Crumbelina was the owner's favorite and she knew it. Well, she was one of their favorites anyway. There was usually more than one player, so there must have been multiple owners too. Of course, no one knew for certain because of the cotton candy clouds blocking any view of the screen that the racers might have had. Still, being a favorite was a nice place to be. Always used as an avatar, always winning in races, always racking up huge scores, it was the life.

It didn't really come as a surprise when the player wanted to make a car instead of using the Tira-Missile. Crumbelina loved her car, but was curious to see what the player had in store for her. So, Crumbelina took the long walk back to the cart factory. It somehow looked even gloomier than she remembered. Still, Crumbelina wasn't about to let the players down, and ran in, hopping onto the red button in the middle of the room.

The player selected Swizzle's car as a base. It normally wasn't Crumbelina's style but hey, the Swizz was fast when he wanted to be. So, Crumbelina walked into Swizzle's section of the factory and got ready to work.

"Welcome to the bakery! You have one minute to win it!" A familiar voice echoed through the room, "Stretch out the dough and mold it!"

Well, this was different. Crumbelina regretted having left right after making her own cart. She had been excited to see her mansion, and it appeared she would have to pay for it now. Still, no one ever made a car by wishing they had seen it done before, so Crumbelina got to work. She had to pull on levers to stretch out a pretzel frame that the rest of the car would be poured onto. It took quite a bit of work, about half the time she had, but Crumbelina and the player somehow managed to stretch the pretzel into a long rectangle.

"Pump up the heat and hold the perfect temperature!" The voice called out.

Well, at least this one was the same. With some button mashing on the part of the player, but the oven cooked fairly quickly. When the car rolled out onto the conveyor belt, it looked like a brown box with a little section carved out. Crumbelina ran over to the next station as the announcer's voice came on again.

"Decorate your car!" The player didn't seem to need the prompt, already blasting away.

First came four Oreo wheels, followed by a thin layer of black frosting. Crumbelina had no idea that results could come from actual accuracy and not just launching a certain fiery headed racer into a wall in this part of the mini-game. The car had almost finished travelling down the conveyor belt when the player knocked down a sugary windshield onto what Crumbelina thought was the rear section of the car.

"Time's up! Congratulations! Here's your car!" The voice blared as a loud buzz rang through the room. The car rolled out of the garage door-like exit and Crumbelina saw what the player's plan had been.

Sitting before her, keys in the ignition and everything, was a stretch limousine. It was long and smooth with soft jet black icing that streaked along the car. Somehow, the sides were even raised and brought up into a roof, making it look like a real limo. The only way you could tell the difference from outside was the fact that the license plate was a chunk of Hershey's and the hood ornament was an M&M. Of course, if you actually went up to the car, you would see that it wasn't hollow, and the back seating was in fact, solid dark chocolate. Crumbelina opened up the door and climbed hesitantly into the car. She looked up to see the player inputting a name for the car's save file. "Luxury Di Caramello" it was titled. Crumbelina felt a surge of pride. This beautiful work of art was hers. She jumped up and down, hopping about like Vanellope. At this point, she didn't care if the player saw her acting like a little girl. Heck, the other racers could come in and she wouldn't care. She was too happy. Somehow, as she danced around her new car, Crumbelina felt that the player enjoyed it too. After a few more moments of being overjoyed, Crumbelina leapt back into her car. It was time to test out the Luxury.

Crumbelina started up her car. It purred like a kitten. It was a beautiful sound that nearly made Crumbelina melt. She slowly rolled out of the factory and drove around it a few times. Then she saw the road. She sped down it and turned sharply, heading for the nearest track. She could feel the player going through the menu, finding the perfect place to test his creation. Crumbelina turned again, heading straight for the castle. It was the perfect spot.

She sat at the starting line, aching with temptation. Foot on the gas, helmet on, countdown above, it couldn't start fast enough. When the hovering words finally changed to 'Go' Crumbelina rocketed down the lane, shifting in between various piles of rubble. The Luxury was quick, and it handled beautifully. Crumbelina felt as if she had achieved Nirvana driving that car. She was in perfect balance, at peace but aware, thinking slowly but moving quickly, not afraid to falter but too determined for it to even be a possibility. As Crumbelina slowed down at the finish line, the whole track feeling like a blur, she looked up to the sky. There was a small fissure in the ceiling, letting in a few beams of light. Crumbelina stared into it and mouthed 'Thank you.' She knew she couldn't see who it was that liked her so much, but she knew now more than ever: she was the favorite, and that was a wonderful place to be.