Grabbed the rock candy bat and ran,  apparently satisfied with their sweet reward. Thank goodness,  I hadn't had to resort to my real weapon,  my  sword-candy-cane!  I proceeded to the first house on my route and knocked,  mentally rehearsing  my sales pitch...

And ended up pointing back the same way!  Oh well,  I thought,  and strode back,  picked up my bag,  and sold the quaint little man some candy.  He was a soft touch;  I'd have to remember to send the Girl Scouts his way.  I took my loot back to Mr Wonka; he should be pleased with my prowess.  And met MacGyver coming back from his route,  looking a little haggard.  "What happened to you?"  I asked,  and he said...

hungry! They knocked me down and ran off with the whole bag!  But first they made me dance for the money and stuffed my pockets with ones, so at least I got paid. We both shrugged, nothing is too strange anymore.  As we headed back I kept catching glimpses of  

So,  as a last resort,  I intrepidly pulled out my sword-candy-cane,  and drove them off!  Bullies often give up easily when they see you're not afraid of them.  On the way back to the chocolate factory,  McGyver and I discussed the Cougars.  "They must have been part of that Senior Ladies baseball team,  the one that defeated the Gray Panthers last year"  I opined.  "They must have been really hyped up after a big win.  No telling what might happen."  I shivered.  "They can even be worse than soccer players!  I heard that once...

To find that the Senior Ladies,  also known as the Cougars,  were so ferocious that even the ice hockey players were afraid of them!  It was even rumored that their elderberry wine was spiked with illegal,  ferocity-enhancing drugs!    Oh no, I thought.  Those sweet little old ladies wouldn't do anything illegal!   How could they hold their heads up in church?  There must be another explanation.  Maybe...