Buffy glanced at each of them, a long pause drifting in the air before she said softly, "I don't remember," and then shrugged, "But i-it seemed perfectly normal."
"But disturbing," Xander chimed in. "And not the natural order of things, and do you think it'll happen again?"
Jenny shrugged, glancing to her husband, who replied, "I don't know. We should look into it."
"With the books," Willow nodded.
Jenny frowned, her hand on the back of Rupert's chair as she asked the top of his head, "Do we even have any books on something like this?"
"Well, we just gotta break it down," Xander told her. "Look at the factors before it happens again. Because I, for one--"
Rupert cut him off by once more bursting into song, sitting forward and pulling his glasses off, "I've got a theory, that it's a demon - a dancing demon!" and he made a face, "No, something isn't right there."
Willow was next to join in his song. "I've got a theory - some kid is dreamin,' and we're all stuck inside his freaky Broadway nightmare."
Tara nodded her agreement, impersonating 'jazz hands,' before Xander sat forward. "I've got a theory we should work this out."
Anya, Tara and Willow joined him as they sang, "It's getting eerie, what's this cheery singing all about?"
Xander jumped up from his chair, and Jenny watched as it toppled over behind him. "It could be witches! Some evil witches!"
She folded her arms across her chest and leveled him with a stare, while Willow and Tara threw him looks as well. Xander quickly withered. "Which is ridiculous, 'cause witches they were persecuted, Wicca good and love the Earth and woman power and," he pointed to the table and sat down again, "I'll be over here."
"I've got a theory!" Anya stepped in. "It could be bunnies!"
They all just stared at her, the sound of crickets filling the room as they all pondered that. Jenny shook her head, "I've got a--"
But suddenly a hard rock anthem cut Jenny off, as did Anya as she took the spotlight, wailing like a rockstar. "BUNNIES AREN'T JUST CUTE LIKE EVERYBODY SUPPOSES! THEY'VE GOT THEM HOPPY LEGS AND TWITCHY LITTLE NOSES! AND WHAT'S WITH ALL THE CARROTS? WHAT DO THEY NEED SUCH GOOD EYESIGHT FOR ANYWAY?" She began playing air guitar, finishing, "BUNNIES! BUNNIES, IT COULD BE BUNNIES!!!"
When the smoke cleared from her rock-and-roll outburst, Anya calmed, fixed her shirt, and returned to the original melody as she added, "Or maybe midgets."
"But disturbing," Xander chimed in. "And not the natural order of things, and do you think it'll happen again?"
Jenny shrugged, glancing to her husband, who replied, "I don't know. We should look into it."
"With the books," Willow nodded.
Jenny frowned, her hand on the back of Rupert's chair as she asked the top of his head, "Do we even have any books on something like this?"
"Well, we just gotta break it down," Xander told her. "Look at the factors before it happens again. Because I, for one--"
Rupert cut him off by once more bursting into song, sitting forward and pulling his glasses off, "I've got a theory, that it's a demon - a dancing demon!" and he made a face, "No, something isn't right there."
Willow was next to join in his song. "I've got a theory - some kid is dreamin,' and we're all stuck inside his freaky Broadway nightmare."
Tara nodded her agreement, impersonating 'jazz hands,' before Xander sat forward. "I've got a theory we should work this out."
Anya, Tara and Willow joined him as they sang, "It's getting eerie, what's this cheery singing all about?"
Xander jumped up from his chair, and Jenny watched as it toppled over behind him. "It could be witches! Some evil witches!"
She folded her arms across her chest and leveled him with a stare, while Willow and Tara threw him looks as well. Xander quickly withered. "Which is ridiculous, 'cause witches they were persecuted, Wicca good and love the Earth and woman power and," he pointed to the table and sat down again, "I'll be over here."
"I've got a theory!" Anya stepped in. "It could be bunnies!"
They all just stared at her, the sound of crickets filling the room as they all pondered that. Jenny shook her head, "I've got a--"
But suddenly a hard rock anthem cut Jenny off, as did Anya as she took the spotlight, wailing like a rockstar. "BUNNIES AREN'T JUST CUTE LIKE EVERYBODY SUPPOSES! THEY'VE GOT THEM HOPPY LEGS AND TWITCHY LITTLE NOSES! AND WHAT'S WITH ALL THE CARROTS? WHAT DO THEY NEED SUCH GOOD EYESIGHT FOR ANYWAY?" She began playing air guitar, finishing, "BUNNIES! BUNNIES, IT COULD BE BUNNIES!!!"
When the smoke cleared from her rock-and-roll outburst, Anya calmed, fixed her shirt, and returned to the original melody as she added, "Or maybe midgets."
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