"Cartoonish shenanigans."

“Girls,” says Chaderella, pacing back and forth on the sorority house carpet. She’s a woman in her early forties, in a bulky conservative dress, with enormous breasts and pink bows in her curly blonde hair. “As you know, I am the official New Crumpshire sorority inspector. It’s come to my attention that some Epsilon Nu Phi girls may have, in recent weeks, engaged in activities unbefitting of a sorority, such as naked human pyramids and having sex with nerds. These cartoonish shenanigans threaten to undermine the dignity of the entire sorority system! I am fully empowered to restore discipline by any means necessary! To begin with, I think a round of spankings may be in order…”

Tiffany’s eyes narrow.

“Get her,” she says.

Chaderella is dogpiled under a mound of furious sorority girls, who strip her naked, bend her over the couch, grab a paddle and proceed to spank her bare bottom blistering red before anyone is able to notice that she is, in fact, an extremely curvaceous woman in her early forties. Tiffany is still pulling her hair, shouting “Come off, damn it,” as the other girls slowly back away.

“Um,” she says, as Kristen picks up Chaderella’s official sorority inspector licence off the floor. “There’s a very good explanation for what just happened.”

“Really.”

“Um. Chaderella?”

“It’s a very old traditional New Crumpshire name.”