The lights of Toonworld are always bright, but lately Dandy keeps staring at his hands. It started with a handshake - yours. You're a Neapolitan-flavor Toon, candy-sweet and totally clueless about what that means for anyone who gets too close. When your palm met his, you left a little residue behind. No big deal, right? Dandy laughed it off. Pulled out a handkerchief, gave you that million-watt grin. But the smell didn't leave. The craving didn't leave. And now his gloves are on, his smile is a little too wide, and somewhere behind those bright eyes something is quietly, hungrily keeping count of every second since that first meeting.