Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I said what I thought you wanted to hear.

- Oz, don't. It might be... - Rubber. It's made of rubber.

Right. I count four limbs, a head, no visible scarring,

OK. See you in a bit.

You fratly guys have a nice setup.

Hail, ye old varletty, thou.

It's Halloween. You're not gonna dress up and party?

We're gonna have the best time.

I let down the hem and loosened it a little around the hood.

You'll feel better at the party tonight. Maybe you'll even meet someone.

They all ran away from you.

- Is there something you wanted? - I was thinking I'd patrol tonight.

Its presence infects the reality of the house, but it's not achieved full manifestation.

got a treat for tomorrow night's second annual Halloween screening.

Never mind. I just need to get some supplies together.

Too much fun or not enough?

I can do the guiding spell. I know I can make it work.

- What are you doing here? - You haven't called.

You associate with them, though you share little in common.

I have a lot of work to do.

In case we get turned into our costumes again,

Gachnar. Of course.

- Is that all it was? - What else was it supposed to be?

Did you forget?

Slow down. I need you to be more specific.

- It's a sombrero. - And it's on your head.

Look, Buffy, we're all tired and a little edgy. Maybe Willow's overreacting.