And so the plan was set into motion. Polly, Patch and Maggie snuck behind the house of the target, while the dolled up Pat knocked on the front door.
Patch: Not yet. *Holding Maggie back.* Wait for the signal.
Maggie: Oh, right.
Polly: Is the window really open? Can you see?
Maggie: Yes there's a crack. We're good to go.
Patch: Wait for it...... wait for it... any minute now...
"One minute turned into five. Five turned into ten excruciating minutes and still no signal from Pat."
Polly: Perhaps the old lady killed her?
Patch: Don't be silly.
Maggie: What kind of old lady are we talking about? Is she a Sindy, Barbie, clone, bootleg or what?
Patch: A Betty I think... old as the street. Like 40 at least.
Maggie: Uh oh!
Polly: Uh oh what?
Maggie: A Betty count as a clone and they are vicious! Pat's a wet spot by now. Or cast in a dungeon.
Patch: That does it! We're going around to check! Safety off girls!
