Zoop. A particularly unlikely sound for anything to make. But sure enough, the child's ice cream zoops off the ground and back onto it's cone throne, pebbles of asphalt still embedded.

Gambalor considers this a success and replaces the revolver in its rightful resting place unfired.

The child erupts into confused and frightened tears.

As Gambalor strides away into the sunset, police sirens sound in the distance.