So here we have a little story about George dreaming about being in Candyland and saving John's family.

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"Ooh.. I think I ate too much candy back there." George groaned as he waddled to his room.

"Aw no worries George, you only ate THE ENTIRE CONTENTS OF THE STORE INCLUDING THE STORE ITSELF!!" John grumbled. "Brian won't be happy when he finds out you gained a hundred pounds and spend a fifth of the cash we got from our tour on paying the shop owner."

"Well I'm sure he'll build a new store with much more candy with the money we paid him. And then we ca-"

"I doubt he would want you back there again after what happened. Anyways, let's just get some sleep. Hopefully all that candy won't give you any weird dreams."

"Alright John. Goodnight."

A few hours later when George was in a deep sleep, he suddenly a sweet scent hit his nose. "Huh.. Smells like.. Brownies!" He thought.

Upon opening his eyes, he found himself in a field full of sweets and baked goods of all kinds. "Wow! I think I'm in heaven!" He exclaimed as he dove into a cotton candy bush, munching on it instantly.

"So good! It's a lot sweeter than the usual kind." Then he ate through giant candy canes, lollipop trees and rock candy near a chocolate lake. As he ate George felt his belly swell, his bottom grew as well until he felt it hit the ground. "Good thing it didn't outgrow my legs." He thought as he continued to eat.

His legs and thighs filled out in order to support his massive girth, his arms became flabby as well, making it harder to pick up all the delicious sweets he wanted and finally his cheeks puffed up and a double chin formed on his face. "Phew. But I'm still so hungry, ah! That chocolate lake still hasn't been touched yet!"

Diving in, George took in giant gulps of hot chocolate and smiled, finally satisfied with his full belly. "Ah, this is the life."

But his moment of bliss wouldn't last long, eventually George saw a familiar face waddle towards him. "Stu? What's up with that knight's outfit you're wearing, His Majesty is finished."

"That's SIR Stuart Gumdrop Sutcliffe to you."

"I must be dreaming then.. Might as well play along for a bit." He thought. "Well anyways, what have I done wrong Sir Stu? I was only having a small swim."

"Well anyways, you know that the marshmallow king only allows peasants to swim in his personal chocolate lake from 8 AM to 2 PM. Don't you know how hard it is getting all those bits of cloth out of here?! I must take you to the king himself to see what he thinks about you!"

"Why is it that every fantasy story involves someone being dragged into a castle of sorts?" He grumbled as Stu pulled him out of the lake and waddled with him to a large castle that looked like it was made of rock candy. "Hope I can beg my way out of this o-"

"So you swam in my lake despite the clear rules I set?" A voice boomed from deeper into the castle.

"Well look king, I'm not from around here and you didn't put up any signs for a-"

"Not from here? You must be a spy then! Sent by Dentist Chapman!"

"What?! No! Why are you jumping to conclusions so quickly?! I just arrived here!"

A giant shadow than emerged from the door, it was John, except he was twice as fat as George was, his skin was as white as a marshmallow and was wearing a royal outfit. "I do apologize for losing my temper, but last time someone from another area came here my wife and sons were kidnapped! I've sent my best Knights looking for her but with no luck.. I might never see her again."

Feeling sorry for John the Marshmallow, George waddled to him and said "I can find her for you. If it means clearing my name and cheering you up."

"You.. You would do that? Oh thank you so much!! What is your name anyways pink thing? I am John."

"Names George. Pink? I'm more pale re-" looking down, George saw that he looked as pink as a pack of bubble gum. "I guess no human can live in a candy world."

"Well anyways, here's a map of our world and some chocolate coins in case you need to buy anything."

"Thanks your highness. Anything else I need to know about this place?"

"Ah yes! Make sure you watch out for any thieves or Paulie Pie. He can be very crazy."

"Alright good to know, I'll be back with her very soon!"

Waddling out the door, George took a quick look at his map. "Let's see now, Licorice Lab sounds pretty suspicious, I might check there first."

"Hands up!!" Another familiar voice rang out. Turning around, George saw a fat Ringo with shiny red skin, like that of hard candy and his rings were ring pops. "Who do you think you are?"

"Everyone knows me, Ringo Ring-Pop! Best bandit in town! Now gimme everything you have!"

Not knowing what to do, George hid his bag of coins behind his back and said "I haven't got anything sorry. Go and rob someone else."

"You liar! I know you got coins! I can smell them!"

Not wanting any trouble, George used his swollen belly as a battering ram and knocked Ringo into the moat. "That should teach you to steal! Why don't you just get a job and make your own money?"

"Aw now I'm all wet! Maureen won't like this.. She saved up so much to buy me this new outfit."

"Wait.. Why are you suddenly not so confident?"

"Well I'm a bandit because I'm poor, I need to support two kids, three in a few months time and Maureen's job as a hairstylist won't make her a lot of coins. I had to resort to stealing, I know it's bad but it's a necessary evil."

"Well.. I can lend you a few coins, and I'm sure if you come along with me to save King John's family he'll cover you in gold!"

Feeling his spirits brighten, Ringo smiled as he got out of the water and hugged George. "You really think so?"

