Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Giles doesn't know it. He's with them all now.

to maintain their humanity, or they revert back to their original form

- Let me. - I got it.

This place has quite a reputation.

But we have talent. We can do stuff.

I think, perhaps, it was a little more complex than that.

- I won't. - I will!

..and Sid's with me.

- All right. - I'll pull up his locker number.

Students loitering on campus after school, horrible murders with hearts being removed.

- See if there's anything in his locker. - Like a heart?

- I should wear a wire! - Whoa, hey, guys.

Did she say anything to you? Was she arguing with anyone?

How do you lock this thing?

Then, no, I don't play.

Next time we split up, someone else is on Cordie detail.

Because we have to clear their equipment before the finale.

- Where did you come up with that voice? - It's kind of an imitation of my dad.

I'm sure it's someone in that stupid talent show.

- We have a winner. - I fear I was led to the same conclusion.

This is what I do. I hunt demons.

We're really sorry, but about the talent show, you can't make us!

- You play? - A little.

Well, get some sleep.

And I know how to take care of myself.

that if you're feeling nervous, you should imagine the audience are in their underwear.

Giles, into every generation is born one who must run the annual talentless show.