55,000 Kit Kats Go Missing in Bizarre Candy Caper
The journey of two shipping crates of candy bars took an unexpected turn, leaving freight broker Mr. Shane Black knee-deep in a pool of confusing chocolatey troubles, and wishing for a break… a Kit Kat break.
By Odd News Show Staff · February 28, 2024
What was supposed to be a simple delivery of delicious chocolate bars turned into a nightmare for a Florida freight broker, who found himself entangled in a web of lies, scams, and phantom truckers.
Our story begins with Danny Taing, the founder of Bokksu, a New York company that sells Japanese snacks. Taing had a brilliant idea to import 55,000 rare KitKat bars in exotic flavors like matcha latte and melon—the KitKat flavor you’ve never heard of and never wanted. He hoped to make a sweet profit by selling them to American consumers who are, let’s admit it, dumb.
The KitKats arrived safely in California, where they awaited their final destination: Bokksu’s warehouse in New Jersey. This is where Shane Black, a professional freight broker, came in. Black was hired to coordinate the transportation of the KitKats across the country. He thought it was as easy as breaking off a piece of a KitKat bar. He was in for a shock.
Black posted the job on a trucking board, where he was contacted by a man named Tristan from HCH Trucking. I haven’t trusted a Tristan since one betrayed Rory Gilmore—and this one was no different.
Black realized something was wrong when the KitKats did not arrive in New Jersey. He tried to contact Tristan, but he was met with excuses and lies. Tristan claimed that his truck broke down in Pennsylvania, and that he needed more time and money to fix it. Suspicious, Black decided to investigate.
Lo and behold: Tristan was a fraud, and that the KitKats were still in California. Black was furious, but he wanted to salvage the situation. Chocolate should not be wasted! Plus, matcha latte KitKats were probably expensive; there must be a reason matcha latte’s cost about $14. So, Black hired another trucker, Manny from MVK Transport, to retrieve the KitKats and deliver them to New Jersey. But—get this—Manny was also a scammer. I’m starting to think maybe Black needs a better way of sourcing talent? That’s too many abandoned KitKats.
Black felt helpless. He had lost two truckers, and he still did not have the bars. He contacted the cold-storage facility, where he learned that the candy bars were still there. One hitch: the facility demanded proof of ownership and payment for storage fees before releasing the candy. The candy was literally held hostage.
Black tried to get help from Taing, but he was met with silence. Apparently, the company had given up on the KitKats. Taing had ordered a new shipment of KitKats from Japan, and he had moved on. It was Black who was still hung up on his ex of a candy bar.
Black was dumbfounded: no KitKats, no money, and no hope. He had fallen victim to a candy caper that had turned into a freight fiasco. He had learned a bitter lesson about the dark side of the snack industry, where strategic thieves and phantom truckers lurk.
The KitKats, meanwhile, are still trapped in a sugary limbo, waiting for someone to claim them. They are the silent witnesses of a sweet heist gone sour, a cautionary tale of the perils of chocolate trafficking. And of course, a stark reminder never to mess with melon KitKats.