I watch as the bear in question is mutilated, feeling horrified that you would so such a thing to a poor, helpless animal. In turn, I put some calls in to PETA, and while they're petitioning for your arrest on the grounds of animal cruelty, I take the bear home, luring it along with salmon, and put a call in to a vet to see if I can have the cake surgically removed, with all it's cake'd glory still in tact.
I begin to pet the bear's head like an evil villain's cat, plotting what to do with my new-found cake.