Title: Dead Man's Party rewrite
Author: Marissa
Summary: The title says it all.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns everything. I don't make any money off of this. The origional script, which this was taken from was written by Marti Noxon
Note: This is based on the transcription by AleXander Thompson found at www.buffyworld.com
Here it is:

Giles' apartment building. Cut to outside his door. The kids are all standing there.

Buffy: You know, maybe it's too late. Maybe we should just come back tomorrow.

No one makes a move to go. Buffy looks at the door, then back at the others.

Buffy: What if he's mad?

Xander: Mad? Just because you ran away and abandoned your post and your friends and your mom and made him lay awake every night worrying about you? (to Oz and Willow) Maybe we should wait out here.

Buffy gives him a look. She turns around to face the door, reaches for the knocker and taps it a few times. Cut inside. Giles opens the door and sees Buffy standing there flanked by the others. His face remains expressionless for a long moment.

Xander: (to Giles) Check it out. The Watcher is back on the clock. (Giles slips on his glasses) And just when you were thinking career change, maybe becoming a... a looker or a... a seer.

Giles: Thank you, Xander.

He looks at his Slayer.

Giles: Welcome home, Buffy.

Buffy smiles up at him. He pulls the door open further and steps back so they can all come in.Buffy sees something out of place, and pauses.

Buffy: Uh, Giles, am I seeing things? Or is that a computer on your desk?

Giles: (smiles bashfully) Yes, well, uh, that would be-

He is interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the stairs as Jenny comes down. Buffy is considerably surprised to see her there so late.

Jenny: So who was it at the door?… (she trails off when she sees Buffy) Buffy! Welcome back!

Giles: Uh, why don't you all sit down and I'll put on some tea.

Buffy, Xander, Willow and Oz sit on the couch, Cordelia in a facing chair, and Jenny in another. Giles goes into the kitchenette.

Buffy: Are, uh… we're not, um, disturbing anything, are we?

Jenny: No, of course not! What would you be disturbing? (gets it.) Oh, that. (embarrassed) Godess, that's something Rupert would say.

Willow: (laughing) yeah.

Giles: (comes out of the kitchen, leans on the back of Jenny's chair) What's something that I would say?

Jenny: Nothing.

Willow: (to Buffy, half-whispering) Jenny lives here now.

Buffy: Gee. Sounds cozy.

Giles: So, uh, Buffy, how long have you been back?

Buffy: I got in a few hours ago, but I wanted to go see my mom first.

Giles: Yes. Yes, of course. How, how did you find her?

Buffy: Well, I pretty much remembered the address.

Giles: Ah, eh, I mean, uh...

The teakettle in his kitchen begins to whistle.

Giles: How are things between you? (notices the whistling) Ah. Excuse me. (goes into the kitchen)

Oz: Hey, so you're not wanted for murder anymore.

Buffy: Good. That was such a drag.

Xander: So where were you? Did you go to Belgium?

Jenny: Belgium?

Buffy: (gives him an odd look) Why would I go to Belgium?

Xander: I think the relevant question is why wouldn't you? (smiles hugely and giggles) Bel-gium!

They both laugh.

Jenny gets up and goes to the kitchen.

Cut into the kitchen. Giles gets the cups out of his cupboard. He smiles as he listens to the conversation in the living room, pleased that they are getting along so well again so quickly. He sees Jenny looking at him.

Jenny: How are you?

Giles: I'm fine. (smiles) excellent, even.

Jenny smiles in return.

Jenny: It's sudden.

Giles: Yes, yes it is… all this time I… I was hoping she'd just show up at the door one day…

Jenny: And she did.

Giles nods. Jenny hugs him.

Jenny: This is good.

She steps back.

Jenny: Here, I'll carry something.

Giles and Jenny go back to the living room. Jenny carries the cookies

Giles: Here we are then. (sets the tray on the coffee table)

Jenny: One thing I've learned is that tea and cookies are perfect for any occasion.

Jenny takes a cookie and sits back in her chair. Giles pulls over the chair from his desk and takes the teapot. Buffy and Xander each take a cookie from the tray.

Cordelia: So were you, like, living in a box, or what?

Buffy: Well, it's a long story.

Xander: So skip the heartwarming stuff about kindly old people and saving the farm and get right to the dirt.

Giles: (pours several cups) Perhaps Buffy could use a little time to adjust before we grill her on her summer activities.

Buffy: What he said.

