Having created his own version of popping candy, he had gone to the local shopping centre to shre them with the wanton children of materialistic parents.

Kids would always grab at a lolly bag if one was waved in front of them. He had seen it often enough. In fact, he had seen it in town after town. Now he called himself the Candy Man. Their surprise would come sooner rather than later, he assumed, given the way that kids manipulate their parents these days.

Half the excitement would be wondering whether he would get out of there before a child exploded.
He guessed he would.