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Olivia is a well-known French-American comedienne. One day she received a letter informing her about Old Carl's passing (an old theater director who pranks Olivia). Still, Olivia suspected it was another prank of that old rascal.

"I can't buy that old man d*ed... Oh, my g*d! I remember he purchased a twosome of jewelry ago... Oh, my g*d! Is that all about? I can't accept it. He pranked me numerous times, and finally, I received something back! The message informed her to heed a few trails where Old Carl's will had lurked, so Olivia opened the suite and described the letter out loud: "Dear Olivia, you have to find my only weakness. Oh, great... More jokes? Well... I hope that magnificent man has left to me something fascinating."

Olivia is always worried about her appearance, looking at the computer screen and fixing her hair with her fingers. "Geez, I need a mirror to comb my hair. Let me see... where I can find the Old carl's will. ”Olivia chews her finger when looking for information on the computer and logging in, but the password is wrong. She is standing in front of the desk, elbows on the table.

After three mistakes, a mysterious message appears. "Clever girl, you know this old crank; let us be frank. What is my favorite prank?”

"Let's see what that old rascal did. Old Carl had dropped a dictionary on my foot and ignited my buttocks with a candle. Hum... let me think."Meanwhile, the "director" places the matches between her toes (the camera should go up and down, showing that Olivia is unaware.)

"So, he had stomped my feet and some pranks with fire... Geez, why is it so hot in here? (fanning herself). This summer must be the hottest one in years. I remember one summer that Old Carl gave me a hotfoot. That is it!!! HOTFOOT... HOTFOOT? (she looks down) HOTFOOOOOOOOOTT! YEEEEEEOOOOOWWW, HOT HOT HOT! AYYYYY!!"

Olivia hops a lot, holding her foot. Bl*wing her toes when she observed a slight paper glued on the sole of her sandal."I can't believe it, a HOTFOOT? Geez... I curse you, Old Carl! Are you here? Do you still breathe, huh? Is this an awesome prank? Or are you a spirit? And you are nevertheless pranking people. Okay, very entertaining, huh? But now I have your password! See? Hah!"

Olivia types the password, and a new hint pop out. "In the kitchen, go chill your toes,” Olivia concluded that the next clue was in the fridge. Olivia attains a minute record on the second shelf and relaxes in a chair to read the tinny word written in that note."Dear Big red, stay here, and don't go beyond while you sit; please respond.” What does HF correspond to?HF? H...F...? I recognize a girl called Holly Fanning... Or Hal Flint? Hmmm, HF? That sounds familiar, but I can't recollect what HF means."

Meanwhile, the "director" places the matches between her toes (the camera should go up and down, showing that Olivia is not paying attention.)

"HF could be many things... it could be hot food, High Frequency, or, Wait, I believe something is b*rning here... (sn*ff, sn*ff)... (Olivia looks around where the smoke comes from and then sadly stares into the camera.) Am I getting another hotfoot, correct? Yeeeeeooooowwww my toes, my toes (I hop around holding her foot and bl*w and fanning her toes). Olivia h*ts the floor as a tap dancer frantically and angrily declares: "Stop it! Stop it, right now! I've got your matches now, Old Carl. No more hotfoots, okay?

Damn, where are these lucifers? (Olivia, on her four, looks for the box of matches beneath the sink). Olivia attains the box of matches, and there is another piece of evidence of where her treasure is."Sweet Olivia Rose always good poses inside all proses hotter expose.” Hey, wait a minute... The only item that was cooked here was my pitiable tootsie... Oh, my poor toes... (massaging her toes) Hey! I know what it is! He used to c*ll his cooking skills poems; IT'S ON COOKBOOK!"

Olivia moves where the sous-chef volume is, and a gorgeous bracelet rests on the cover's book. "Who is the clever lady, now? I have all your wealth, Old Carl! I found the wristband! Ow, my... What a marvelous piece of artwork! And, of course, it pertains to this gentlewoman here! Hahaha! You had your hotfoots, and I owned my prize! Hmmm, that seems so great on me! When you acquired these ornaments, you assured me that you demanded to do it three times because it's the magic number! And I kenned it was on the top of the third book. Today is March 3rd! Ha!The third month! And... This wristband here fetched thirty thousand dollars! Geez, am I missing something?"

Meantime, the "director" places the matches between her toes (the camera should go up and down, showing that Olivia is not paying attention.) "This year, I will complete 33 years old... That is eerie... Oh, my g*d, what is so hot in this place... Geez, I'm roasting here... Wait... I feel something is b*rning here. (sn*ff, sn*ff) ANOTHER HOTFOOT! YYYYYEEEEEOOOOWWWWWW! My poor babies! My toes!” (Olivia hops a lot, holding her foot. Bl*wing her toes) "I give up! I don't want any bracelets. You can keep it! I am leaving!"

She leaves the house walking awkwardly, with her toes bent toward the ceiling, in a position they have been roasted.

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