Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So where should we look? Do we know where it used to be kept? Who saw it last?
Come on.
You guys gotta see him. His head's almost twisted clean off.
Honey?
We know where it is.
Oh, please. Like that's gonna...
We thought you'd get crossbows and killy stuff.
Send a six-pack of minions to bore me to death? Glory can't lay a finger on me.
Spike, you and I'll get the east side.
You know what I'm starting to think?
- What did you do? - This is blood, isn't it?
Oh, no, she's here!
Wait.
- You could have stopped her. - Oh, yeah, here it comes.
A book.
I don't think this is the best time for the party pinata.
All warm and safe where nothing can eat you?
Cotton!
She hears you bellowing, she'll pack it in the opposite direction. Can't say I blame her.
Get away from my sister.
You're gonna be late for school.
It's an eensy more complicated than that.
This is a family thing. We should deal with this.
I assume you're talking about her existence rather than her intentions?
Me too.
Like you weren't all thinking the same thing.
Too squishy. When I was five, Buffy told me they were monkey brains and I...
- If you need anything... - Thanks.
Willow!
who she really is.
I'm fairly certain I wasn't. I've got one just like it.
She probably would've skipped off anyway, even if she never found out.
She deserves to know where she came from. She needs to know, or it will eat away at her.
Morning, sunshine. If you've come round for eggs and sausage, I'm fresh out.
- What's wrong with you? - You're what she's been searching for. Run.
From what I can gather, her living in this world is seriously affecting her mental state.
The Knights of Byzantium, an ancient order. And now your enemy.
No, you can't!
Nobody keeps me in the bloody loop, do they?
This isn't about her. It's about Dawn.
The Dawnmeister Chronicles?
Here. Open mine.
Wait. Here's something. "Tarnis, 12th century."
Yeah. Shouldn't we try to find it before she does?
You know, she kinda has a crush on me.
Don't tell me what to do.
I put the shells on it myself. We picked them off the beach.
if it's a key, there's gotta be a lock, right?
We need answers, Giles.
- Little tremble wouldn't hurt. - Sorry, it's just...
Too squishy. When I was five, Buffy told me they were monkey brains and I...
Is this blood?
She yelled at a teacher. The things she said, Buffy. She's never used language like that.
- Do you know how to do that or not? - Give us a sec.
- Can't hear it, can't hear it, can't... - What am I?
What's it for? I mean...
And I could use a little pick-me-up. Two birds, one stone, and...
Six months ago.
Well, maybe if you told me more about it...
Look, it's blood.
Look at you. All afraid I'm hot for your honey.
We have to find her. Fast.
"The Key is also susceptible to necromanced animal detection,
Yep. Won't be trying that one again soon.
I'm not going. Blobs of energy don't need an education.
So long as you protect the Key, the brotherhood will never stop
- Tell me what kind of demon I'm fighting. - Glory isn't a demon.
I can feel it. You've gotta get out. No...
Well, Tara and I can work on some tactical spells.
Well, not as long as me, but yeah, just this side of for ever.
What she needs is her sister, Buffy, not the Slayer.
I've only been alive for six months, huh?
Not just Glory.
No. My mom's just fine.
- Is it evil? - Totally.
- Still working out the kinks. - Where'd you send her?
What? Sneaking out to braid hair and watch Teletubbies with your mates?
Well, you won't need a thousand, sweetie.
- Dawn! - Oh, baby.
- No. No, we really weren't. - We were talking about sex.
Like you'd tell me anyway. Dawn's too young and too delicate.