Candy Crush Saga. Part II: The Revenge of

Candy Crush Saga. Part II: The Revenge of Queen Frostine and Grandma Nutt. When we last left off, the CEO of a Fortune 500 company burned Candy Land to the ground.

Mr. Mint, the illegitimate son of Queen Frostine, had been assassinated...CRUSHED by the enemy, Riccardo Zacconi, creator of Candy Crush Saga. Grandma Nutt's counterterrorist

panties were all up in a bunch. Grandma Nutt was like that. Her underwear was all military themed. She had stiletto combat boots. She had a bra with bayonetts. The problem was

that her ex-husband and plenty of subsequent boyfriends had all left her after she introduced them to her Neo-fascist themed bondage apparatus in her basement. Of course, this was

perfect when they left through the front door. With a simple pull of the lever, her ex-husband and the rest of paramours slid down to the Nazi hollow earth. Where she ruled as a

Princess of delectable donuts. She was sick of McDonald's taking the thunder of beautiful donuts. The paramour and her ex-husbando were in her way of plans. Donuts would be SUPREME

Treatment according to Dr. Sardonicus, who specialises in the primal scream. Donuts were cheap and plentiful at the settee table. His assistant, a lion named Leo, served them every

type of false reason for why they couldn't do nothing because it would always be doing something. Dr. Sardonicus lionized his assistant, Leo, which is why he tolerated such machina

-tions. Leo eyed the roast turkey, his saliva spilling onto the lace tablecloth. "I am thankful to Dr. Sardonicus," he began, "and to all my friends at Folding Story. You are my

dear cherried, err cherished fries slurp I mean friends, I'm so grrreeaatful Grrramph." Chicken Little disappeared, "Chomp." Porky was gone & Glump! He had the Turkey for Dessert.