Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And Sunnydale has touched and felt for the last time.

- Sounds real. - It is real.

I mean, besides your fabulous debut.

I reach into the hat and out comes...

your timing is impeccable.

Xander was right. It worked like a charm.

Euch! Even Mrs Franklin?

No, no, we don't. Unless you do.

It's not enough.

And it's gonna be looking for the smartest person around.

So I guess it's just you and me, huh?

Nah. I think I'll take on your traditional role, and watch.

Well, that's that, then. Everybody, get ready.

15 minutes to curtain, everyone.

- He was acting kinda strange. - Strange, how?

- Emma was like my best friend. - Emily.

I don't understand why I have to follow Brett and his stupid band.

Willow, you can do stuff. Uh, the piano.

- The show! - What?

- I don't think you should be doing that. - What? Come on!

I will be flesh!

- You'll feel better in the morning. - Good plan.

- Buffy, uh... - What can I do? Slay vampires on stage?

She is the Slayer.

I've been watching you three. Always getting into one scrape.

He was even taking college classes.

- Give me your puppet. - I'll put him away.

Morgan, that is enough!

Or the nightmare of somebody who had dummies on her mind.

From now on you're going to see a very different Sunnydale High. A tight ship.