Funi-munis live in the land of chocolate gingerbread. Their best friends are, of course, their grandmothers. You can show up at grandma's house out of the blue and demand a cake. If there is no cake, then so be it, the Funi-Munis agree to buns. “You’re not that old,” the Funi-Munis tell the grandmothers. And they immediately start having fun: they jump, run and bake buns. Well, what are their years? No less than the Funi-Muni buns love treasures. Grandmothers have countless quantities of them: collections of buttons, rare coins, boxes of beads - you name it. “Ah,” the grandmother will wipe the nostalgia from her eyes, looking at the button, “When I was in France... Oh, it was a wonderful time!” And while the grandmothers are remembering, Funi-munis are filled full pockets of treasures. After all, it’s simply indecent to leave your grandmothers with empty pockets. At parting, Funi-Muni gives grandmothers a bag of pink kisses. Every grandmother dreams of the kind. And the one who doesn’t dream is just a sleeping grandmother. One day they will fly to her. Funi-muni will break the spell. That's why she will be happy.