Michael Jackson? In an ice cream shop? Naw. Should be more like... hm. [ Real wit wasn't precisely his strong point, and though he paused to sip his milkshake (sugar rush heaven, aw yeah), he failed to come up with anything better and shook his head with a chuckle. ] Nevermind. Thanks for the ice cream, Jack!

Mister Jack. Thank you, Mister Jack! See you soon!

[ So the father-son pair turned to make their way back out of the shop, but the back of Horace's brain was still going and for a silly little test drive, his mun couldn't resist.

Just before they were out the door completely, Horace jerked to a halt and looked back with a triumphant grin. ]

More like Jack Frost!