Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm cold. - Well, I'm hot. Deal with it.

- Buffy's got a pretty good lead on us. - I'll call Kathy, tell her to get out ofthere.

Fine. Then let's start with my sweater.

- The sweater thing was an accident. - I don'tknow.

You thought your days of sneaking out ofyour room were over.

- Happy hunting. - Wish me monsters.

Still, let me know if she...

Hey. I just stopped by to say that. And bring you...

She irons herjeans. She's evil. She has to be destroyed.

So you had trouble getting past Kathy?

I mean, sometimes I get the feeling that she is not quite normal. You know?

Congratulations, you've found me out. I'm a mod jogger.

How'd you know?

It's share time, Buffy.

And it's appreciated.

Hits the red zone?

You can see it in those shifty little eyes of hers.

Yeah, I guess it's hard.

As long as it's an elective. I can handle myself alone, you know.

That's not true. I ask about you all the time.

- Excuse me? - The person you're hiding from.

- What sort of demon? - He had a cloak on

- My sneakers are squeaky. - I'm looking for something lurky, Will.

She's definitely pushing the stress meter on this Kathy thing.

I'm not familiar with the creature, but I'll give you a ring when I've found something.

- Herself? - Or worse. She's capable of it, you know.

Well, it's been fun. Toodles.