OK, it must have been what Alan Smithee referred to as "operation lemon jello" in his journal alansmitheex but it was so lame and unsuccessful, it's almost unbelievable.
Last night L'Monjello and I were on the ice rink, and I was working on my routine. [I will post more details like my outfit and music as they get nailed down but I'm still just learning some things, thanks for your interest Dreamsighted.] So we were working this twirl, and suddenly we noticed this formation of icicles in the snow... like some weird type of symbol. So anyway, we see these icicles in this triangular shape, and L'Monjello just says "cool, I love icicles!" and starts to eat one like a popsicle. Looking back on the whole evening, after what happened next, I'm almost positive that it was Alan trying to psych us out with some weenie attempt at a Blair Witch Project type of thing, and I'm sure our lack of alarm probably made him very annoyed.
After we each ate an icicle, we went back to work. As L'Monjello was spotting me on a lift, and we were both skating along the edge of the rink, out of the corner of our eye, we saw something get thrown down onto the ice. So we veered left and avoided it, but found that it was a lasso. A LASSO! So L'Monjello skated back over to it, and grabbed the lasso really fast and yanked it, and what do you know, but Alan Smithee came lunging forward like when a game of tug-o-war comes to an end. He had been crouched down on the other side of the rink wall. I'm surprised I hadn't smelled him earlier.
So as Alan came sprawling forward, behind us, we heard this really loud thud and crack. We looked and about 10 feet behind where we were standing, was this anvil about the size of an iron sticking out of the ice. An anvil. An actual ANVIL. I didn't know they even existed in real life, I just thought they used them in roadrunner cartoons.
Then, I didn't get a really good look at him, but there was this weird looking dude with knee pads and a pink bike helmet running away. He had been up in the rafters and I am assuming was planning to drop the anvil on L'Monjello after he was caught in the lasso. This guy has some bad bad aim.
As we were distracted by the pink bike helmet guy who I am assuming might be Eminelle, Alan made a run for it, and L'Monjello didn't even try to catch him. He could have because Alan runs like a little girl, but he really is no threat. He's just creepy.
So that was apparently "operation lemon jello" the operative so cleverly named by Alan Smithee as his plan to catch L'Monjello. Whatever... I look forward to his next "evil plan". If I wasn't so goth, I would laugh.