You've caught a big one! Just be careful not to eat your fishing pole!
I was always that jerk kid who dug out the whole strawberry stripe of the Neapolitan ice cream in the leaky cardboard box. I kind of miss those crappy boxes that were impossible to open without ripping the lid and you could never get them closed again and would inevitably end up with a puddle of freezer-burned nasty ice cream. Those were the days. Kids these days have it so easy.
I know most of us here are a bit too young to have experienced a proper soda fountain chocolate malt with a paper straw, but the evocative Norman Rockwell-esque image endures and fills us with nostalgia nonetheless. If only I could drink a cupcake.