Agree to steal Rudolph

“Yeah sure. I´ll do that.” Why not? You aren´t planning to do a double heist, but playing along may give Cat the distraction she needs. They may even give you a bunny suit. That would be an upgrade to your current wardrobe.

“Really? Are you willing to go to their own house and steal their mascot right under their noses?”

“Yes. Those dumbos will never see me coming.”

“You traitor!” Cat jumps from behind the couch to yell at you. “I can´t believe I trusted you!”

“What the? Intruder Alert! An Epsilon spy is in the base! …and she got Chester! Wait, she knows you? I knew it, this was a trap!”

“Yes! I was playing her to give you a chance to escape with the stupid cat!”

“Oh…” Cat says. “Sorry. That sounds like a smart plan.”

“Yeah, unlike you. Now we gotta bail before-”

An alarm blares across the mansion, the doors lock shut automatically. Fleur is standing by the entrance with her arms crossed. “You ain´t going anywhere.”

“Yes, we are! Follow me!” You grab Cat's arm and run into the hallway.

“Where are we going?”

“I don´t know.”

Your bare feet glide over the plush carpet that adorns the floors of the sorority house. You can hear a search party hot on your tail, so you push forward.

Deftly avoiding the mysterious puddles in the kitchen and jumping over the table in the diner, you find yourself trapped in an enclosed room with no way out.

Empty canvases, spilled paint, half-sewn blankets depicting levels of famous videogames, even statues of fictional characters. You are in an art room of sorts. There are no windows, and the only door is the one you came from. To make matters worse, you can hear Fleur and her goons coming down the hallway. “There is nowhere to hide, what do we …Cat, what the hell are you doing?”

Cat is sitting on a pedestal between the sculptures of Hermione Granger and The Hulk, her hand rests on her chin as she is seemingly deep in thought. “Come on! It´s the only way, pose like a statue!”

“That´s the dumbest thing I ever-”

“They are in the art room!” Fleur kicks open the door. Her eyes scan every nook and cranny before stopping in your little corner. With a smug smile, she casually walks in front of you, her gang right behind her. She is brandishing a scary wooden ruler in her hand.

“Whoa girls, nice job with the statues. I especially like this Thinker and Venus here. So lifelike.” Sweat pours down your face, she knows. You knew this was a dumb idea! “But I’m so angry, that I feel like slapping them, you know? Let out my stress. Smash them real good!”

Fleur brings down the fury of her ruler on your behind; a loud smack echoed in the room. It takes an extraordinary amount of willpower not to flinch, but you somehow manage. The angry sister smacks your bottom again, and then again, and again and again. You are pretty sure you are twitching at every strike, but still, try to maintain cover.

“Pst, try not to move,” Cat whispers. “They think we are statues.”

“No, we don´t.”

“It´s a test, don´t play-Ow!” Cat jumps when it´s her turn to be spanked. If you weren´t playing along, you would already facepalm. When did Cat´s IQ drop so drastically?

“Ha, some statues you are. Although, you did give me an idea on what to do with you two.”