A/N: I'm high, it's funny! You better read! J
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it!
It was a normal night in Sunnydale, as normal as the Hellmouth could be. Vampires killing, demons torturing, Buffy Summers singing…
"Somewhere over the Hellmouth, Heaven lies. There I was, when I died, till that bitch Willow brought me back, I hope she has a heart attack…and goes to Hell. Somewhere, over the Hellmouth, Heaven liiies…oh yes, I went there when I died, till my friends used a spell, and brought me back to this damn Hell…"Oh, shut up, Buffy. Other people have problems too.
Buffy glares, but shuts up. This being the Hellmouth, a demon in a purple Glinda look-a-like costume showed up and sent Buffy Summers, Spike, Dawn Summers, and Anya Emerson to the Land of Oz. No, Oz is not involved. In fact, Buffy is in a wooden house, rapidly falling downwards. The house landed with a thud. Buffy ran out of the house, trying to be "brave"(stupid!) Buffy stepped back and saw mini Hell demons dancing around and around. "Hey! You're demons! I should kill you!" