A Clashing Stride

I waddled up to the convenience store door with my green passport firmly tucked under my arm, aiming to check out whatever treats lay inside. Right on the tile threshold, a bright yellow plastic 'Wet Floor' cone barred my entry. I gave the plastic base an orderly tap to shove it aside, but it refused to budge an inch! RAAARGH! Insolent yellow barricade! In dramatic defiance, I leaped forward and unleashed a ferocious flying body slam to flatten the cone into oblivion. Wham! My plush chest bounced hard against the sloped plastic; my feet flew skyward, and I flipped backwards in an undignified somersault, crash-landing rump-first directly inside an empty cardboard beverage flat with my legs waving helpless salutes. *Hmph!*