Xander: Fair enough. In fact, you can leave the slaying to us while you settle in. We got you covered.

Buffy: I noticed. You guys seem down with the slayage, all tricked out with your walkies and everything.

Cordelia: Yeah, but the outfits suck. This whole Rambo thing is so over. I'm thinking more sporty, like Hilfiger maybe.

Jenny: Yeah, but then you get them all bloody and dusty.

Willow: Still, we were getting good. We dusted (nods) nine out of ten.

Oz: (whispers to Willow) Six out of ten.

Willow: Six out of ten.

Xander: Whatever, we were kicking a little undead booty.

Buffy: Well, thank you for the offer, but I think I just wanna get back to my normal routine. You know, school, slaying... kid's stuff. In fact, I'm jonesing for a little brainless fun. (to Xander) What are you doing tomorrow?

Xander: Oh, I would, but, uh, (reaches his hands around Cordelia's arm) I'm kind of tied up. (smiles)

Cordelia: You wish. (pushes him away)

Xander sits back into the couch, embarrassed.

Buffy: (to Willow) Will?

Willow: Um, tomorrow I...

Buffy: Oh, come on. Friends don't let friends browse alone.

Willow: Okay. I had some schoolwork, but... I can change my plans.

Giles: (raises his cup) As for school, Buffy, uh, you know you'll have to talk to Principal Snyder before...

Buffy: On it. Mom is making an appointment with His Ugliness. I know she can break him.

Giles looks up from his tea and gives her an unsure little grin.

Cut to Principal Snyder's office at Sunnydale High. Snyder looks at Joyce and Buffy intently from behind his desk.

Snyder: Absolutely not. Under no circumstances.

Joyce: But you can't keep her out of school. You don't have the right.

Snyder: I have not only the right, but also a nearly physical sensation of pleasure at the thought of keeping her out of school. I'd describe myself as tingly.

Joyce: Buffy was cleared of all those charges.

Snyder: Yes. And while she may live up to the not-a-murderer requirement for enrollment, she is a troublemaker, destructive to school property and the occasional student. And her grade point average is enough to... (his eyes glaze over for an instant) I'm sorry. Another tingle moment. (smiles smugly)

Joyce: (with controlled anger in her voice) I don't see how you can be so cavalier about a young girl's entire future!

Snyder: I'm quite sure that a girl with the talents and abilities of Buffy will land on her feet. In fact, (leans toward Buffy) I noticed as I cme in this morning that Hot Dog on a Stick is hiring. (Buffy gives him an angry stare) You will look so cute in that hat.

Buffy: Let's go, Mom.

She gets up and walks toward the door. Her mother stands up and faces Snyder.

Joyce: This isn't over. If I have to, I'll go all the way to the Mayor. (follows Buffy out)

Snyder: Wouldn't that be interesting.

Cut to later at the front door. Buffy opens it to admit Giles holding a cage.

Buffy: Welcome to the Hellmouth Petting Zoo.

She indicates upstairs. Giles looks up and starts to climb the stairs while Buffy closes the door behind him. She follows him up.

Cut to Joyce's bedroom. The cat is hiding under the bed. Giles grabs it by the back of its neck and pulls it out.

Giles: Oh, my God, what a stench!

He takes the cat over to the cage, puts it in and closes the latch.

Buffy: You know, I wanted Forest Pine or April Fresh, but Mom wanted Dead Cat.

Joyce looks at the cat, grossed out by its appearance and smell.

Giles: I'll, uh...

He steps back for a moment, overcome by the stench.

Giles: Ugh! I'll get it back to the library, see if we can determine its exact origins.

He lifts the cage and turns to face Joyce. She looks at it, then up at Giles. He notices the mask on the wall behind her.

Giles: It's, uh... striking and... Nigerian.

Joyce: Oh. Yes. I-I-I have this wonderful dealer who specializes in ancient artifacts, I don't know if you...

Buffy: (interrupts) You know, I love art talk as much as the next very dull person, but we have work to do, Giles. Research mode. (heads for the door)

Giles: Sh-sh-shouldn't you stay with your mother, perhaps, Buffy? I mean, you must have...

Joyce: Please, no. I, it's fine. She can go with you.

Giles: A-actually, she can't. Um... (to Buffy) You're not allowed on school property.

Buffy: Oh. (smiles ironically)

Giles: I'm sorry. Um, uh... I'll, I'll call as, as soon as I know something.

