We assembled at the rally point on the wrong side of the tracks. When consensus was achieved, we began our march to the Candy Kingdom. Before we had made it even a single kilometer, a man began yelling at us.
„It’s not here,” he exclaimed. “It’s that way.”
This seemed incredible. It became apparent that, despite his fedora, he was probably the King of Ooo.
Nevertheless, we followed him in the direction he indicated. He did not offer us space in his vehicle, but we managed to catch up eventually.
„It’s to the right of the cafe. Look for сиська,” he announced.
It occurred to me that the only sign I had seen that said сиська was right by where he had intercepted us. It also occurred to me that the cafe had three sides, and “right” was rather ambiguous.
There was much confusion until the Banana Man showed up.