Flailing and shirttugging, Nan insisted on stopping Candyland. Chocolate was, after all, considered candy. She hoped that they had chocolate covered bunnies... wait, wait, shirts, no - chocolate bunnies, not chocolate COVERED...

Crawling atop Harold's back, she refused to get off until they reached her desired destination. Besides, she figured Kev will magically find them because those things can happen.
With her kitten-eyed pleading (kittens, to appeal to the masses, but mostly Christy), Harry and Christ eventually gave in and accompanied her to goddamn Candyland.

As they were walking, they noticed that the path was made of graham crackers. The three travelers had to stop every minute or so because they'd stumble upon some delicious confectionery that one of the three just had to have a bit of. Christy stopped for some ... special... brownies, which made her view Candyland all the more... vivid. Harold stocked up on Ring Pops, wearing two or three on each finger and licking all of them at once for a flavorful blast of flavor of fruit and other flavors. He did, of course, do this all with his special flavor and holy shit flavor that word looks ridiculously weird.

flavor.
flah-vore. j'adore l'amour de flah-vore.

anyway

Eventually they arrived in front of the scantily clad gates (not sure how that adjective worked with that noun), made of glorious goddamn ♪♫ caaaaandyyyyy ♪♫ hallelujah~
They rang the doorbell, and a big announcerman voice announced, with a manly voice, "HOW-DI-DOO, HOW ARE YOU. PLEASE COME IN AND I'LL BEGIN. TO EXPLAIN OUR WORLD, SO WONDERFULLY SWIRLED. WITH FLAVOURS AND COLOURS (he distinctly pronounced the 'u' in each word) SO RICH, PROTECTED BY AN EVIL WITCH. WELCOME TO MUNCHKINLAND CANDYLAND, PLEASE TO BE TAKING MY HAND (one of those white gloved mechanical hands extended towards Christy. yeah, you know what kind of hands I mean. The cartoony, rounded-finger ones that are plump but don't have arms and are connected to those extendable looking metal things. yeah, those.) I'LL SHOW YOU --

Before he could finish his rhyme, an evil cackle was heard over the horizon (again, not sure how this worked. my writing is clearly flawed). The next thing they knew, black licorice straws rained down from the clear blue skies.
Bemused and perplexed and confounded and other adjectives that are synonymous to 'confused,' Harold and Nancy grabbed Hi-C and dove for cover under one of the large railings of the gate.


(hehe. hi-c. because christy is high.)