The Candied Beast of Jellybean Mountain

There I was, walking down the yellow brick road
Minding my own twos and fours
Counting the blades of peppermint grass and
Jellied rose bushes when much to my surprise I
Came eye to stick with . . .

It.

It rose above me like a kite on a jet engine
Its large gross form loomed over head, causing me
To trip over a caramel cactus.
(Don’t let it fool you. Those gummy quills hurt!)
The yellow brick road and I were a gooey mess.

This meant war!

I could smell it’s cruel chocolate heart pounding.
Only one thing on his cherry flavored mind. .
My lime lovers, extra creamy, sweet like an April morning
Taffy!

No scurrilous mass, no hard candied one legged sucker
(Artificially sweetened I might add)
Was going to steal my sweet water treasure.

I pulled out my rope of strawberry and black licorice
And quickly tied a lasso behind my back.
I knew I had one thing going for me. . . Or against me.
No cavities!

This was no doubt the reason for this ambush.
As the legend of The Sucker of Jellybean Mountain tells,
I couldn’t rest if even one candy-cornucopia or cornucopia-ette
In the valley had nary a hole in a tooth.

I jumped behind the tallest Gingerbread tree I could find.
Hunched down and . . . Waited.

Scrap! Tap! Scrap! Tap!
The sound of its wicked stick hopping along the
Yellow brick road was frightening!
Gum drops began to fall and I knew it was almost time.
If the road filled with them the stick would . . . Stick.

ScrapScrap
Faster and faster he hopped.
As the gumdrops fell in a steady stream he knew
Time was running out.
The orange wheels in my head spun hurried plans.

“SUCKER!”

“AH HA! I KNEW I WOULD FIND YOU, CARMEL CLOWN!”

“YOU WILL NEVER GET MY SWEETNESS STICK BOY!”

“DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE CHERRY POWER MY CHEWY FRIEND.”

“STOP YELLING AT ME IN CAPITAL LETTERS CHOCO MAN, IT HURTS ME EYES!”

“YOU STARTED IT.”

“DID NOT”

“DID TOO.”

The sudden silence and lower case letters made my thoughts spin like cotton candy.
What now, I thought.

(This is the part where the story writer takes a small break.)

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*

*

“So, little walker of the yellow brick highway. . .”

“Road.”

“Excuse me? “

“Road, yellow brick road.”

“Fine, ROAD. I. . . “

“Caps.”

“What?”

“Caps, you’re using caps again.”

“Can we get this confrontation going? I mean this story was moving right along and you put kinks. . .”

“Sprinkles”

“ <sigh> SPRINKLES. . . Sprinkles in the way. Better?”

“AH HA!”

“Hey! Caps dude!”

“That was merely to throw you off your pursuit my little don’t bite to reach the center suck monster! Look down my fright less friend! You are trapped in a mound of spiced gum drops!”

It was true; the cherry pop was set fast in multi colored concrete of sugar! Much to his dismay.

“You will never get my taffy you lick fiend! “

With the evil stick stuck on the road. . .

“Yellow Brick.”

“Excuse me? Whose writing this this story?”

“You are, but be consistent. I am not a writer but even
I know you need to keep the story formulated”

“You’re a figment of my imagination taffy boy. I can write you out ya know.”

“You can’t do that. People already have closeness to me because
I am fighting the cavity getter”

Cavity getter? What kind of dumb name is that?

“You’re the writer.”

AS I WAS SAYING. . .

“Caps.”

Don’t push it. I have a finger on the delete button.

“Okay, okay! I was only trying to help. Don’t get your red hots in a bundle.”

Bundle THIS!

With the evil stick stuck on the ROAD. . . .

(Silence . . . . finally.)

I thought this was my only chance. I climbed atop that big cherry head and licked furiously. I just had to get to his chocolate brain. I was driven like never before to end this keeper of cavities reign over Jellybean mountain. When suddenly it hit me!
The pain was unbearable!

“AH COME ON!”

“I’m ignoring you.”

Then it hit me like a ton of rock candy. He had given me a . . .CAVITY!

It was an ambush. A planned attack on my pearly whites. Oh the anguish!
I had fallen hook, line and sucker to his scheme.

The war was lost.

The moral to this story boys and girls is simple. . .

“You’re a bad writer”

Never mess with the imagination of the writer.
Delete. . .is a powerful weapon.

(now whose laughing cavity boy?)

The End.

By: K. Mulroney

The Candied Beast of Jellybean Mountain

K. Mulroney

Johnsburg, United States

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