Word Bowling and a Turkey Dinner

Frame 1:

Ladies and gentlemen, it is with honor I take these scissors and cut this ribbon, signifying the grand opening of the official Chocolate Hall-of-Fame. Many years of research and scientific studies have gone into developing this sweet treat. I personally remember getting chalk all over my suit late into the night, living off soda and granola bars. But Mark was a real champ and together we created something great. I'm thankful for all the support we've received from our families who, thankfully, did not choke on our many failed experiments. We've also had to deal with an occasional spy or two trying to cheat us out of our success. But here we are. And now, without any further adieu...

Frame 2:

Chalk outlines stream across the road. Hollow promises he had made, the Champ. If only they had known he would cheat. He had only put a drop in each chocolate bar. He couldn't have known that it would case them to choke on the first bite. If he had run scientific tests he would have known. All he had to do was add a little baking soda. If he had known. But he had been a spy in school, leaning on better shoulders for support. And now, every candy bar is more dangerous than running with a pair of scissors. 

Frame 3:

To the Commander: General Hertz, the spy that we have been searching for, has been apprehended. The documents were located in a crate of soda bottles that were found with him. His plan had been to choke the pilot and deliver the documents, evidence that the Red Hare is a cheat, to his Elbonian contact, code name: the Champ. We were able to use adhesive chalk to immobilize the target while we waited for tactical support to arrive. The only weapons he was carrying was a large knife and a blow dart gun disguised as a pair of scissors. We also found a box of chocolates in the target's possession  We are running scientific tests to toxins and other anomalies, but have found nothing as yet. End transmission.