At the end of the table eleven-year-old Ben Graham looked down at the Zoobaybay in his hand. In the Zoobaybay Factory conveyor belts sped the fresh-backed cakes into wrappers and boxes. Upstairs in the president's office a group of men gathered around the desk and studied one of The Bakery's boxes and the cake inside. They laughed and dismissed the dessert as too costly to produce and unprofitable. The boss sat in a large chair with its back turned to the men but his voice boomed, "Get out!" As the men left the office they talked quietly about how they had started to look for work at other companies just in case the new cakes were successful. When the door closed the old man's arm reached out from the chair and smashed the box on the desk.

After school Ben walked through a grocery store with his mother and younger brother. They reached the Zoobaybay display. Ben's brother noticed a smaller display from The Bakery and wanted that treat instead. Their mother liked the package and both Zoobaybay and The Bakery boxes went into the cart.