"I just came from that way," you point to the foothills of the Gummy Mountains, the opposite direction from the bears. You're not sure what's going on here, but ACAB. Even in Candyland. "Let me help you with this," you move the cover back onto the gummy trap, 'accidentally' breaking it in the process. "Oh, no! This cover's cracked! Did you see this?" You show the guard. As he moves in, you hit him in the face with the cover and grab his taser, flipping the on switch, and pressing it flush against his thigh. You pull the trigger. A blue light flashes and emits a deep electronic buzz, and the guard shrieks in pain. Horrifyingly, he begins to melt at the point of impact, and then screams anew as he touches his molten leg. The invisible flames extend to everything they touch, and his hands and wrists begin to melt with his leg.
"I thought this wouldn't work on humans!" You yell over his screams.
"Then why did you hit me with it?!" The guard screams in agony as he descends into a pool of his own molten lower half.
"I didn't believe you," you flip the switch on the side of the ray gun to 'off.' Safety first.
"It works on everything in Candyland you assho--!" He shrieks with his last breath. The smell is real. It's the familiar stench of burnt sugar. You grab the cover to the gummy trap and toss it into the tall brush. You haven't been this angry in years, and you can't decide if you want to engage this horrifying political theater on behalf of oppressed sweets, or if you should just find your date and get the hell out of here... back to your own reality, and the injustice and reality you're used to.