When Tom heard the police sirens coming closer, he started to panic. He needed to abscond before they arrived, so he quickly grabbed his bag and slipped out the back door. He hoped no one saw him as he ran to hide in the alley.

When Jerry saw his neighbor’s enormous, suspiciously jiggling Jell-O mold wobbling toward his picnic table, he knew he had only one option: to abscond before it jiggled onto his lap, trapping him in lime-flavored terror forever. No one ever saw Jerry—or the Jell-O—again.