I slipped into my bright yellow shiny rain pants, the slick fabric squeaking as I moved. With a mischievous grin, I took two cakes--one tucked carefully in the front, the other at the back. Slowly, I sat down, feeling the soft frosting and sponge press and ooze. I wriggled and squished, the cakes bursting under the pressure until the gooey mess slipped out from the bottom of my rain pants. A sticky, silly, cake-sitting delight.