"Aw, I know so Ringo. Now let's get going! The faster we find her the happier John will be."

"Wait! I need to get these coins to Maureen first, just so she and the kids can have a real meal while in gone."

After lending the coins to the Candy Starkeys, George and Ringo set off on their adventure! "Alright if we keep going up this lane we should be able to make it to the Licorice Labs in no time."

"Do we have to? I'm sure we can find another way there."

"But they'll take way too long, this way is much quicker."

"But we'll be dangerously close to.. Paulie Pie. His shop is just around the corner and-"

But before Ringo could finish his sentence, George saw what looked like a trail of candied fruit. "Why would anyone leave all this behind?"

"Ooh more customers! And someone from out of town I see?" Looking up, George saw you guessed it, an obese Paul with an apron on. "I'm guessing you're Paulie Pie."

"That's right! And I take you both must be starving after walking for so long! Why don't you try some of my pies? They're on the house!"

"He doesn't seem like a bad guy." George told Ringo as he was offered a slice of blueberry pie.

"But his pies! Don't ea-"

But George already finished his slice. "Wow! That was good! It wasn't drugged or anything was it?"

"Well if I did that then no one would buy my baked goods!"

Then George saw that his nose was turning blue. "Aw not again!"

Looking down, George saw that his belly was getting even rounder, his limbs and neck were sinking into his ever growing body and his clothes were torn as he continued to grow. Eventually George became a giant blueberry with only a head sticking out. "Well now I know why John wanted me to avoid you."

"I-I-I can explain!" Paul stuttered. "This always happens with any of my fruit pies! I fed a blueberry pie to King John and he ended up turning into one! I got a bad rep ever since but it wasn't my intention to do this!"

"It wasn't?"

"I've been trying to find out what makes people inflate every time they eat my pies but no luck as of yet. This started happening as soon as the veggie soldiers arrived."

"Veggie soldiers?"

"They're from the neighboring Healthy Land. They're so obsessed with being thin or muscular! They hate us just because we're chubby, I heard they even threatened to kidnap the Royal Marshmallows!"

"Well I'm sure they got two of them, King John wanted me to find them and now I think I know where they are! Do you have any more pies?"

"Lots! I would love to feed them to those health nuts! But first we should wait a bit until you're ripe enough to be juiced."

Once George was finally juiced, the group made their way back on the road. "Hey look at that! Those sheep look like candy floss!" George exclaimed as they passed through a field.

"That's because they're candyfloss sheep." Paul explained, then all of a sudden a fat and fluffy sheepdog with pink fur dashed towards him and licked his face. "Martha! Down girl!"

"Jane's here too? I'm seeing a lot of familiar faces here." George thought as Jane waddled to them in a shepherd's outfit. "Hello Paulie." She said, kissing his cheek. "Martha really missed you."

"I bet. I missed her too. How are the sheep?"

"Oh they're all so happy! They really love being out in the sun. Would you like some tea? Maybe a slice of cake? You must all be starving."

"I'm good miss Jane. I already had a big blueberry pie."

"And it shows." She giggled. "Now you all heading somewhere?"

"To find the Royal Marshmallows!"

"Oh dear, Cynthia, Julian and Sean were captured? Those veggies weren't kidding when they threatened to kidnap them.."

"Yeah, but we'll save them and kick their butts!"

"Well good luck! Oh, and I got something from King John, he brought along some winter coats in case you three are going through the Ice Cream Mountains."

"Aw that's nice of him, tell him we said thanks. Now time to press foreword!"

It got freezing incredibly fast, even with the winter coats the three still got cold treading through the ice cream, though they did stop to eat some along the way, their extra fat keeping them warm. "Huh? There's someone skating on that popsicle lake." Ringo said.

Looking at the frozen lake, George saw an immensely fat Pattie skating around. "Wow.. She's very pretty." He mumbled. "Maybe she can help us."

Waddling to her, George got her attention by slipping on the ice. "Sorry about that miss." He blushed.

Smiling, Pattie helped him up and dusted some ice cream off him. "That's quite alright. I'm Pattie Popsicle, you four looking for someone?"

"Oh yes! Cynthia and the marshmallow kids. John sent us."

"Ah, well he didn't know that I saved them already!"

"You did? How come you didn't tell him?"

"Well it was just a last minute thing to keep this oneshot from being too long. Anyways, they're staying warm in my igloo, tomorrow we'll all return with them!"

Needless to say, John was overjoyed to see his wife and kids back. "You found them!"

"Well while we were captured we found out that those veggies tried to make a bomb out of something they call Toothpaste. But it didn't work when Sean threw some marshmallow fluff into the vat." Cynthia explained. "Needless to say, they won't be bothering us for a long time!"

Smiling, John waddled to George and hugged him too. "How can I ever repay you?"

"How about a big chocolate cake?"

But as soon as the cake was rolling towards him, George slowly found himself back in his room with the sun shining out from the window. "Aww, did I have to wake up now? Just before I could get a big-"

Then George took a look at the table, which now had a delicious, chocolate fudge cake on it. "Huh?"

Picking up a note next to the cake, George read "Here's your cake. Enjoy Bubble Gum Georgie. Man that was some dream."