It was a dark and stormy night. But the little cheesecake did not care, for it was safe in the dark inside a refrigerator where no storm could reach it.
Suddenly, the interior light went on and the entire shelf with the cheesecake and his friend the slice of pie on it was rudely flung out onto the kitchen floor.
As the cheesecake lay dying, it thought, Curse you and the horse you rode in on, Mr. Indiana Jones! Then the kitchen was lit up with the heat and light of a thousand suns.
As Indiana Jones was flying through the air in the fridge, he thought, Wow, the little light really does go out when you shut the door.