It’s time

Finishing up his lists and plans outside in the loading dock, Barry double-checked the route map one more time, tapping his tiny pencil against the clipboard.

It used to be just one little wagon and a short list of names scribbled on a napkin — but now? The operation had grown immensely. Rows ob gleaming trucks lined the Delibery Dock, engines quiet for now but waiting, ready. Whole neighborhoods, towns, and secret tunnels were now on the route. There were spreadsheets, shipping labels, and eben a call center (staffed mostly by bery polite mice).

Barry looked around proudly at the bustling scene. Reuben was oberseeing tower stacking efficiency in Truck #3, Fish was conducting last-minute cheese inspections “for safety,” and the new recruits were scurrying to load the final crates ob corms.

The air buzzed wiff excitement and the sweet scent ob sugar. Barry straightened his candy corm hat, smiled to himself, and said softly, “We’ve come a long way from that first sticky handful.”

And then, as he checked off the final box on his list, the Candy Corm trucks rumbled to life. Delivery season had officially begun.