Sugar is power

One burly construction worker lays down in the gravelly grass lot, his feet towards the building next door, and gazes up at the blue sky. He calls for his two friends to take a break and come lay down with him. They do, and all breathe in deeply. One smells cotton candy, and picks up a rock next to a vent coming out of the building. It is coated with a multicolored fuzz, similar to cotton candy, or perhaps lint. He licks it. It is cotton candy! They all take a rock and lick them as they gaze up at the sky. One finds a rectangular sheet of red paper on the ground and holds it up to the sky, remarking that this was how one was supposed to be able to see the colors. The men squint, and then collectively gasp, as the colors become visible to them. After a while they start thinking about the cotton candy rocks, and decide to go find the source in the building next door. They go inside the building, which turns out to be a bakery and a candy shop, with old-fashioned counters and machinery. A young woman in a striped apron goes about making donuts, and the men talk, telling her about their discovery of the cotton candy rocks. They start insisting that she make more, and share the recipes. One man walks back into the shop and becomes very agitated by something, which starts a huge commotion with the men trying to push past the young woman. I barely get a glimpse of a back room with a high pyramid ceiling, filled with strings dripping with icicle-like dough. There is yelling about keeping such a secret, and not sharing the potential with others, and power.