Neon Pie Patrol

Waddle-slide! Leaving the noisy pickup bell behind, I rolled past the soda fountain straight to the glass dessert carousel near the exit. Squawk! Resting behind the clear curved glass was a tall, wobbling plastic display slice of bright red cherry pie! With closing time dimming the overhead bulbs, the revolving stand gave a slow, hypnotic hum. I pressed my flat red tongue squarely against the cool glass pane—squeak! The turning pedestal slowly rotated the glossy fake pie right past my nose. Hurr-hurr! I gave a muffled chuckle, watching the neon reflection glide across the fake crust while my buns rested happily against the chrome rim.