Nothing.
They keys doesn't even respond to your desperate clicking on the buttons. A drop of water drip from the keys onto your hands.
More cars drive away on the road as you shake the keys trying to wring all water out of the key hob.
"Come on. Come on!" Taking aim at the quickly melting snowman you press the button immediately as you could. Nothing happens.
You gave a groan of frustration and shake it again, taking aim and firing once more.
With a yelp, you let go of the key as it clatter to the floor, purple electricity sparking on its surface. But the good thing is that the Keith snowman also is covered with purple electricity.
The water that had melted onto the asphalt flew back to the snowman and rejoined its mass quickly solidifying back into flaked ice. The melted snowman straightened up, frozen once more.
"That's too close..." Bending down, you take the now inert key and walked forwards to Keith-snowman. It doesn't seem like the snow is melting yet. But its now or never.
"Please give Keith back." You hope as you grimace, taking aim and pressing the key button again. Sparks flow out and surround the snowman, and began to morph.
The snowman grew and morphed in height, reaching a height over Keith's original height. The snow bulked up and gained mass filling up and out before the snow itself replaced every single thing on the snowman.
The snow solidified into ice, into the ice sculpture of a muscular and yet featureless man.
"W...What..." You mutter as you stare at the sculpture.
You panic. Its too tall!
"Oh no no no!" You frantically fumble the keys in your hands. There is no way this sculpture of ice isn't suspicious at all!
One more press, purple sparks cover the statue yet again. This time however the statue seemed to shrink.
It shrunk down smaller and smaller until the shifting completed, leaving a normal looking can of orange juice. You press the keys again, yet nothing happens.
Again and again, nothing happens. Giving up, you pick the can up and bring it into your new Chevrolet Corvette, putting Keith-juice into the drink holder.
Slotting the key into the engine and pressing the start button, you drive off worrying about the state of Keith.
You look at the can and wonder.
"Is Keith still there?"
You gulp a little, the heat is getting to you, and you still haven't got a drink.