He reaches for the doorknob. The cat growls and hisses.

Joyce: Oh, we'll see you tonight?

Giles: Tonight, then. Yes.

He opens the door and leaves.

Cut to the library. The caged cat is on the table. Oz is inspecting it closely, apparently not bothered by its stench. Willow is engrossed in research. Cordelia keeps her distance while Xander shares Oz's fascination, but from a bit further off. Jenny is watching it uncomfortably from a distance, by the steps.

Oz: It looks dead. It smells dead. (Xander nods in agreement) Yet it's movin' around. That's interesting.

Jenny: It's just like when I was twelve and I found my pet cat dead.

Xander: Yeah, but this cat is all active and running around.

Jenny: Actually, my brother played this trick on me and… it's a long story.

Xander: uh, huh.

Cordelia: Nice pet, Giles. Don't you like anything regular?

Jenny: Hey!

Cordelia: (to Jenny) No offense, but you're not exactly Miss Average American.

Giles: (comes down from the stacks) (to Jenny, placing a hand on her waist as he passes her) No, I'd say you're rather extraordinary.

Jenny: Mm, thank you.

Cordelia: Okay, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.

Xander: I'll go better and say it didn't even happen.

Giles: Anyways, I'm trying to find out how and why it rose from the grave. It's not as if I'm going to take it home and offer it a saucer of warm milk.

Oz: Well, I like it. I think you should call it Patches.

Willow: What about Buffy's welcome home dinner tonight? I had told her mom we'd help out. Bring stuff.

Cordelia: I'm the dip.

Everyone looks at her. She doesn't notice and continues reading.

Xander: Uh, you gotta admire the purity of it. (chuckles)

Cordelia: (looks up at everyone) What? Onion dip. Stirring, *not* cooking. It's what I bring.

Oz: (leans back in his chair) We should figure out what kinda deal this is. I mean, is it a-a gathering, a shindig or a hootenanny?

Cordelia: What's the difference?

Oz: Well, a gathering is brie, mellow song stylings; shindig, (nods to Cordelia) dip, (Cordelia smiles) less mellow song stylings, perhaps a large amount of malt beverage; and hootenanny, well, it's chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny.

Xander: Well, I hate brie.

Cordelia: I know. It smells like Giles' cat.

Giles: It's not my...

Xander: (interrupts) And what'll we talk about at a gathering anyway? 'So, Buffy, did you meet any nice pimps on your travels? And oh, by the by, thanks for ruining our lives for the past three months.'

Willow: Xander...

Xander: You know what I mean. She doesn't want to talk about it, we don't want to talk about it, so why don't we just shut up and dance?

Jenny: She just got back, I think she'd be more in the mood for something mellow.

Willow: Well, Buffy said she did want to loosen up, you know, have some kid time. (to Oz) Aren't you guys rehearsing tonight? Why don't you play at the party?

Oz: Yeah, I think I could supply some Dingo action.

Giles: Uh, I agree with Jenny. I-I'm not sure that, a, a, um... shindig...

Oz: Hootenanny.

Giles: H-hootenanny i-i-is really the order of the day. Uh, uh, it should... I-I-I mean, Buffy has just got home. I'm, I'm sure she's still feeling a little disoriented.

Willow: All the more reason to make her feel welcome, a-and a big party says, 'Welcome, Buffy.'

Xander slaps Giles on the back. Giles turns to give him a look.

Xander: Okay, so one vote from the Old Guy and (off Jenny's look) uh, Ms. Calendar… for a Smelly Cheese Night, and how many votes for actual fun, huh?

Everyone but Giles and Jenny raise their hands and smile.

Giles: Alright, alright. Have it your way. I'm just glad to have her home.

The cat meows again. Giles continues to page through a book.

Giles: Now things can get back to normal.

He flips a page, but looks over at the cat instead. On the page is a drawing of Joyce's mask. He flips another page before turning his attention back to it.

Later…
The library. The cat meows acridly in its cage. Giles is looking through his books yet again. Jenny is doing some marking. This time Giles finds what he needs and quickly reads.

Giles: Oh, for…

Jenny: What is it?

Giles: It's the mask.

Jenny: What?

Giles: Mrs. Summer's mask, it… I have to call Buffy.

Jenny goes to where he was reading to look read what's going on while Giles goes into his office and grabs the phone and quickly dials Buffy's number. He impatiently listens to it ringing.

