So the gingerbread man comes up to the hill, and tries to take the hill by force. But, seeing as he is only a cookie, he is easily snatched up by the current king of the kill, who then says, "I'm going to eat you."
"Oh yeah?" says the gingerbread man, "Well I hope you choke on me, biyotch!"
And then the king of the hill scarfed down on the gingerbread man's delicious flesh. And choked.
So that's how I came to be king of the hill. Ofcourse, I don't want to just sit around and wait for somebody else to come around and off me, and the whole business of governance over a mere hill is a boring job, so I installed a puppet regime to rule over the hill in my name. Meet the acting 'King of the Hill': Han Solo . . . -'s carboard likeness, with rocks tied to the base to keep the wind from blowing him over...