Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

And it's appreciated.

Yeah, I guess it's hard.

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

Fine. Then let's start with my sweater.

How'd you know?

Well, it's been fun. Toodles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you had trouble getting past Kathy?

- Happy hunting. - Wish me monsters.

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

Still, let me know if she...

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

It's share time, Buffy.

Hits the red zone?

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