Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, My God. Weird. And Chocolates? Lame.
We were going to. I just...
Bet they'd really go for a Little Red Riding Hood like you.
- Anya, you wanna help me with that thing? - Xander needs help with his thing!
Xander, Giles, take the centre of town. Willow, Tara, west side.
- Dawn! - That should do it.
Seeing Dawn. Hangin' with her.
We were going to. I just...
I don't think this is the best time for the party pinata.
She's only been able to keep her mind intact by extracting energy from us.
This is great long-term-planny stuff, but what about this Key thingy Glory's lookin' for?
This is great long-term-planny stuff, but what about this Key thingy Glory's lookin' for?
Oh, my God. Glory. It's Willow's spell.
Dawn!
Look what you did to my dress, you little...
Here. Open mine.
Yes?
Are you giving Buffy a birthday present?
It's here. It's here.
That wouldn't sit too well with big sister.
I think he might have left before Glory came.
She's right. I've thrown everything I've got at her. She just shrugs it off.
I'm not sure our regular workout is challenging you any more.
You'd never make it. I'd rip out your spine before you got half a step.
She probably would've skipped off anyway, even if she never found out.
I want the presents.
She probably feels like she can say or do anything right now.
It's OK.
Or even just your run-of-the-mill lunatics.
Now, what I'm trying to noodle,
Two cups of chocolate goodness, courtesy of whoever I swiped it from out of the cupboard.
We need plates. It's cake time.
Oh, please. Like that's gonna...
I've been meaning to send the Slayer a message.
but if you persist in your defiance, she'll be forced to...
That's your answer? Just leave her alone and hope that everything works itself out?
- I'm not a thing. - Oh, sweetie, no. What is this all about?
- I'm not a thing. - Oh, sweetie, no. What is this all about?
- Not even a card, huh? - I wasn't really expecting one.
Well, from the human brain.
our itsy-bitsy little secret.
No contact with civilians. There's probably a code name for it.
I'm guessing it won't be filled with candy and flowers.
You know what I am, don't you?
How could you let her find out like that? From books and papers?
"Their sole purpose appears to have been as protectors of the Key."
I can't remember.
She probably feels like she can say or do anything right now.
He was standing here, and when I turned around it was gone.
No.
Please.
Dawn!
Hey. We on the case?
I'm guessing some kind of super-powerful in her raw form.
You want me to make some soup? I think there's some chicken and stars.
We have to find a way to stop her.
Oh, hey, chartreuse. It's a party.
Yeah? How do you know? Maybe this is just another fake memory from my fake family.
Why do you care?