Just a cutesy mostly plotless ficlet idea. Kind of a look inside the daily goings-on around King Candy's castle and what it was like to have him be the boss. And Skittles the uni-candy-corn is a deleted character from the scene "The Maize Maze", I do not own him or anyone else in this!

I imagine this takes place not too many months after King Candy takes over Sugar Rush.

To Catch a Uni-Candy-Corn

King Candy fervently paced back and forth in his salmon throne room, his hands clasped behind his back and staring down at the floor and looking as if deep in thought. Sour Bill stood at a short distance away, appearing bored (as usual) and was trying not to nod off to sleep in fear of being reprimanded by his majesty. The two perked up upon hearing the castle's entry doors open, Sour Bill rising to attention and King Candy crossing his arms in front of him and drumming his fingers along one elbow to signify his ever-growing impatience.

"It'sth about time you two showed up!" the annoyed king exclaimed as his two pastry-themed policemen, Wynnchel and Duncan made their way to where he was standing in front of his throne. He adjusted his bow tie and forcefully smiled at them. "I knead you to do something for me, hoohoo!"

He giggled at his own bad pun while the two cops exchanged confused glances. Sour Bill lowered his rotund head and shook it slowly, thinking about how he'd rather be anywhere than here in this room right about now. King Candy wiped a tear from his eye and then noticed that he was the only one laughing.

"You know, knead...need," he tried to explain as his audience continued to stare at him stupidly. "It's a pun...you're made of bread...kind of...and you knead bread dough and I need you to..." He cut himself off, all good humor gone now, and proclaimed, "Never mind!", throwing his arms up in exasperation. He tugged at his purple coat lapels and stated, "I have an misthon...missthion..."

He struggled with saying the word without lisping and he frustratingly snapped his fingers at Sour Bill, who immediately came closer like a beckoned dog. "Thour Bill, what'sth the word I'm trying to sthay?"

"Mission," was the blunt answer.

The king giggled a bit and patted the sour candyball on his head (much to the NPC's annoyance) and said, "Yesth, thank you!"

He stepped up closer to the two officers, who were both still staring at him cluelessly through their matching aviator shades, and he looked upwards at them, putting his hands back behind his back. "I have noticthed while taking my evening drive around the kingdom that we have what isth called a uni-candy-corn roaming wildly. It'sth pink with a black mane and tail and hasth a piece of candy corn for a horn."

Wynnchel raised his hand as if asking permission to speak. King Candy's face deflated into an annoyed expression and he said flatly, "Yesth, Wynnchel?".

The eclair-based policeman lowered his arm. "Are you talking about Skittles, sir?"

The short-statured monarch appeared stupefied for a few seconds then recollected himself, giggling nervously and waggling his fingers. "Yesth, that'sth who I'm talking about! Of coursthe! Hoohoo!" He cleared his throat. "I want him."

Duncan started to raise his hand like Wynnchel had done earlier but King Candy interrupted him. "Justth tell me what you want!" he exclaimed impatiently, jumping up off the floor a couple inches as he screamed. "You don't have to do that!"

The literal donut cop shrunk back upon getting yelled at and quickly spat out, "But your candiness, that monster breathes fire!"

King Candy lowered his eyes into a glare. "Isth that an exthcuse I smell?" He stepped forward to get closer to his two security officers. "Becausthe if it isth...I'll throw you in my Fungeon and let you go..." He paused for dramatic effect before saying, "STALE!"

The pastry duo gasped in horror and backed away from their ruler, their hands going to what would have been their cheeks if they'd had normal facial features.

"Oh no, sire!" Wynnchel proclaimed, forgetting his place. "We don't want to go stale!"

Duncan piped up, "Yeah we'll get all dry and hard and flake off crumbs and-"

"ENOUGH!" King Candy shouted, throwing his arms out to the sides of him in a hurried gesture, his teeth visually bared as he did so.

The two donuts immediately silenced themselves, biting at their lips in apprehension. The king regained his posture and he cleared his throat, then smiled gently and said in a quieter voice, "Wynnchel. Duncan. I am the king, therefore you do what I sthay. Isth that correct?"

The duo nodded obediently.

King Candy smiled warmly at this. "Good. Now that we're on the sthame page..." He went from smiling to frowning in two seconds flat and started screaming, "FIND ME THAT UNI-CANDY-CORN AND BRING HIM HERE!"

Without having to ask twice, the two officers span around and high-tailed it out of the castle to do their king's bidding. King Candy huffed and readjusted his crown on his head and then tugged his jacket on better. Sour Bill, who had wisely stayed silent throughout this episode, scuttled up to him and said,

"Mmm, sir? May I ask why you want Skittles for a pet exactly?"

King Candy chuckled and clasped his hands in front of him. "To ride him! What kind of king doesthn't have a royal stheteed...theed..." He grew annoyed and not being able to say "steed" and instead said, "Pony."

I'm so used to writing for Turbo, this was really weird writing him in King Candy form...hope I did okay with him! Not sure how long this thing is gonna last, this was just a random idea I had in my head lol

Sorry this was short! Not sure how long the other chapters will be...