A penguin is driving down Rt. 66 and all of a sudden, smoke is pouring out from under the hood. He's in the middle of nowhere, but luckily, there's a mechanic/rest stop/gas station/convenience store type deal RIGHT THERE, so he gets lucky. So he pulls in to the garage, the mechanic tells him to come back in ten minutes after he's had a chance to look at it. So the penguin goes into the store to get a snack.
Now, penguins are obviously used to the cold, and here he is in the middle of the desert pretty much, so he decides to get an ice cream, and everyone knows that penguins' favorite ice cream is vanilla. So he's eating this vanilla ice cream, and you know, penguins don't have thumbs, let alone hands. Nor do they have long tongues or lips. So he's eating this ice cream cone, and he's getting it all over his chest, face, you name it. Most of it never even makes it into his beak, but he's hot and he loves ice cream, so he's stoked.
It's been ten minutes at this point, so he waddles back into the mechanic's garage. The mechanic is under the hood and sees the penguins feet as he walks in and the mechanic's pointing at a spot in his engine and says, "Welp, looks like ya blew a seal." To which the penguin replies, "Oh, no, it's just ice cream."