We were camping with some friends once, and it was raining, so we were all in our trailer, playing cards. We heard a noise outside, and looked at their campsite to see that raccoons had broken into their food box. The coons were all standing in a line, and the one in the front would grab something and head for the woods.
We were yelling at them, but they ignored us, and kept looting the box. I was particularly unhappy when one stole an entire double layer chocolate cake, my favorite, and dragged it into the woods.
The coons had an epic feast that night. It's probably part of coon lore, and they probably still talk about it, and pass the story down to young coons.