Angle Poise eyed Polydoor's handiwork critically.

"That doesn't look anything like the pneumatic drill on the label," he said. "It looks like a turkey vulture with botulism."

"DIBS!" yelled Custer excitedly.

Polydoor ignored this. He hauled the drill over to the cake, took careful aim at the side, and pressed the 'on' button.

There was a sound like a jet engine with a sack of rocks caught in its fan blades, but the drill worked. Polydoor hung on for dear life as it roared and shook, plunging through the diamond-hard icing.

Moments later, a large quantity of vaporized angel-food cake shot out of the hole, covering everyone for a distance of twenty feet.

Polydoor hit the 'off' button and tossed away the drill.

Then he stuffed the McBowel's can deep inside the cake, and jumped down, shaken but not stirred.

The cake looked like the surface of the moon, with a crater where the drill had done its work.

"I thought you said it was self-sealing," said Polydoor. "How come the hole is still there?"

"Maybe it used up all its life points filling the first hole."

"I could teth it for you," said Custer. "If I eat one half of the cake, and it doethn't theal the hole, we'll know it doethn't work anymore."

Polydoor didn't bother replying to this. He rummaged in his pockets and found an Acme plasterer's trowel, an aluminum container, a bag of McBowel's Quick-Setting Icing Sugar (just add water and run away!), and a bottle of McBowel's Special Water for Icing Sugar (Ask about our discounts for bulk purchases).