Slowly, slightly, a model of an ice cream stall moved into view. It nudged a few inches to the left, a few more, and finally stopped. It was then that the blinds to the stall opened, and out popped an orange fox. He wore a blue mask, blue gloves... and a white cap on his head, and a fake brown mustache underneath his nose.
"So what can I do for you," asked Swiper, "you incredibly handsome fox?"
He grinned, and then lowered himself out of view. When he came back up, he was not only no longer wearing the cap or mustache, but now he was on the other side of the ice cream stall. He blushed a little from the compliment he'd received.
"Thank you. I'd like an ice cream, about..." Swiper thought for a moment, and then brought his hand up to almost the level of his ears. "...this high."
He descended again, ascended once again, this time back in the ice cream stall. The cap and mustache were back on his head and face, as if by magic.
"Okay. Coming right up!"
He turned around for a moment, and then turned back with an ice cream cone in his hand. In the cone of this ice cream were about ten scoops of ice cream - five were light brown, as brown as peanut butter, and five were darker brown, as brown as chocolate. He gingerly moved it out of the opening of the ice cream stall, to the witnessing Swiper's amazement.
"Wow..." Swiper, in front of the stall, used both of his hands to bring the massive ice cream out of the stall and into his own paws. He couldn't resist bringing one of his hands up to lick some of the delicious ice cream off his fingers.
"What do I owe you?" Swiper wanted to know.
"Nothing," Swiper in the stall said, "it's for free."
Swiper with the ice cream gasped in surprise as well as happiness. "Free?!"
Swiper in the stall nodded, then brought his forefinger up to scratch the end of his nose with the tip of his forefinger. As he did so, however, the mustache that had been under his nose detached and fell. He pulled his finger away in dawning comprehension.
"Huh?"
"Hey!" cried Swiper with the ice cream, pointing his free finger at the embarrassed fox in the stall. "Swiper the Fox!"
Swiper in the stall grinned. "Who did you expect? That silly girl who speaks Spanish and tells me, 'Swiper, no swiping?' Ha ha ha ha!"
Seeing the point he'd made, the Swiper who held the ice cream gave an amused laugh as well. With all said and done, he turned away from the ice cream stall, trying to be as careful as he could to not let any amount of his treat fall onto the ground. With all ten delicious scoops intact, he brought his tongue to the bottom and began to lick, up and down, up and down. It tasted great - not that he hadn't had better, but this was pretty good, too. A few seconds later, he pulled his tongue away with a satisfied smile, licking his lips as he did so. His little act of make believe had paid off.
He brought his remaining hand up to his hip, an expression of thought on his face.
"Well. What to do next?"