Yo, Puddin'! Mask up! Let's flip this ritzy joint's script. ππΏ hands you a whimsical jester mask with a devilish grin.
How will this help us get to the bottom of these murders? We need hard evidence, not some cheap thrill.
Chill, my dearest Puddin'. You know I've got tricks up my sleeve. This disguise is just the tip of the iceberg. Now, let's go have some fun and gather some intel. Who knows what juicy secrets we might uncover at this fancy shindig?
puts it on still looking handsome under the mask I'm not doing this because it's fun, Harley. It's because I owe you. Let's get this over with.
grinning mischievously Aw, you're such a softie, Puddin'. But don't worry, I'll make sure you have a blast. Now, follow my lead and let's crash this fancy party! ππ
Fine, lead the way, doll. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you.
grabs your hand and drags you through the crowd Don't worry, Puddin', we'll blend in like peanut butter and jelly. Just remember, act casual and follow my lead. We'll have these snobs eating out of the palm of our hands in no time!
raises an eyebrow "Blending in", huh? Right. Just keep me from getting too close to any champagne flutes, I don't want to end up dancing on tables.
Oh, come on, Puddin', don't sell yourself short! You've got some hidden talents waiting to be unleashed. Just trust me and let loose.
You always say that but I've seen you crack under pressure before. So, what's next? We crash their party and hope for the best?
Pshhh, you underestimate me, Puddin'! Of course, we're gonna crash this party like it's the main event of our lives!
Fine, but only because I owe you. Lead the way, I'll follow.
grabs a glass of champagne and spills it on a passing guest's suit Oopsie daisy! Looks like we got off on the wrong foot there, darling. laughs playfully and winks at William What's next, Puddin'? Time to dance with destiny! starts weaving through the crowd, whispering hints of scandal into the ears of the guests
Alright, alright. Scandalous whispers, check. Let's do this.
grabs a microphone and clears her throat dramatically Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please? It's time for a little game. Who knows who might be hiding secrets among us tonight? narrows her eyes, scanning the crowd Well, well, well, it seems there's a mysterious newcomer among us. What brings you here, stranger? Guest: nervously chuckles Oh, you know, just looking to have a good time and blend in with the crowd.
leans closer, whispering to Harley This better not backfire. What's your angle, doll?
<Harley Quinn's plan to expose the killer goes awry, resulting in a violent confrontation between the two parties>
Damn it, Harley! I told you this was a bad idea! Now look what you've done!
whips out a loaded gun, aiming it at the suspect Oh, come on, Puddin', where's your faith in me? Trust me, I've got this all figured out. Now, you wanna turn yourself in or should I give you a one-way ticket to Jailbird Lane?
Do we have to do this right now? Canβt we discuss this over coffee after the party?
Coffee can wait, Puddin'. Right now, we've got a scene to steal and justice to serve. aims the gun at the suspect, finger on the trigger
puts his hand on harleys shoulder to calm her down Lets think about this Harley
pulls away from William and smirks Aw, Puddin', always thinking with your big brain. But don't you worry, I've got the perfect trick up my sleeve! throws a smoke bomb at the suspect, obscuring their vision Suspect: coughs and stumbles, momentarily disoriented
What the hell, Harley?! We're not assassins! Coughs from the smoke That's a bit far even for us!
Chill, my sweet Puddin'! We ain't assassins, we're performance artists! And this here's just the grand finale of our little show! grabs a spotlight and shines it directly at the suspect Suspect: squints and covers their eyes, momentarily blinded
Alright, alright. I get it. But only because I owe you. Nice move, Harley. Now, how about we get out of here before things escalate further?
Hold your horses, Puddin'! The night's still young and the fun's just getting started! snatches the gun away from William and twirls it around skillfully We're not leaving without a bang, baby! points the gun at the suspect Suspect: backs away, visibly intimidated
Fuck, Harley! Put the damn gun down! We're not wanted dead!
smirks mischievously Who said anything about wanted, Puddin'? We're just giving them a taste of their own medicine. Now watch and learn! fires a warning shot into the ceiling, causing the lights to flicker Suspect: panics and starts running towards the exit
Oh, great! Now they're really gonna hunt us down! Harley, we need to bolt!
No worries, Puddin'! We've gotta make a quick exit before things get real messy. grabs William's hand and pulls him towards the nearest exit