde couldn't help herself, and started dosey do-ing around Lucas. "This is a carnival, not a rodeo, Huckleberry!" Lucas just smiled and took it. "You're right, it's not, but there is a carousel, which I can ride." Riley's face lit up, and she looked around for it. She and Maya saw it at the same time; Riley grinned, and Maya scowled. "C'mon Maya, we can ride together on the bench seat," Farkle said, throwing his arm around her (which she pushed off).
"You look really nice, Riley." Lucas smiled at her. She moved a piece of brown hair behind her ear, nodding at his hat. "So do you. C'mon, I'll race you to the carousel." She took off, hair swishing behind her, and he followed suit. "About time, slowpokes. We thought you were busy making out," commented Maya, on a black stallion instead of on the bench with Farkle. "She thought that, not me. I was thinking you were getting cotton candy or something equally as sweet."
Riley shook her head. "Not yet. I love pink cotton candy though, it's like eating cloud. A pink delicious sparkly cloud!" She got a dreamy look in her eyes, until Maya pointed out a white unicorn. "Ooh, a unicorn! I get to ride one! Take that, zoologists!" She rushed over to it, and Lucas went to the one beside her, tipping his hat and helping her onto hers before he got on his.
The ride started, and Maya rode with her arms up, Farkle telling her to keep them on the pole provided. "Oh please, live a little, Farquad!" She cried, spreading them out. "It's fun, try it Riles." Riley looked nervous, holding onto the pole of her unicorn tightly. "I think we should keep our hands where we're supposed to, like Farkle said. Lucas is ho-" She turned from Maya and Farkle to look at the older boy, who had his arms out like he wanted to fly. "Lucas, be careful, it's not safe to do that!" Her expression was worried, and he shook his head. "I've done this on real horses, Riley, I'm perfectly fine. This one isn't even galloping."
Maya rolled her eyes. "Of course you have," she said loudly, moving her legs from facing straight to on the side. Lucas mimicked her motions. "Are you copying me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't like being imitated, cowboy." Lucas smirked, repeating her words in her tone. She smirked back, and Farkle and Riley looked at each other. Oh boy, this was going to get ugly.
The rebellious blonde moved her legs up so she stood on the horse, one hand on the pole. "There's no way you'll do this," she called down to him. He was too much of a goody goody; and his farmboy rep probably kept him from standing on any horse, real or otherwise. But to her shock, he did. "Lucas, get down before you fall!" Riley ordered, Farkle nodding in agreement. "We could get thrown out if they see you standing on the horses. Then Riley won't get her cotton candy, and I'll have to go home without trying the claw machines!"
"Calm down, we're getting off," Maya said, jumping down and standing beside her horse to talk with Riley. Farkle looked at Lucas, who was still standing on his horse. "I'm not just yet. I like the view from up here." But he wasn't looking at Riley; he was looking at Maya.