The Candy Store

In the District of Corruption, Toddler Dictator Donny was plotting his next evil plan. The skies were red, thunder roared, and lightning flashed. He was inside his fortress called the Blight House, which was a golden dome with missile defense systems, a moat that was a swamp with crocodiles, and an enclosed wall with a drawbridge.

Toddler Dictator Donny was in his golden highchair behind his desk, scribbling with a crayon on paper. "The next step of my diabolical project is coming! Anyone who goes against me and my wealthy friends is in cahoots! My forces will capture and send them far, far away! I guarantee it! We will also make pollution the standard!"

Elon, his pet muskrat, observed alongside him as a wicked grin spread across his wrinkled face. The monitors displayed live video footage from across the land, showing various cities, towns, and activities.

"We're watching everyone! Total control! For national security purposes, of course!"

Elon flicked his tail. "Squeak squeak!"

Toddler Dictator Donny continued. "We will expand AI data centers across the nation with no limits! More and more will be built over the next few years! Nobody will escape my watchful eye! Nobody!"

Sir Jaded Vancington, who was his butler, came in with a silver platter. He was dressed in a fancy suit, had a monocle, and a strange face with a unibrow. "Your chicken nuggets and fries are ready, Big Brothe- I mean sir."

Toddler Dictator Donny chirped. "Oh boy! My favorite meal!"

The lid was lifted, which revealed a gourmet dish with chicken nuggets shaped like elephants and dinosaurs, a bottle of his self-proclaimed Ketchup of Doom, and fries on the side. However, his positivity didn't last long when he discovered that his food was cold. As the tantrum set in motion, ketchup was thrown at the wall.

"WAAAH! It's too cold! My nuggies are broken! WAAAH!"

Sir Jaded Vancington thought for a moment. "Hmm, perhaps a visit to the candy store would be best?"

Toddler Dictator Donny stopped, then started clapping with glee. "Good idea! The best idea! I could use a sweet treat! Maybe see my adoring fans too!"

Sir Jaded Vancington added. "Transportation is arranged, though I thought your preference for meals was an ice chill."

Toddler Dictator Donny sulked. "I want them warm, just made by cold hearts!"

Sir Jaded Vancington nodded. "Understood. Note taken for your next cuisine."

So he got a ride with his butler to the local candy store in Grandpa John's town. Little did he and Grandpa George know that this villain would be dropping by to cause his usual antics. The old men were strolling through, admiring all the different types of candies and colors.

"What kind of sweet should I get," Grandpa John questioned.

Grandpa George was distracted. "WHAT?! Did you say I'm sweet and strong?!"

Grandpa John laughed. "No! I said what kind of sweet should I get? It's for my grandson, Yoshian."

Grandpa George surveyed, then noticed an item. "Yoshian, huh? How about some chocolate dots?"

Grandpa John grinned. "Perfect! Yoshian loves having chocolate dots!"

Grandpa George spotted something else. "And there's cola gummies! Wonderful!"

Grandpa John noticed a row of small bags. "Ooh! Butterscotch disks! This is a good day!"

With chocolate dots, cola gummies, and butterscotch disks gathered, they made their way to the counter to pay. The doors slid open and Toddler Dictator Donny waddled into the store, a smug expression on his face as usual.

Grandpa John mumbled. "Looks like the greatest disgrace has arrived."

Grandpa George turned. "WHAT?! Not him! He shouldn't be allowed here!"

A display of lollipops caught his attention. He made his way up to the the largest one he could find and took it, making way to the exit. The store owner named Mr. Peppermint caught this, which he quickly intervened by blocking his path.

"Ah, ah, ah," Mr. Peppermint wagged his finger. "You didn't pay for that!"

Toddler Dictator Donny stamped his feet. "WAH! I'm the greatest! I don't need to pay for anything! Everyone says so!"

Grandpa John grumbled. "This billionaire brat is unbelievable. Wouldn't hurt for him to buy his fair share."

Grandpa George looked sour. "Yeah, and he's nothing but vulgar. Constantly doing those circus rallies, yapping on Lies Social, playing mini golf, making everything worse, and obtaining luxury jets. Doesn't say or do anything meaningful."

Grandpa John agreed. "That's only the tip of the iceberg."

Mr. Peppermint put his hand out. "Three dollars and one cent."

Toddler Dictator Donny reluctantly reached in his diaper pocket and handed him the requested amount. Mr. Peppermint counted, then paused for a moment.

"Looks like your one penny short," Mr. Peppermint stated.

Toddler Dictator Donny whined. "We don't make pennies anymore! They're wasteful!"

