Skidding Shirley on the Ceiling

But perturbedness soon gave way to astonished gasps and the sound of newspaper photographers' old-timey camera flashes going off. Though wobbling unsteadilly and hooting all the while, Shirley did not fall; rather, she remained atop that most resilient banana peel as it skidded up the bandstand's wall, across its ceiling and then, with increasing speed, right toward the elaborately festooned window.