Appropriately Impressive Mission-Style Mansion, later that evening. While "Everybody Plays The Fool" by The Main Ingredient grooves on The Appropriately Impressive Mission-Style Mansion's appropriately impressive sound system, Crowley fixes himself a highball glass of something both soothing and delicious, then settles into a lush leather recliner to enjoy some of The Hitler Channel's finest programming -- the sly little smile on his face indicating, upon second viewing, that he can barely contain his merriment over what's about to transpire.
Meanwhile, out at the gate, the familiar-looking silhouette of a familiar-sounding blonde totters on over to the intercom atop a pair of cunning high-heeled pumps and faux-bleats, "Hello? My car broke down -- I-I-I need some help!" The guard on the intercom's other end promises his immediate arrival, and the familiar-sounding blonde turns to face the camera, and it's The Lovely And Talented Jo Harvelle. "Hi, Jo!" Raoul shrieks, madly waving his exquisitely honed paws at the television screen, for he is both dim enough to believe she'll acknowledge his enthusiastic greeting and uninformed enough to know what happens to her later in the evening. "What did you just say?!" Never mind, Raoul. "Okay!" I love it when he makes it so easy. In any event, The Appropriately Impressive Mission-Style Mansion's appropriately impressive wrought-iron gates swing open behind her -- seemingly of their own accord, natch -- and the shot cuts a couple of times to the security camera's black-and-white point of view as two appropriately impressive meatheads approach Our Intrepid Heroine down the appropriately impressive rain-slicked drive. "Evenin', pretty lady!" The Meathead With Lines grins. "Get yourself on in here!" "I just need to make a call!" Jo gigglingly faux-bimbos before eventually squirming, "You know what? I think I should wait by my car." The Meathead With Lines immediately ups the menacing quotient by a factor of ten and further allows his eyes to flip beetle black as he snatches at her shoulder to growl, "Get your ass in here!" Jo promptly dislocates the demonically enhanced meathead's shoulder while Deluxe Action Sammy With Super-Special Glow-In-The-Dark Meathead-Sporking Hands appears out of nowhere to jam Princess Sparkles's Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't through the henchmeathead's neck. "VIOLENCE!" shrieks Raoul, giddily clapping his paws together with delight at the sight. Fortunately for everyone involved, The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't decides to work this evening, and a flaring burst of orange energy illuminates the henchmeathead's skull from within for a moment before dissipating almost as quickly as it'd appeared, and the gurgling human remains of the now most thoroughly depossessed henchmeathead drop to the rain-slicked asphalt, dead. And then? Deluxe Action Sammy wastes not an instant giving Jo's dislocated meathead a little of the same. "VIOLENCE!" Raoul roars, now flinging himself into full writhe atop his overstuffed armchair. "WANTON ACTS OF UNREPENTANT MEATHEAD-SPORKING VIOLENCE AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" And while Raoul wriggles himself into a tizzy, Dashing El Deano pops up beside Jo to congratulate everyone on a job well done before tossing her a canvas army surplus bag, from which she extracts a pair of pliers with a thoroughly competent-sounding, "Shall we?"