Summertime brings Pax Suburbia, but on Stan's last day at the grind, he's sent home with his pink, wrecks his Lexus into the garage door, buys out the lemonade stand two plots over. He is a two-martini hostile takeover and a power-tie, takes his bite of American pie with teeth like a white picket fence.

He keeps the kids on with a couple of sawbucks and sandbox stock options. Makes little Billy V.P. of swing-set marketing. Stan branches out into orange drink, grape juice, hey, Kool-Aid! Builds an empire on under-twelve thirst. The franchise reaches Sterling Heights and Oak Meadow.

Stan diversifies and plays hardball. Soccer moms and mini-vans, an unwitting network of rice crispy squares. A mob of cookie-selling campfire girls are escorted past Monument Street with a stern lecture on territory. Jackbooted cub scouts lean hard on the ice cream man. They go on the take better than teamsters.

One day, little Billy's called onto Stan's carpet. He climbs the gallows ladder to the tree house office. Cupcake penetration is less than total in Myrtle Grove, and the snack biz is no place for a candy-ass.