An arbitrary elf picked up a Zoobaybay that fell off the truck. "It looks like you've never baked a cake in your whole life," the misanthrope chuckled. A firestorm of tricksters tipped over vats of frosting. Tires spun uselessly in thick goo. La David and the aged man fled the box-bodied truck beset by a spate of angry manikins gaining at their heels.

The white-haired entrepreneur pointed to a stack of pallets loaded with boxes of cakes. La David climbed on while the septuagenarian released a cable that suspended a sorting machine from a pulley system. "Coming in hot!" the over-the-hill man hunkered down with a surprising agility just as the heavy contraption landed on the edge of the pallets.