Grandpa George rolled his eyes. "Just like you and your brilliant ideas."

Grandpa John nodded. "One big, beautiful disaster indeed."

Mr. Peppermint swiped the lollipop. "Rules are rules. No penny, no lollipop."

Toddler Dictator Donny threw a tantrum. "WAAAH! My lollipop! I want my lollipop! He stole it from me! It's rigged!"

Mr. Peppermint scoffed. "Seriously? If you refuse to pay, then leave! I will not tolerate-"

Toddler Dictator Donny called. "Minions! Storm the store and teach this meanie a lesson!"

Out of nowhere, the red jester hats appeared and began shouting nonsense, waving flags, breaking jars, and gnawing on random things. Shoppers fled to safety from the unruly mob that was beyond reasoning with.

Mr. Peppermint was outraged. "You people are maniacs!"

One of the supporters handed Toddler Dictator Donny an identical lollipop, which he grinned smugly. "I take what I want! I'm ruler of the world! Nobody does it better than me!"

Grandpa John groaned. "You're unbeatable at ruining everyone's day."

Grandpa George squinted. "These whippersnappers again?! Why hasn't anyone done anything about him?! He should've been locked away by now!"

Mr. Peppermint growled. "He's got too much money, power, and influence. Not to mention immunity from consequences or accountability."

Grandpa George adjusted his cap. "An invincible toddler in a suit? With the Supreme Cowards protecting him?!"

Mr. Peppermint sighed. "Pretty much."

Grandpa John was determined. "Invincible or not, it's time for Super Grandpa John!"

A special yogurt drink was pulled out from nowhere and he gulped it down. The transformation began and Grandpa John was now Super Grandpa John! He had a navy blue suit, red boots, and a yellow cape.

Super Grandpa John exclaimed. "Evildoers beware! Super Grandpa John will always be there!"

Grandpa George was confused. "WHAT?! Did you say Super Grandpa John hands out free underwear?!"

Super Grandpa John repeated. "No, I said Super Grandpa John will always be there!"

Grandpa George smiled. "You will always share? Nicely done!"

Super Grandpa John facepalmed. "Never mind. Let's go."

Before they could confront Toddler Dictator Donny and the jester brigade, the trio made their way to the back of the store and a resistance was formed. Brave citizens and even a group of purple monkeys joined since all were tired. A plan was devised and that's when they made their move.

Grandpa George got a broom and knocked out a few. "Take that, you fools!"

The purple monkeys flung banana peels, causing the supporters to stumble. Many citizens worked together to trick them while Super Grandpa John landed swift punches, kicks, and threw granola bars at whoever remained.

Toddler Dictator Donny cried. "This is a conspiracy! We're the heroes, not you! WAAAH!"

Mr. Peppermint snapped. "You're the one who caused all this chaos! Stop trying to play the victim!"

Super Grandpa John, Grandpa George, and Mr. Peppermint cornered Toddler Dictator Donny. He looked around nervously, trying to see if there was a way out or some kind of distraction that could be used to his advantage.

"Stand back! I've got tremendous power! You're the enemies!"

Super Grandpa John was stern. "Enough is enough. Your childish games end here."

A purple monkey swooped in and smashed the golden smartphone that he waved menacingly.

Toddler Dictator Donny wailed. "NOOO!"

Super Grandpa John shook his head. "This store belongs to kind folks. Not tyrants or problematic followers."

Toddler Dictator Donny screamed. "I will have to take a look at sending you away!"

Grandpa George shouted. "WHAT?! Did you say you read a book about getting your way?"

Super Grandpa John smirked. "Don't listen to him, Grandpa George. Just another one of his empty threats."

Toddler Dictator Donny countered. "I'll have you-"

Mr. Peppermint interrupted. "Be gone, foul creature!"

He was scooped up by Mr. Peppermint and tossed right into a rusty white dumpster behind the shop (fished out by his butler eventually). As for the red jester hat fools, they were banned from the store forever. Toddler Dictator Donny later claimed falsely that it was a great injustice at another circus rally.

Meanwhile, Grandpa John, Grandpa George, various citizens, and even some purple monkeys helped clean up the mess that unfolded prior.

Mr. Peppermint wiped the counter. "It's baffling that anyone still listens to him."

Grandpa John agreed. "Most don't want to see or hear the truth anymore. Too trapped in their own delusions."

Grandpa George asked. "WHAT?! Did someone say kangaroo?"

Grandpa John chuckled. "Close enough, Grandpa George."

And with their treats in hand, they returned to their homes. Not only did Grandpa John get a favorite for his grandson Yoshian, but he also had a story to share about standing up against bullies and blind loyalty.