The first talks of a notorious ham burglar who stole ham from farms and merchants across wide swath of wide swath of rural America during the Great Depression.

The second pins the origin to the very city of Hamburg, Germany, where a notorious burglar caused great financial distress to many during the tumultuous interwar period.

Neither of these accounts involved actual hamburgers in any way. That all came from an opportunistic marketing department.

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And so the McDonaldland characters were born. The first was Mayor McCheese, who was based on McDonald himself. He was followed by Grimace, the Hamburglar, Captain Crook, and Officer Big Mac. These characters quickly became icons, appearing in commercials, on packaging, and in merchandise. At first, the McDonaldland characters were just paid actors. But as the years went on, they began to take on a life of their own.

The Hamburglar, for example, became increasingly militant, rejecting the whitebread authority of Mayor McCheese. He began to carry out a series of robberies, always escaping capture by the police. That is, until 1976, when he was arrested and tried for heisting a food bank. The trial was widely covered by the media, with the public eating up every juicy detail as he was grilled by the prosecutors. While some feared he would fry for what he'd done, President Ronald Reagan eventually pardoned him, saying that the Hamburglar was "more naughty than evil." As of this writing, the Hamburgler lives in Vietnam running a simple hamburger stand.

But other McDonaldland tales don't have such a happy ending. In the late 1970s, Grimace was kidnapped by a group of militant vegans calling themselves the United Federated Forces of the No Meat No Cheese Liberation Army. Grimace was caught on tape participating in a series of daring nighttime raids on slaughterhouses and dairy farms. At last his father, wealthy publisher Harvey Grimace, paid the vegan group a ransom and Grimace was freed. But his experience as a captive radicalized him, and he became a vocal critic of the meat and dairy industries. He now lives in Sweden with his husband and their three adopted children.

Captain Crook was another McDonaldland character who ran afoul of the law. In 1978, he was caught smuggling cocaine into the United States from Colombia. After serving two years in prison, he was deported back to Colombia, where he now runs a successful fishing charter business. Although he has been stripped of his title, the "Captain" is always willing to talk about old times and the one that got away.

As for Mayor McCheese, he's still running McDonaldland (now called Mickey D's), though many of his original supporters have long since retired or died. In recent years, McCheese has been plagued by scandal; allegations of corruption (for example, taking bribes from mobster Big Mac) and sexual misconduct have dogged him for years. But despite all this, he remains one of the most popular fast food characters in the world.

So there you have it: the real story behind those McDonaldland characters. They're not just cartoonish mascots; they're complex, interesting individuals with enigmatic pasts. Who knows what the future will hold for them? We can only wait and see.

The Netflix documentary series "McDonaldlandia" dives deep into the history of these beloved characters. It's streaming now.

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The city was dark and cold, the kind of place that made you want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over your head. But I didn't have that luxury. I was a private investigator, and when someone hired me to do a job, I did it.

The case this time was a strange one. Someone had kidnapped Mayor McCheese and the Hamburglar, and no one knew where they were. The McDonaldland police were stumped, and the mayor's family was beside themselves with worry. That's where I came in.

I started by talking to the other McDonaldland characters. I interviewed Grimace, the big purple blob who was always getting into mischief. He told me that he hadn't seen anything suspicious, but he seemed nervous. I didn't trust him.

I grabbed my coat and headed out into the rain. My first stop was the big purple blob known as Grimace. He was always getting into mischief, and I figured he might know something.

"Grimace, you seen anything suspicious lately?" I asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Nah, nothing out of the ordinary," he replied, shifting nervously.

I didn't believe him. There was something shifty about his eyes. I made a mental note to keep an eye on him.

Next, I headed over to the McDonaldland police station to talk to Officer Big Mac. He was a no-nonsense cop, and if anyone knew anything, it would be him.

"What have you got for me, Big Mac?" I asked, taking a seat across from his desk.

"We've got a few leads, but nothing concrete," he replied, his voice gruff.

I could tell he was holding back. I knew I'd have to dig deeper if I wanted to find Mayor McCheese and the Hamburglar.

I wandered the streets for hours, asking questions and searching for clues. Eventually, I found myself in a dark alley, where I heard voices. I crept closer and peered into the shadows. There, in the dim light, I saw the Hamburglar and Mayor McCheese tied up and gagged.

