Big Pink stopped dead in her tracks, the sound of screeching tires accompanying the feat, tiny skid black skid marks appearing on the pavement behind her... the sign flashed insistantly<strong>Dance Club</strong><br/><br/>Not that she was into dancing, but she knew what dance clubs had lots of... scampering over to the front door, she flattened herself against the wall and slipped inside, avoiding the bouncers.  For some reason bouncers weren't fond of monkeys, something she had never quite figured out.  Once inside, she climbed the column to the ceiling and perched on the chandelier, setting it gently swinging, as she surveyed the nite club... sure enough, over the dance floor was a large mirrored globe.  With an excited "eep" she began making plans... 14 of them, to be presice, each one more elaborate then the others... after all, the more planning one did, the more likely the plan would succeed.