Marzipan Expressway

In 1948, Pablo invented 'Marzipan Expressway', a new form of competitive racing experience that blended many people's favourite thing about Simnel cake with the excitement of charioteering. A go-er from the off, this hit the sweetspot on ESPN's evening broadcast within about 6 weeks of playing. Before long, the syndicates had turned on their master and taken bites out of his pie that would take many a year to heal.

Cutting his losses, Pablo fought the cartel that was trying to topple him, pulling on every trick his granma had taught him in this wily world of business to gain the edge and come out of it all with some of his capital intact.  He eventually found his way through by marrying Edgar, the Chairman of the board, off to his eldest daughter Julier*.  

Much like the Treaty of Brétigny, the dampers had been put on Edgar's ambition. And now that she'd moved out, Pablo the Black Prince was able to put his feet up on a Saturday evening without the creeping fear that Julier's hair straighteners were setting fire to some far distant corner of the bungalow's expensive carpet.

Marzipan Expressway had been such a booming behemoth of achievement that Pablo decided to go it alone once more and so he came up with 'Fondue Fling', a variant on highland dancing. It would always remain a niche corner in the market, but it did well enough that Julie could relinquish her futile work in the nerosurgery unit down the hospital**, and the two of them lived on Jam and butter for ever more.

*Pablo's wife was Julie but when his daughter was born she was, somewhat obviously, even more so.

** A 'no-brainer' really