Umbrella

Shiro fiddled with the handle of the umbrella in the corner, muttering obscenities as it failed to extend like he'd seen on the glowing picture-box Ichigo had call teevee.

"Aha!" He pressed down the button on the handle, releasing the umbrella, end first, right into his stomach. "Oof!"

Shiro doubled over, half-surprised, half-winded. "What the…"

He froze, and cursed spectacularly.

The umbrella, though now extended, was still not open.

He shook it.

And kicked it.

And spun it around so fast his head was spinning.

To no avail.

It took him another ten minutes to find the Velcro strap holding the top shut, another five to undo it, and another seven to push the umbrella open.

Elated, victorious, he raised it over his head and stepped out into the rain.

The umbrella snapped shut, trapping him inside.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"