As he shifted his position to allow his legs to un-cramp, two things happened simultaneously: the song ended with a raucous burst of trumpet fanfare from the stage's sound system, and he saw two flashes of motion from either side of the booth. He instinctively squeezed his eyes shut just before two heaping sheet cakes catapulted into his face with sticky plops, spilling cool, squishy icing all over his entire head and down his shoulders and chest. He yelped loudly underneath the mountain of baked goods slipping slowly down his whole front, but the sound was swallowed up before it ever left the booth, to say nothing about trumping the roar of cheers and applause from the audience.

He lifted his violently trembling arms a little, and he felt one of the cardboard sheets drop away, carrying with it an avalanche of cake that rolled down his tummy and thigh and landed with a mellow splatch! on the floor. He lifted the second cardboard sheet gingerly away from himself and felt another heap of cake go sliding down his body. He couldn't help himself; he let out a burst of gleeful giggles. As he opened his mouth a dollop of icing caught his lip. It was actually delicious! For a cake that had been made for wearing, it had been made very well.

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