I drew my gun and stepped into the alley. The kidnapper turned to face me, and I saw that it was Grimace. He had been pretending to be innocent all along, but now the truth was out.

I didn't give him a chance to explain. I fired my gun and shot him dead. The Hamburglar and Mayor McCheese were freed, and McDonaldland was safe once more. But the darkness that lurked in the city's heart would never truly be gone.

Chapter 2 - Dark Legacy

The city was still shrouded in darkness, even though it was the middle of the day. The sun was hidden behind a thick blanket of clouds, casting a pall over the streets and buildings. I felt a sense of unease as I walked, my feet pounding the pavement.

I was heading to the office of Mayor McCheese, who had requested my presence. I didn't know what he wanted, but I knew it couldn't be good. The events of the previous night had left a dark stain on McDonaldland, and I was certain that the mayor wanted to discuss it.

I arrived at City Hall and was led to the mayor's office. He was seated behind a large desk, his face grim.

"Private investigator, thank you for coming," he said, gesturing for me to take a seat.

"Of course, Mayor. What can I do for you?" I asked, lighting a cigarette.

"I want to hire you to investigate the death of Grimace," he replied.

I was taken aback. "But I killed him. It was self-defense. Everyone saw what happened."

"Yes, I know. But there are those who are saying that you acted out of jealousy. That you had a grudge against Grimace and used the kidnapping as an excuse to get rid of him," the mayor said, his eyes boring into mine.

I felt a surge of anger. "That's ridiculous. I did what I had to do to save Mayor McCheese and the Hamburglar. I'm not a killer."

"I believe you, private investigator. But I need you to prove it. I need you to find out who was really behind the kidnapping, and why they wanted Mayor McCheese and the Hamburglar out of the way," the mayor said, his voice serious.

I sighed and stubbed out my cigarette. "I'll do it, Mayor. But it won't be easy. Whoever was behind this is smart and dangerous. And they won't go down without a fight."

"I know, private investigator. But I have faith in you. McDonaldland needs you to uncover the truth and bring those responsible to justice," the mayor said, his eyes shining with determination.

I nodded and stood up, ready to take on the challenge. The darkness may have cast a shadow over McDonaldland, but I was determined to shine a light on the truth.

Chapter 3 - Orpheus of The Ballpit

The city was even darker now, the shadows seeming to grow longer and more sinister with each passing hour. I felt like I was being watched, followed, as I walked the streets, trying to uncover the truth behind the kidnapping and the death of Grimace.

I had spoken to all of the McDonaldland characters, but no one seemed to know anything. They were all scared, and I couldn't blame them. Whoever was behind all of this was powerful and ruthless.

I decided to try a different approach and headed to the playground, where the kids played in the ball pit. Maybe I could find some information there, some clue that would lead me to the truth.

As I entered the playground, I saw a small boy sitting alone in the ball pit. He was playing with a toy car, making engine noises as he drove it through the balls.

I walked over to him and crouched down next to the pit. "Hey there, little guy. What's your name?" I asked, trying to sound friendly.

The boy looked up at me, his eyes wide. "I'm Orpheus. And you're the private investigator, right?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded. "That's right. I'm trying to figure out what happened to Mayor McCheese and the Hamburglar. Do you know anything about it?"

Orpheus looked around, as if afraid that someone was listening. "I heard something. But I'm not supposed to tell anyone," he said, his voice shaking.

I leaned closer. "It's okay, Orpheus. You can trust me. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise," I said, my voice low and soothing.

Orpheus hesitated for a moment, then leaned in close. "I heard that the Hamburglar was behind the kidnapping. He wanted to take over as mayor, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen," he whispered.

I was stunned. The Hamburglar was a thief, but I never would have pegged him as a mastermind behind a kidnapping plot. But it all made sense now.

"Thank you, Orpheus. You've been a big help. You stay here and play. I'll take care of the rest," I said, ruffling his hair before standing up and heading out of the playground.

I had my suspect, and now it was time to bring him to justice. The darkness may have tried to hide the truth, but I was determined to bring it to light.

Chapter 4 - Icarus. Solar Powered.

The city was on edge, the citizens of McDonaldland living in fear and uncertainty. The Hamburglar was still at large, and no one knew where he was or what he was planning. I was determined to find him and bring him to justice, but I knew it wouldn't be easy.

