I remember going to see a magic show, when I was a sprig of a twig. The magician, whose name I forget, had a wonderful Chinese Ailuropodia, which he made appear and disappear at will, first in an elaborate cabinet, then in a trunk, then from behind a curtain that seemed to hover in mid-air, supported by nothing at all. But, towards the end of the act, when the magician reached into a very large laquered vase, there was obviously something wrong. The magician stalled for time, stretched the moment as long as he dared with patter, but it eventually became obvious to all of us in the audience - his assistant backstage had gotten his final PANDA CUE LATE.
Workies!