Kevan Smith - Lolly Factory

“What do you mean I can’t go? We always go!! You promised us we would go. This is not fair; I always buy a big bag of Lollygobbleblissbombs. You promised mummy. It’s not fair, its its…” Marty breaks down to dribbling and whining as he stamps his feet and thumps his little fists into the un-mowed grass.

This seems to bother the bull ants who are looking for any passing picnic at the time and don’t like the idea of being hit in the head by a snotty nosed 15yr old spoilt brat chucking a tantrum. Nathanial, sorry – King Nathanial of the Bull Ant Beat Youth Mob – a split off from the main faction of grass marauders that habit these long grasses jungles. King Nathanial orders his gang to bite the blubbering giant on his massive pink marshmallow fists and legs and bottom and up his trouser legs just to show the blubberer that the Bull Ant Beat Youth Mob – or BABYMob – are not going to take being beat up in their own back yard. He quickly organises biting crews to attack the giant baby on all the exposed bits.

The Lolly Factory is quickly forgotten as the massive marshmallow yelps and jumps and dances and cries all at the same time brushing and hitting and swiping and blubbering with tears and snot doing as much drowning of the BABYMob as the hitting and swishing was removing them.

“Attack! Up his trousers” shouts King Nathanial as he leads one more attack up the shirt of the human marshmallow, who is now rolling around on the ground both crying and slapping all at the same time.

“Mummy, mummy, help me, they’re biting me” yelps the whining fat Marty, now running around in circles with bull ants flying off him as if he was a giant bungee jump for bull ants.

“There, there young Marty, mummy will rub spittle on your bites.” as she hacks into her hand gobs of spit to rub onto his increasing swollen posterior.