Cut to Buffy's house. The Dingoes are into their next song, "Pain". The camera pans across the party guests. The phone can barely be heard ringing above the noise. The camera focuses on it. No one thinks to pick up.

Cut to the library. Giles waits anxiously for an answer.

Cut to the party. The weed smoker picks up the phone and holds it tightly to his ear, plugging his free ear with a finger.

Stoner: Party Villa, can I rock you?

Giles: (cut to him) I-I-I need to speak with Buffy. Um, immediately! I have some information that is extremely important.

Cut to the party. Someone breaks a glass, and the Stoner looks across the room.

Stoner: Yeah! Fiesta foul! You gotta do a shot!

Giles: (cut to him) I need to speak to Buffy! Now!

Stoner: (cut to him) Bunny? (to his friend, pointing) See? That guy's gotta do a shot.

Giles: Buffy!

Stoner: (holds the phone out to the crowd) Hey! I need to talk to a Buddy! (to the room) Is there a Buddy here? (into the phone) Sorry. He's not here. You got the wrong casa, Mr. Belvedere. (hangs up)

Giles: (cut to him) H-hello? Hello?!

He slams the phone down and quickly gathers up his things. The cat snarls and hisses.

Jenny: What now?

Giles: I couldn't get through to her. I'll have to go to her house.

Jenny: Okay. (she gathers her things together and makes to follow him)

Giles: (sees what Jenny's doing) You're not coming.

Jenny: Excuse me?

Giles: It's too dangerous. There's-

Jenny: (interrupting) We already had this argument, remember? On about twenty different occasions, and I won every time.

Giles gives her a concerned, almost pleading look.

Jenny: I'm going with you.

Giles: (resigned) Alright, just… just be careful.

Jenny gives him a look that says he doesn't have to tell her the obvious.

Giles: And bring a weapon.

Jenny: Yes! Mace-on-a-chain! (she goes to the weapons case).

Cut to Giles speeding along to Buffy's house as best he can in his decrepit car. Jenny's in the passenger seat, staring out the side window, ignoring Giles' complaining.

Giles: You would think she'd try to find out what the bloody thing is first before she ordered it, not to mention put it up in her room.

Jenny: (her attention has been caught) What were you doing in Joyce's room?

Giles: That's where the cat was.

Jenny: Oh. (turns back to look out the window)

Giles: (continues) I mean, i-i-it's unbelievable. She has no conception of what things can do. (mocks Joyce) 'Do you like my mask? Isn't it pretty? It raises the *dead*!' Americans.

Jenny: Americans?

Giles: Well, uh…

Jenny: (sarcastic) You know, I love how you use that as a catch-all insult.

Giles stammers incoherently.

Jenny looks ahead to see that they're about to hit someone.

Jenny: Look out!

He slams on the brakes and begins to skid. He hits the man, who falls onto the hood of the car, bounces off of the windshield and slides off as the car comes to a stop. The man rolls a few times on the pavement before coming to rest. Giles stares in shock at the man lying in the road.

Giles: My God.

He moves to get out of his car, but Jenny grabs his arm to hold him back.

Jenny: Wait…

They both watch out the windshield as the "man" struggles to get up. When he finally does, it's clear from his appearance that he's been dead for awhile. There are more zombies approaching from the alleyway.

Jenny: Drive. (Giles does not react right away) Drive!

Giles steps on the gas, and drives off, knocking the zombie over again as he goes by.

Jenny: See? If I wasn't along you'd be zombie food right now.

Cut to Summer's house, Inside a downstairs closet. It's absolutely dark.

Cordelia: I don't hear anything. Should we check?

Oz: (exhales) Let's go for it.

He opens the door and looks out. No zombies. He looks the other way. The coast appears to be clear. They can, however, hear noises coming from upstairs. Oz gives Cordelia a glance and looks around again to be absolutely sure that at least there isn't anything going on downstairs. Cordelia sees a pair of ski poles in the closet and hands one of them to Oz.

Cordelia: Here.

Oz: Thanks.

Together they start down the hall toward the stairs. They reach the kitchen door. Cordelia looks in and startles when suddenly Giles appears there, having come in through the back door. She holds her ski pole up to his neck. Oz holds his ski pole pointed at Giles' gut.

Giles: Cordelia, it's me! It's me!

Cordelia: How do we know it's really you and not zombie Giles?

Giles: Cordelia, do stop being tiresome.

Cordelia: It's him.

