Whatever could be the matter? Sundaes, sodas, milkshakes, ice cream cones and popsicles were melting and tumbling over right and left, everywhere. And everyone everywhere was crying his eyes out too."" Who wouldn't, with Woodrow Weasel and Ginger Jackal busy destroying all the animals' ice cream treats with their laser beam machine? But the meanies go too far when they zap the bulldog President's baked Alaska at a dinner of state, and before long the Four Doctors of Goodge (all crocodiles) have sabotaged the melting machine so that it works backwards, transforming everything to a pop art picnic delight. Tutti-frutti trifle, for popsicle tastes.