Kandyland

So this is a little introduction to my idea of Kandyland. If you’re wondering why Kandyland starts with a “K” instead of the generic “C” the reason is quite simple. It’s the story of my life. My first name also starts with a “K” which deems it special because the name is commonly written with a “C” also, so I thought it would seem fit if my short little tale was marked as different too. Please note that this entire plot is taking place in a land of sugar and sweets and more than likely would appeal to small children, or big kids at heart. Hope you enjoy.

By the way, the main characters in this delicious adventure are:
Mr. Gummy Bear
Mr. Gumdrop
Princess Licorice &
King Oh Henry

(These are more than likely not all of the character; some may be added later on.)​

Kandyland

Chapter 1: Roll and Tumble​

“Hey wait for me!” squealed Mr. Gummy Bear as he ran after his stubby little friend, Mr. Gumdrop. There’s a common misconception that gumdrops can’t run at all or at least can’t outrun a slim little gummy bear, but whoever thought this was quite mistaken. You see, gumdrops are special little candies that, when given the right circumstances, can roll at pretty high speeds. (Did you really think they had legs to run!?) Now normally, Mr. Gumdrop enjoyed making Mr. Gummy Bear chase after him through the cotton candy fields, but today was a little different.

“I can’t stop!” shrieked the poor little gumdrop, unable to catch any grips a long the candy road. Somebody had clearly trudged down this same path earlier that morning and squished all of the jelly bean rocks. This wasn’t a good day at all!

Mr. Gummy Bear, unable to believe the current predicament, was trying to come up with a plan to save his best friend from losing all of his jelly. He knew that he didn’t have much time because both of them were approaching the molasses pond at impressive speeds. Sure, neither of them would sink completely in it, but molasses always made a big mess which guaranteed the unfortunate candy a trip to the bathtub. Mrs. Peppermint, the elderly mint who was in charge of taking care of the younger treats didn’t like scrubbing the thick, dark brown substance off of the naughty candies that played too close to this particular pond.

Realizing there was no hope for Mr. Gumdrop to avoid the trip into the thick syrup, Mr. Gummy Bear decided that he might as well watch his friend fall in it, and help him out afterwards. In only a matter of seconds the gumdrop plopped right into the pond and began squirming around.

“Help me out Mr. Gummy Bear! The molasses is cold!”

Mr. Gummy Bear then made his way to the edge of the pond and extended his arm to Mr. Gumdrop, however, nothing could have prepared him for this. As soon as Mr. Gumdrop had a grip of the candy bears’ paw a high pitched voice boomed across the cotton candy fields right to the pond filled with molasses. It was Mrs. Peppermint, looking for the two little pranksters. This loud voice scared Mr. Gummy Bear so much that he lost his grip and fell into the pond as well…

 

Chapter 2: Bath Time​

As Mr. Gummy Bear and Mr. Gumdrop left the large bathtub, followed by Mrs. Peppermint, they both couldn’t help but feel defeated. A bath was one of the worst punishments for little candies because afterwards, their sugar coats rubbed off and they felt a little mushy. Before they were allowed to leave the Candy Bath House they both received a lecture from Mrs. Peppermint, who could yell with impressive force might I add, about the importance of staying away from the many ponds and rivers in Kandyland.

Once they were permitted to leave, they both moseyed back to the cotton candy fields and sat down amongst the fluffy pink goodness. Mr. Gummy Bear turned towards his partner in crime and murmured in an inquisitive tone, “Why do we always seem to get in trouble?”

Mr. Gumdrop thought about this for a second, trying to come up with a reply both intelligent and witty, but there was really only one answer to a question such as this. “Well Mr. Gummy Bear, I think we both know the answer to this. WE don't find trouble, trouble finds us!” There was a small pause that followed this before Mr. Gummy Bear sighed then said, “Oh… I thought it was us causing trouble!”

They laughed at such a ridiculous thought then stretched themselves out on the cotton candy field and gazed up at the beautiful purple sky. There was something mesmerizing about it, the way the light violet shade twinkled and moved as if it were a giant wave approaching the shoreline, but never able to reach it. Some of the elders say that a long time ago, before any of the candy children were even created; there was a little “human” boy who put together this very sky with a massive amount of purple jelly beans and a sticky substance known as glue. This, however, was only a myth that could never be proven. Many of the little candies thought that the elders were making up this entire story because really, what in sugar was a human!?

As they were relaxing in the fields Mr. Gummy Bear heard an unfamiliar noise. It definitely didn’t sound like a kit-kat fly or an æro bird. No, in fact, Mr. Gummy Bear was sure that it was the sound of somebody crying somewhere in the distance. “Mr. Gumdrop, do you hear that too? Do you hear somebody crying?”

Mr. Gumdrop snapped out of his reverie, which was more than likely about a sugar fountain, and began to listen attentively. He too could hear somebody sobbing. “Yeah, I can hear it too.” He confirmed.

“Do you think we should go see what’s wrong?” Mr. Gummy Bear asked.
“I guess, but they better not be stuck in the molasses pond or something. I don’t plan on taking another bath!”