Twenty seven days left.

Dan was grinning. There was no way this could fail! He had the brilliant idea of making a load of doughnuts with sweets on them, and then selling them at triple the cost to people at the fair!

"Ok, let's see…that's twenty quid…two hundred doughnuts…so, at one pound each… we'll be at two hundred and eighty pounds! This can't fail!" Dan celebrated, cheering and chanting.

"Who's the best? (Dan!) Who's the best? (Dan!) Who's the best? (Dan!)"He kept singing, until Jimmy tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, genius." Blanka growled. "How're we getting them to the fair?" Dan shrugged Jimmy's concern off.

"I have a wheel-barrow. We line it with cling-film, and we're good to go!" Dan carried on with his little song, while Sakura and Blanka stared at him. The usually stupid pink-clad man had a good idea! 'Desperate times call for desperate measures,' Sakura thought.

"Doughnuts! The best you've ever tasted! Just one pound a pop! Just like my martial art, nothing rivals these doughnuts! They are unparalleled in greatness! C'mon people, some of you have gotta be hungry! How're we doing, kid?" Dan was shouting himself hoarse, throwing a quick question Sakura's way. Sakura was embarrassed by Dan's futile screaming, but saw it as a means to an end. Looking in the money box, she counted the newly added coins.

"We have eighty-three pounds Dan." She said, sounding deflated.

"What are you so sad about, kid? They're flying out to happy customers! Who's the best? (Dan!)" Sakura rolled her eyes at Dan's stupidity.

"Dan, we put our eighty pounds in there to look professional! We've made three pounds!" Sakura shouted.

Dan scratched his head.

"But we've been here an hour…" He said, dejected. Jimmy woke from his nap, and joined in on the conversation.

"Yeah, we have. The reason we haven't made sales is cos of that guy behind us!" Blanka pointed. There was a man there, with a candy-floss stall. It had a sign saying: Candy-floss! The cheapest anywhere! Only fifty pence!

"Right! I'm fighting that fogey!" Dan said, running to the stall behind them.

Both his cohorts sighed.

"Does he think a screaming man dressed in pink will attract customers?" Blanka joked, and Sakura laughed.

"Oh yeah, 'C'mon people, some of you have gotta be hungry!'" They both laughed at that.

Dan was finally at the stall of his nemesis, who had become his nemesis ten seconds ago.

"Oi, you!" He said, pointing at his 'nemesis.' "Stop stealing our sales! I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Dan ran at the flustered man, shouting "Koooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrr rrruuuuuuuuuuukeeeeeeeeeeeee ennnnnnn!" The man dived out of the way. All he saw was a deranged, pink lunatic running at him. Dan had his eyes closed, certain that he would feel the satisfying crack that would accompany a successful Koryuken. He felt a crack. His head on the tree he had jumped and (from the viewpoint of onlookers) head butted.

"owww…" Sakura and Blanka ran over, and dragged Dan to their stall, (The wheel-barrow), and hid the groaning man behind it. By the time the fair closed, they had sold fourteen more, at half the price. They were now in the red by ten pounds.

"WHAT?! WE STILL HAVE EIGHTY-THREE LEFT?!" Dan screamed.

"Calm down, sensei!" Sakura said. "So that one didn't work. We still have twenty-six days left!" She reasoned.

"Yeah…" Dan sounded depressed. "You do know we have to eat those? They will be stale tomorrow."

"I'll have one. I'm not ruining my physique." Sakura motioned to her abs.

"I'll have two." Blanka growled. "Just to make it an even eighty for you, Dan."

"WHAT?" Dan was crying. "I have to eat eighty?" Dan stood up. "Fine. I'll do it, and my next idea will work!"

When Sakura and Blanka got to the dojo the next morning, they found a fat Dan, awake, chewing on a doughnut, finishing it. His eyes glowed at the sight of his cohorts.

"I did it, I ate them all!" He cheered. "Who's the best? (Dan!)" He chanted, seemingly pleased with himself.

"Um, sensei?" Sakura said. Dan raised a questioning eyebrow. Sakura pointed behind him. There was a full tray of around twenty doughnuts, just sitting there.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Twenty-six days left.

Poor Dan! Will he ever succeed? If you have an idea you want Dan to try, just ask! I can't use every idea, but I will try, if I see potential. If you do have an idea, write it down as a letter, cos then we can have fun with Dan receiving mysterious letters that are giving him ideas from unknown sources. Hope you enjoyed!