"It's Silver_Chipmunk's birthday."
"Uh huh," Hutch replies, nodding.
"What are we gonna do?"
"We could bake her a cake."
"You do remember what happened the last time we made a cake, don't you?"
"We trashed the kitchen and you refused to help clean up on the grounds that your stomach hurt too much."
"Well it did," Starsky says, sounding defensive.
"Only because you ate all the left-over frosting. I told you not to do that."
Starsky fails to look repentant.
"So what are we going to do?"
"Bake another cake. And this time you get to clean."