She and Oz both draw back their weapons, when Jenny appears next to Giles, and they raise their ski poles again. Jenny yelps in surprise, and the kids, realizing who it is, lower their weapons once again. The noises upstairs seem to get louder. They start moving toward the stairs again.

Jenny: What's going on?

Oz: I think the Dead Man's Party's moved upstairs.

Giles: That makes sense. It's the mask in Joyce's bedroom they're after.

Cordelia: Mask?

Giles: The mask holds the power of a... zombie demon, called Ovu Mobani--Evil Eye. I don't think we can get past them.

They crouch by the stairs and try to look upstairs.

Oz: Well, what happens if they get the mask?

Giles: If one of them puts it on, they become the demon incarnate.

Cordelia: Worse than a zombie.

Giles: Yes, worse.

Cut to Joyce's bedroom. Pat sits up on the footrest. The zombie at the door overpowers Buffy and the others, pushing the door in violently. Joyce and Xander fall to the floor. The zombie comes in and backhand punches Buffy, sending her into the wall. Pat sees the fighting, but her attention is drawn to the mask lying on the floor. Its eyes glow a bright red now. Xander tries to grab the zombie from behind, but it throws a backhand punch and hits Xander in the jaw. Xander goes flying in a high arc onto the bed and rolls off of the far side onto the floor. Pat stands up, her gaze fixed on the mask, and steps over to it. Joyce sees her stand up, and looks at her amazed. She gets up from the floor and goes over to Pat.

Joyce: Oh, God! We thought you were...

She tries to hug Pat, but Pat grabs her outstretched arms and pushes her hard onto the bed. Joyce rolls off next to Xander. Pat bends down to pick up the mask and holds it to her face as she stands back up. The eyes suddenly glow a very bright red, and the mask integrates itself into Pat's face. The zombie immediately stops fighting Willow and falls to his knees, screaming and cowering before Ovu Mobani incarnate.

Xander: (to Joyce) Generally speaking, when scary things get scared:
not good.

Willow looks at Mobani, transfixed by its stare.

Mobani: I live, you die.

Buffy tries to get between them. Ovu Mobani turns to her, and its eyes flash, mesmerizing Buffy. It backhand punches her, and sends her flying in a high arc against the closet door. Buffy is only slightly dazed, and quickly raises herself up on her hands. She sees Willow back away from Mobani fearfully.

Buffy: Willow, don't look!

Mobani's eyes flash again at Willow, and she freezes. The demon strides over to her and grabs her by the jaw and the back of her head. Buffy lunges at Mobani, grabs it and dives out of the bedroom window. Cut outside. The two of them fall onto the roof and roll down and off. They hit the railing of the back porch and break it, fall over some bushes and roll into the backyard.

Cut to Giles, Jenny, Oz and Cordelia on the stairs. They hear the crash through the window.

Giles: Out back!

They rush back down the stairs, but a zombie appears from the dining room and takes Giles by the neck.

Cut outside. Buffy and Ovu Mobani get to their feet. Buffy looks away and quickly puts some distance between herself and the demon, shading her eyes as she goes.

Buffy: Not looking.

Mobani makes tracks after her.

Buffy: Not looking!

Cut to Joyce's bedroom. With Ovu Mobani no longer there, the zombie has quit its cowering and begun attacking the mortals. Xander and Willow each have the zombie by an arm, and Joyce swings a baseball bat hard into his back. The zombie screams and flails its arms, shaking Xander and Willow loose. He turns to face Joyce, who keeps swinging the bat. The zombie blocks the blows with its arm, but Joyce doesn't stop.

Cut outside. Mobani tackles Buffy to the ground and turns her over. Buffy immediately covers her eyes with her arm, and the demon's eye flashes have no effect on her. Buffy snap kicks Mobani off of her, and the demon flies across the yard and lands hard on its back.

Cut to the stairs. Oz and Giles try to use a ski pole to hold the zombie at bay, but it's not working very well.

Giles: Tell Buffy Mobani's power lies in his eyes!

Oz kicks the zombie twice in the shoulder, trying to force him back so he can get down the stairs. The zombie isn't fazed, so Oz just hops over the stair railing instead.

Giles: She has to go for the eyes to defeat him!

Jenny: Hey, duck!

She swings the mace at the zombie's head, knocking it clear off it's shoulders. The zombie loses interest in Giles and goes stumbling after it's head.

