Manor sun porch. Cole paces in impotent frustration as the Dolt sits with his head in his hands, concentrating on something. "I don't know how you do it," Cole says. "How do you sit by and do nothing while your wife's life is in danger?" The Dolt, his patience strained to snapping, tells Cole to shut up. "I need to concentrate," he snits. "On the floorboards?" Cole asks. Snorf. No, the Dolt asserts. He needs to listen for a call should the Ps require his assistance. Cole paces a bit more, then stops abruptly: "It's a trap." Cole believes that the Wonderlock has set up a warlock ambush for the sisters. The Dolt does his little scanning-the-ether thing and realizes the gals are not down in Hell but, rather, within the confines of P3. Cole reminds the Dolt that the sisters can't use their powers in a public place, and begs him to orb them both over to the club. The Dolt stares at Cole's crotch and purses his lips.

P3. The Andrews Wannabes have switched to "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree." Unfortunately, it's not the Andrews Sisters' dyke-adelic version of the lyrics. Various extras try to swing dance with the result being a seething tangle of randomly flailing arms. The gals stride past Bev at the bar, searching for Cocky's posse. Bev grabs Piper's shoulder, startling her into smashing her vial at Bev's feet. Oh, and that "Veronica Lake" thing that Bev was planning for the evening? It took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up at "Vegas call-girl 'escort.'" Instead of the sort of sleek bias-cut satin dress with hefty shoulder pads most would associate with the actress due to her famous Life magazine cover, Bev's wearing this low-cut, sleeveless sequined thing with elbow-length black gloves and a feathered boa. Trashy, yes, but at least she seems to be having fun. When the potion explodes at her feet, Bev hoots a bit before assuming that the "fireworks" display is part of the club's overall theme package. As Bev effusively praises Piper for her party's success, Piper latches onto the fireworks idea and pronounces Bev a "genius." She drags Raige and Phoebe away to fill them in on her plan. The club's strobe lights, if activated, should work like the Blink Away "on a grand scale." Piper will switch on the strobes and freeze the innocents. Anyone left moving is a warlock, and Phoebe and Raige should "feel free to vanquish them." Raige grimaces uneasily at the whole idea, but goes along with it.