<Previously on the story>


Donut Trumpet has only one wish: to be king.

After gaining the power to time-leap by eating 101 hamburgers, young Donut hatches a plan to hold the "King Festival" at the very school where his rival Lib has vanished!

Burgers and time-leaps will carry Donut up the craziest staircase of his life!

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And then came the day of the King Festival—


Everything was going exactly according to my plan.

The gym, decked out with streamers and tinsel, was bursting with excitement.


"Donut! Donut!"


All the students were chanting my name as I stepped onto the stage.

Spotlights. A white jumpsuit with fringes—just like Elvis.

With my backup band behind me, I grabbed the mic and shouted:


"I'm Donut! Donut!

The king of Key Foresta—

and soon, the king of the world!"


The crowd went wild.

Boys pounding their chests like baby gorillas, girls fainting in hysterics.

But this was just the warm-up.

The real show was about to begin.


While singing, I glanced at my boys on both sides of the gym.

They nodded—ready.

My roar pushed the crowd's excitement to the limit.


Now!


A split second later, sparks shot up from both sides of the gym.


Whoosh! Boom! Crackle!


The fireworks exploded into the ceiling, ricocheted off the walls and floor, showering the place with dazzling sparks.


Perfect!


All those times tagging along with Dad's construction jobs had paid off.

Who else could pull off live fireworks inside a school gym? Nobody but me.

The gym erupted in applause and cheers.

I screamed even louder.


But—according to the cops who grilled me later—what actually filled the gym wasn't applause or cheers.


It was panic.


Screams.

Absolute chaos.

Kids freaking out at the sudden fireworks.

First graders bawling their eyes out.

Teachers and parents shouting.


Then the sparks hit the curtains—fire.

Flames roared up.

People panicked, tried to run, tripped, fell.

Fire alarms blared, sprinklers burst open.


But to me, all that noise sounded like the crowd praising me—cheering for their king.

So I screamed back with everything I had:


"I'm Donut!

The invincible hero—Donut!"


Fire, water, and madness—

the ultimate festival.

No doubt about it.


I'm the king. Absolutely.


From somewhere outside, I could hear sirens—fire trucks and police cars rushing closer.