"Dig, if you will, the picture." -Prince, When Doves Cry
I'm talking to another student and watching the pie procession with anxious side glances. It takes less than five steps for the careening boy to list just enough that the top pie slides into space. There's a cartoon moment where it floats like Wile E. Coyote before his long plummet to the canyon floor. The pie then neatly flips 180 degrees (upside-down cake?) and does a passable Wile E. Coyote splat. The plastic shell cracks like an egg, crust and cream spraying out. To his credit, the pie-carrying culprit doesn't make a sound, neither a laugh, nor a cry. He gets to cleaning.