So the undertaker was tired. So tired that

So the undertaker was tired. So tired that he was going a bid flaky. He started feigning accents, even with his friends. M'lady need anythin?
The Undertake was of course speaking to a corpse. One that had been filled with lots of Mexican candy because
he was the inventor of the pińata and would have wanted it that way. The mourners lined up in blindfolds and took whacks at the dear departed. The funeral band played
what else? Mariachi music. Everyone took a swing at him and when his bereaved widow whacked the 'old donkey' his belly burst open and pesetas & candy showered the funeral guests
It was then that the food inspector came to ruin everybody's fun by confiscating all of the candy.
The food inspector announced the candy had artificial ingredients. Not only that, there was an epidemic of cavetified orifices that cost a billion dollops to maintain. No money for
schools or highways. Candyland was becoming a wasteland under the influence of Mayor Zotz. The gingerbread people couldn't believe they had voted for him. "We've been duped," they
realized. The gingerbread people started a protest, but they were promptly eaten by the obese police force under Zozt's rule. "SAVE THE GINGER! REBUILD CANDYLAND!"
Their plan might have seen half-baked, but gingers worldwide would later thank them for their services. Candyland was almost rebuilt by the time the gingerbread folk finished
Building the new ovens. Some wag labeled them Hansel and Gretal and the names just stuck. Others considered it in poor taste and shunned them forever after. I lost many sins.

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