He was the birthday boy and if he wanted to put his head in the cotton candy machine so that it would swirl the candy directly onto his face like a beard, then by god, these fucking yokels were going to step aside and let it happen.
The boy’s father made it clear to the park manager that he possessed both the political ties and the ego to ruin him and his stupid theme park for anything less than total compliance. The park manager took this information over to the machine operator and after some back and forth between the two men, the boy’s request was granted.
He popped his head into the machine and as it started spinning, he squealed with delight.
“Hurray!” he shouted. “It tickles!”
But something went wrong. The candy began swirling, faster and faster until the boy’s head was completely engulfed in a mass of pink cotton candy.
“Turn it off!” screamed the boy’s father.
The machine operator jerked the lever so hard that it broke off into his hand. Smoke poured out the sides, but the machine continued to spin. Using everything he had left, the boy pushed himself out of the machine and ran away, his cries muffled by the cotton candy shell covering his head.
Finally, his screams ceased and he fell to the ground. Onlookers ran up and began pulling the chunks of cotton candy off of the boy’s head, but it was too late. The candy had eaten through all of the tissue, leaving nothing but an exposed, melted skull.
The good news is that because the lever broke off, the machine was still pumping out cotton candy, so it wasn’t like we had been waiting in that long line for nothing.
