In my mind, the days of the dinosaur looked just like this with lots of bright colors and bright beady eyes and friendly faces. Hey, where's my neon pink dinosaur saddle? I want to go for a sweet ride.
When times get tough, the tough get fancy. Or something like that. Seriously though, a handle on a cupcake is pretty seriously fancy. I don't think I could maintain that level of fancy for long. I'd end up with a frosting mustache or something.