Maddie seems oblivious to the dangerous situation unfolding in front of her, and in fact looks a bit impatient with the whole affair. She looks into her purse and mumbles something about closing times for the local bank. Everyone else is clearing the street, lights or no. A terrific traffic jam is in place, and while no one is abandoning vehicles just yet, several door locks are clicking. No police in sight, no sirens. Just you and the Smiths. 

[@Silver Carrot]
A clang sounds as Excalibat descends upon the forenoggin of the Smith in front of you, causing his head to droop at an unnatural angle. From inside, you hear the anticlimactic whine of a broken toy and sparks. While still standing, Smith #1 isn't happy. "[i]target zzzt resistant to effortzzt <crackle> internal damage request PLAN B attempting delay zrrt[/i]"

Head still at a jaunty angle, it (as we can do away with "he" now) emits a tazer-like discharge from its hands. Well, hand. Only one is undamaged. It takes a defensive posture and backs up, blocking your direct path across the rest of the street. 

[@The Wanderer]
Indestructi-Man has a handful of shirt collar, easy. So easy in fact that its feet try to keep going while its torso remains stationary. Off balance and seemingly very confused, it tries to gather its legs underneath itself. Rotating its head around (way too far) to meet your gaze, you can see it mouthing, "Hey buddy, how about that [i][s]insert recent sporting endeavor[/s][/i]? I like the [i][s]insert local team[/s][/i]." 

The third obvious Smith moves to join the damaged one. It has not sparked up its hands as of yet. "...delaydelaydelay..."