This is loosely based on a personal experience of mine.
In my home town many years ago, the down town area had a Hershey Hotel. During the Christmas season, they would host a chocolate buffet (Hershey…Chocolate…Buffet? Naturally!). So at something like the low price of $8 a person, you could eat to your heart’s (or stomach’s) content. Chocolate lover that I was (and am!), I HAD to go, and talked a friend into going with me. So once we finished, we were walking back to the car, and truly, I started to double over from cramps. My friend? He was just fine. Guess he didn’t pig out like I did–or he had a stomach of steel, one or the other. I was laughing at my predicament and cramping all the way to the car, just barely making it as I recall. I couldn’t drive us home (I reclined the passenger seat and lay in a fetal position, moaning). Once home, I recouped on the couch for another hour, until the pain subsided. Wow. I don’t think I have ever shoveled that much sugar into myself since then. A lesson learned!
Now Clumsy and Nutsy get to go through the same experience as I! I hope they learn as well, but I kind of doubt it.