Yesterday was a delightful time at Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party. Today I packed a full MNSSHP bag of souvenir candy in my carry-on bag. When I got in what had seemed like a brisk-moving line through security, things came to an abrupt halt. We were then told that tablets now needed to be placed in separate bins, like laptops, and that food also needed to be placed into separate bins as well. (Candy was specifically mentioned.) Removing the MNSSHP bag from my carry-on bag and placing it into a separate bin, I passed through the checkpoint and managed to collect several of my things from the conveyer belt, but my bin of MNSSHP candy had been removed and queued up with several other bins of food in a separate line, waiting for a separate inspector. I bolted and ran for the shuttle; I was already running late for my flight. By the time I got to the gate, the door had been closed, not to be reopened. I had missed my flight. I thought about taking the shuttle back to the main terminal and trying to get the bag of candy, since I'm suddenly in not much of a hurry after all (waiting for a different, much later flight). But something tells me that walking away from that bag of candy has marked that bag of candy, and possibly marked me, as Trouble.