You and your friends look around. You then find a ride named the Age-A-Whirl. On the front stand, you see baby animals spinning or happily juggling hatching eggs. The pictures make it sound that it's a ride for little kids but the carnie assures you that it is not and that even adults find them much fun and 'too much to bear'. He adds with a smile that this ride is so intense that people have lost their minds and have even forgotten their memories and basic skills. It's more dangerous than you'd think!
You all scoff. What nonsense! All to attract people. Your five friends and you laugh at the advertising exaggerations of the carnie, your friend Bruce saying that none of you buy any of it and that you're all too smart to fall for it. The carnie says that he's willing to take a bet. If the ride doesn't alter your mind and provoke the most amazing experience ever, well, you can pay him fifty bucks each. Plus, he'll make the ride free. Hence, you'll offer him 55$ after the ride is done. He's certain of it and Bruce, being the self-assured guy that he is, shakes the carnie's hand and it doesn't take long for you all to be convinced. That deal is simple, after all. You'll get fifty dollars because what the carnie says is not realistic at all. The carnie smiles wider and says to hurry because you're all be the sole riders and that big whirl. You all laugh and get settles, strapping yourselves in. The carnie checks on you and tells you all to enjoy the ride.
The ride itself looks like any of its kind, really. There are cartoon animals in childish attire above each of the seats and when it starts, the two girls and four guys that make up your group get lost in the sensation. The lights blind your eyes and it goes very fast, sure, but the fun and sensations don't exceed other rollercoasters that you have tried before. It does last longer, though, and amidst the flashing lights, a smell comes to be noticed. It smells like candy floss and sweet shampoo. You want to ask your friends why that smell is there but the whirling increases, then raising you up and down to boot. You lose all senses of direction and balance between the lights, the swirling and the smell. Is that someone screaming? You can't be sure. And then, it feels like you're tumbling, whirling and swirling in a well that is pitch black.
The ride stops and as it halts, the six mid-teens get smaller and their clothes discarded as the curl up into different small foetal positions. Then a white or beige encasing starts covering them, hardening and protecting them in their own tight, safe and warm environment. Where they will feel good for the next few months as they forget slowly their previous lives in their long pleasant slumber, impatiently awaited by their new families. The carnie arrives to pick up the large eggs and place them in a crate full of straw, right under his counter, secure and hidden from view. While he's at it, he grabs their wallets and gathers all of their money. Waste not. And he IS owed 600$ in all, after all. He quickly casts a spell to make everyone forget the teenagers, getting all who knew them to believe they were gone for the weekend at a concert in a desert. A concert they'd never return from. But they'd have a much better life anyway. The carnie smiled. It always felt good to be right.