Oliver, one of Dialtown's citizens who wears a fez hat atop his common household phone head, insisted on making pancakes himself this morning. Hey, who were you to say no? Besides the small fear of being served something inedible, granted...

The pancake mix has already been made, allowing Oliver to simply... Yeah y'know pour the mix on the pan, how else do I describe this? Then Oliver had the oh-so great idea of flipping the pancake not by using the spatula but by moving the pan itself. Which... Wasn't a good idea in retrospect considering what happened the last few times he did that.

Regardless, he did it anyway: taking the pan hovering it ever so slightly then flipping the pancake. Which resulted in pleasantly surprising success, Oliver throwing his free hand to the air in excitement and shouting,

"Hot diggity dog!"