Snow White was missing.
Not the person. The DVD.
I suspect Earl. I cannot prove it.
I don't need to.
We all know it's Earl.
The point is: an amazon delivery was expected the following day, a horde was restless, and some-several-dozen needed to be somewhere contained, occupied, and ideally supervised by forces greater than just myself since that's clearly inadvisable even on a good day.
ENTER:
Now, I'll be honest with you.
Taking a horde of gremlins to a bingo hall was not on the original activity schedule. But...
Desperate times call for creative logistics, and it turns out that the bingo hall is, structurally speaking, an almost perfect gremlin containment unit.
Consider: assigned seating. A task requiring focus. Numbered cards. Daubers. The constant threat of someone shouting BINGO before you do. And an entire room full of Women Of A Certain Age who have absolutely no patience for nonsense and will tell you so directly, bluntly, and without missing a dab.
The gremlins were, for the record, largely behaved.
The sign said no cheating, no flashing, no feeding.
Ehhhh... Two out of three isn't bad.
(Earl, if you're reading this: the Snow White situation is not forgotten. Reginald has been informed.)