Note: it was not a Hungry Howies sign, but this is the closest image I could find.
I needed to have it. So I took it. I am an asshole, it's what we do. Unfortunately for me it was a bitch to get off, unfortunately for the sign I had beer strength. I grabbed on, bent my knees and deadlifted the sign right up and then leaned back and and the window kind of bent and released my prize. I figured I was free, and had just done the impossible, so I ran away briskly into the night. Logic must have escaped me, because like on every other light, there has to be a power source.
I got about 6 feet from the car when the cigarette lighter style plug and cord became taught and dropped me on my ass. I looked like Stone Cold Steve Austin had just bounced off the ropes and delivered a massive forearm to my face, laying me out head over heels. As I came to my senses and realized that I had a bleeding lip from where the sign I was grasping smashed into my face at mach 3. There was a hole through my bottom lip from where my teeth passed clean through. I also felt a pebble in my mouth that later turned out to be my right canine tooth that had chipped off into my mouth...DAMN I LEFT BEHIND DNA EVIDENCE! Imagine my confusion at the time to be laying on the ground thinking somehow pebbles were in my mouth.
Anyways we ran to the car and did what any sane person would do...celebrated our victory by displaying the delivery sign in the window of my brothers car. We arrived back at the party and proclaimed ourselves as their new god. Which the common mortals later accepted after I showed them my trophy. There were many cheers, and the people rejoiced. We continued the celebration with the common folk well into the wee hours of the morning.