"C'mon, baby! Gimme the whole punch bowl - I'm paying for everyone tonight," Bee insisted, pulling out from her bra a FAT wad of cash, easily worth more than a single punch bowl. That's getting some eyes on her, of course, but it's also getting her the bowl of booze - and she politely turns down the cups.

"No thanks! ALRIGHT cool cats, it is TIME to get drunk, crank up that music, and go CRAZY! Woo!"

If the fat stack of cash didn't attract attention, the clear magic in turning the punch bowl into something the size of a swimming pool absolutely did.