take turns looking through a window

into the accounting office.

[music playing]

The Ferdinand Spratt?

[door creaking]

Are you Ferdinand Spratt, as in Spratt's Sweets?

Yeah, you're talking to the last living Spratt.

Who are you?

My name's Jean.

And I'm a huge fan of Spratt's Sweets.

Did you peel off from the factory tour?

How'd you know? Hairnet?

Yep.

It's an awful tour.

So awful.

Who's your tour guide, Michelle?

- Yep. - Figures.

She's the only one.

Look, I came all this way to talk to someone in charge.

But now I've met you, the most in charge

person in the whole place.

Technically speaking, yeah.

So what can I do for you?

[sighs] Your company changed Chunky Blast-Offs.

And I really, really, really want you to change them back,

let's say, by Monday at the latest.

- That's it? - That's it.

Done.

Wait, really?

- Yeah. - Oh, wow.

Great.

So it's done?

Well, not done.

It's going to be, like, a whole thing with the suits.

But from one mega Spratt's fan to another, I promise to help.

Yes!

Thank you, Ferdie.

But first, I need your help.

I want to tie licorice whips to the ceiling fan

to make a licorice tornado.

But I'm scared to go to the top of the ladder

without someone holding it.

A licorice tornado?

Yeah.

[music playing]