<em>Pauses her munching, sniffing the air with a cartoonish hunk of gingerbread still her mouth. Spits out the chunk of chimney.</em><br/><br/>I smell... I smell... Squad.<br/><br/>I mean pie.<br/><br/><em>Sneaks, oh so sneakily, across the frosted roof tiles. Oh so carefully, oh so cautiously, would a madman be so cautious? Eventually she spots Fluffalot perched on the eaves, balancing a pie in his hand. A wicked grin splits her face. She goes to spring, the tile under her feet gives way and she goes careening off the roof and lands on an ill placed passer-by.</em>