Good to hear your family reunion went off without making the the evening news. I remember the few reunions we had when I was a kid, Uncle Fred (we all have an Uncle Fred don't we) who my not have actually been MY uncle was the primary reason we kept having the things every 6 months. He was in his mid 90's and swore he was going to die. He did eventually die but not until long after we stopped having the reunions every six months. Truth is, my family just isn't that much fun to be around and most of the people that gathered were from a branch of the tree that was not entirely integrated with my own. Fred (uncle or not) was really cool though, he was a lot like George Burns and shared my opinion that everyone else didn't seem to belong.
Now back to the candy drop-Hey kids, here comes the candy plane. ..pilot has a flashback and dive bombs the crowd, chucking fists full of atomic fire balls at the fat kids first then taking out the skinny fast ones with juji fruits. With just the little carpet crawlers left he circles around and loads up his fists with peanut m&m's "thwack, thwack, thack" down go the ones with peanut allergies. Now Uncle Fred is having his own flash back and starts to scream "Milk Duds...I wanted Milk duds Dad" (he's flashed back to when HIS dad strafed a field of unsuspecting family with candy at the Vargo family reunion 85 years ago). Just then the milk duds start flying, only now the temps have soared to triple digits and it aint pretty. Finally the pilot regains his her senses and drops the remaining marshmallow peanuts on the gathering spectators and flies off into the sunset with a peprmint tucked behind her ear.