Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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