I had spent the last few days following leads and gathering information, but so far, I had come up empty. The Hamburglar was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

I decided to try a different approach and headed to the park, where I knew the Hamburglar liked to hang out. Maybe I could catch him off guard, catch him in the act.

As I entered the park, I saw a large bird perched on a tree branch. It was Icarus, the solar-powered bird. He was a friend of the Hamburglar's, and maybe he could give me some information.

I walked over to the tree and looked up at Icarus. "Hey there, Icarus. Do you have a minute?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Icarus cocked his head to the side and looked down at me. "What do you want, private investigator?" he asked, his voice cold.

"I'm looking for the Hamburglar. Do you know where he is?" I asked, hoping to catch him off guard.

Icarus hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't know. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. The Hamburglar is my friend, and I won't betray him," he said, his eyes narrowing.

I sighed and shook my head. "Icarus, you know the Hamburglar is a criminal. He kidnapped Mayor McCheese and put the whole city in danger. He needs to be brought to justice," I said, trying to appeal to his sense of right and wrong.

"Justice? What do you know about justice, private investigator? You're just a hired gun, a mercenary. You don't care about justice, you only care about the money," Icarus said, his voice full of contempt.

I felt a surge of anger, but I forced myself to stay calm. "You're wrong, Icarus. I care about justice. And I'm going to find the Hamburglar and make sure he pays for his crimes. With or without your help," I said, turning and walking away.

I knew I was running out of time. The Hamburglar was getting bolder, and I had to stop him before he did any more harm. I was determined to bring him to justice, no matter the cost.

Chapter 5 - Burgers and Fries

The city was tense, the air thick with anticipation. The Hamburglar was still at large, and no one knew where he was or what he was planning. I was running out of time and options, and I knew I had to act fast.

I had spent the last few days following leads and gathering information, but so far, I had come up empty. The Hamburglar was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing without a trace. I was starting to lose hope, but I refused to give up.

I decided to try one last thing. I headed to the McDonald's restaurant, where the Hamburglar was known to hang out. Maybe I could catch him off guard, catch him in the act.

As I entered the restaurant, I saw the Hamburglar sitting at a table, munching on a burger and fries. He didn't see me at first, and I took the opportunity to sneak up behind him.

"Hamburglar, you're under arrest," I said, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to his feet.

The Hamburglar struggled and tried to break free, but I held firm. "Let go of me, private investigator. You have no right to arrest me," he said, his voice full of anger.

"I have every right, Hamburglar. You kidnapped Mayor McCheese and put the whole city in danger. You're going to pay for your crimes," I said, holding him firmly as I called for backup.

The Hamburglar sneered at me. "You think you've won, private investigator. But you're wrong. I have friends in high places, and they'll make sure I get off scot-free," he said, his eyes shining with malice.

I didn't let go of his arm, even as backup arrived and took him into custody. I knew that the Hamburglar was a dangerous criminal, and I was determined to see him brought to justice.

The darkness that had enveloped McDonaldland was starting to dissipate, and I knew that with the Hamburglar in custody, the city could finally start to heal. I was just glad that I could play a small part in bringing that about.

Chapter 6 - Epilogue. The Shamrock Shake.

The city was finally starting to return to normal. The Hamburglar was in custody, and the people of McDonaldland could finally breathe a sigh of relief. I had played a small part in bringing him to justice, and I was grateful that I could help bring some peace to the city.

I decided to celebrate by treating myself to a Shamrock Shake, the delicious minty treat that was only available during the springtime. I headed to the McDonald's restaurant and ordered one, savoring the cool, creamy flavor as I sipped it through a straw.

As I sat at a table, enjoying my shake, I saw Mayor McCheese and the Hamburglar's family enter the restaurant. They were smiling and laughing, and it was clear that they were relieved that the ordeal was over.

I caught Mayor McCheese's eye and nodded in acknowledgement. He smiled and came over to my table.

"Private investigator, I wanted to thank you for everything you've done. McDonaldland is a safer place because of you," he said, his voice sincere.

"It was my pleasure, Mayor. I'm just glad I could help," I replied, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

"Please, join us for lunch. It's the least we can do to show our gratitude," Mayor McCheese said, gesturing to an empty seat at their table.

I hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. "Thank you, Mayor. I'd be honored to join you," I said, standing up and joining them at the table.

As we ate and talked, I felt a sense of camaraderie and community. I was no longer an outsider, looking in. I was a part of McDonaldland, and that felt like home.

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