Jenny: Eww…

Cut outside. Buffy gets to her hands and knees and scrambles over to the shovel. Behind her Mobani is coming for her again. Buffy turns around with the shovel raised, but the demon flashes its eyes at her again, this time making her freeze. Behind them Oz comes running out of the kitchen door.

Oz: Buffy!

This distracts Ovu Mobani and brings Buffy out of her trance. Mobani flashes its eyes at Oz, making him freeze on the porch. Buffy stands back up and raises the shovel.

Buffy: Hey, Pat!

Ovu Mobani snaps its head around to look at Buffy again, who jams the shovel into the demon's eyes, embedding it in its head. Mobani grabs the shovel handle and tries to pull it out, but can't.

Buffy: Made you look.

In a flash of brilliant white light Ovu Mobani disappears.

Cut to Joyce's bedroom. She is still beating on the zombie. In a flash of light he disappears. Joyce's next swing goes wild, and she stops.

Cut to the living room. The zombie disappears in a flash of light,

Cut outside. Buffy just stares where Mobani was. On the porch Oz shrugs.

Oz: Never mind.

Cut inside. Giles, Jenny and Cordelia come into the living room. Behind them Joyce runs down the stairs, looking for Buffy. She sees her and Oz come in through the kitchen.

Joyce: Honey!

She embraces her daughter tightly. Buffy hugs her mom back.

Joyce: Oh!

They release their embrace. Oz sees Willow come into the living room and goes to her.

Joyce: Are you all right?

Buffy: Yeah.

Joyce: (panting) So, is this a typical day at the office?

Buffy: No. This was nothing.

Willow and Oz hold hands, and then turn to face Buffy. Xander comes into the living room through the kitchen. Cordelia joins them. Joyce looks around at the mess in the house.

Xander: (to Buffy) Nice moves.

Buffy: You, too.

Willow smiles, and goes to hug her best friend. They hold each other close for a long time. Giles looks on from the other side of the room and breathes deeply. Jenny looks up at him, wondering what he's thinking.

Cut to the library the next day after school. Jenny is leaning against the check-out counter, waiting. She pulls a book towards herself and flips through it aimlessly. Giles walks in and she pushes the book away again. He smiles in greeting as he goes to his office to get his things together.

Jenny: You know, I was beginning to worry that you were going to brush me off.

Giles: I'm not that late, am I?

Jenny: (shrugs) Depends on what you call "that late". I've been waiting here for fifteen minutes.

Giles: (sincerely) I didn't realize. I'm sorry.

Jenny: (smiles a bit) Well, seeing as it's your first offence, I'll let it slide. Just don't let it happen again, y'hear?

He nods. They start out of the library.

Jenny: Where were you anyways?

Giles: Oh, I, uh, had a talk with Principal Snyder.

Jenny: About Buffy?

Giles: About Buffy, yes.

Jenny: And…?

Giles: She'll be allowed back in the school.

Jenny: Really!? I don't believe it. How'd you manage to get him to agree to it?

Giles: (not giving anything away) I just reasoned with him, is all.

Jenny: (stares at him a beat) You threatened him, didn't you.

Giles: Well, uh… yes.

Jenny: You threatened the principal?

Giles: Uh-uh, erm…

Jenny: Good. It's about time. The little troll had it coming to him.

Giles: Don't say anything about it to Buffy?

Jenny: My lips are sealed. (beat) Not to you, of course.

He looks at her a beat, then smiles and looks away.

Jenny: Sorry. Couldn't help it.

They exit the school to the parking lot.

Giles: I've been wondering something.

Jenny: Yeah?

Giles: You remember what you were saying last night about a trick your brother played on you?

Jenny: (groans) Ugh, that was awful.

Giles: What happened?

Jenny: (grimaces at the memory) I found my cat dead after it had been lost about a week. It was pretty old. My brother thought it would be a good trick to raise it as a zombie-

Giles: He could do that?

Jenny: He figured out how to by snooping around my grandmother's things. He thought it would be funny to have it chase me around the yard.

Giles looks at her, horrified.

Jenny: He had it chasing me for five full minutes at least until my grandmother came out and hit him with the broom until he stopped.

Giles: That's terrible.

Jenny: (casually) He was still laughing about it when I visited this summer. (they reach her car) So, which movie did you want to see?

Giles: (still freaked out by the cat story) Um, uh… I-I don't know. You decide.

They both get in the car

Jenny: You always complain about the movies I choose.

Giles: But that's half the fun…

They drive away.

The End.