Its Princess Ivys birthday, so she decides to wrangle up NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT THREE OF HER MOST PATHETIC LOSER WHIMPS and allows them the supreme privilege of paying homage to the day she was born, by putting their balls on a silver platter for her to crush, kick, bust and bash, while wearing her brand new, verrrrry pointy, verrrry expensive, over-the-knee Italian patent leather boots she bought with their hard earned cash donations. THE LUCKY FOOLS!