I once ate a candy bar. The soft, sweet goodness melted on my tongue and blessed me with the flavor of...what flavor was it?

I can’t remember. Did I even know in the first place? I ran through a list of chocolate bars in my head. It wasn’t Butterfinger, Snickers, or Three Musketeers... It wasn’t chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla...

Now this was a mystery. A great mystery only the great can solve. I put on my cape and top hat, and set out to the nearest candy store. There weren’t any stores dedicated entirely to candy nearby, so I went to Safeway. Rows upon rows of...Safeway stuff... The beeps of cashiers scanning items filled the air. What an annoying sound. Oh! Is that the ice cream aisle?

I pressed myself against the cool glass, my breath fogging up the transparent door as I stared at the assortment of ice cream, sorbets, and popsicles. The strawberry flavored popsicle in the corner called out to me. My trembling hand inched towards the handle of the refrigerator door, but I stopped myself. I wasn’t hear for popsicles, I was here for a mission.

…

What mission? Uh...