Tim sits cross-legged on the carpet, surveying his mountain of sugary loot. All around him, younger siblings tiptoe, their eyes fixed hungrily on his piles. The radio crackles to life with a cheerful jingle, and Tim’s attention snaps to the television, where an animated bank—shaped like a giant candy jar—dances across the screen.

Sweet Bank Announcer appears in a sparkly suit, waving a giant lollipop: "Count your sweets! Chocolates, chewy candies, and all the rest—add them up! Then, swap and barter with friends. No set prices, just tasty trades!" Tim leans closer, mesmerized by the idea of turning his haul into something even greater.

"I’ll give you two chewy sweets for one chocolate," Tim offers, holding up his prized bars. His sister grins, replying: Ella"Deal! But only if you throw in an ‘Other’ sweet too." The joy of exchange fills the air, the candies shifting hands in a whirlwind of giggles and negotiation.

"Why not make the most of your trick-or-treating sweets? Bank with us at Sweet Bank! Safe from brothers, sisters, cousins, and even Mom!" Tim, feeling both clever and grown-up, loads some of his most coveted sweets into a shoebox labeled “Sweet Bank,” pretending to hand them to the animated clerk.

"You can look, but these are in the Sweet Bank now," Tim teases, hugging the box close. Ella sighs, admitting: "Maybe I should open an account too. It’s safer than hiding them in my dresser." Their cousin peers over, considering her own pile of sweets.

"Feeling overwhelmed? Feeling privileged? Feeling grown up? The Sweet Bank could be for you!" Tim smiles, already dreaming of next Halloween, knowing his stash is safe—and ready for future sweet adventures.