Karako almost lets himself be led away without protest--almost, that is, except that as he stands on his toes to deposit his goodies in the four-wheel mealcoffer, his eyes fall upon one more thing down an aisle in the opposite direction.

Scarcely has he let go of his nibblepackets than he's sprinting down that direction, snatching up the brightly-coloured cone of polyethelyne in two eager hands.

"Honk!! Honk!!"

The honking... really carries in a closed space like this, huh.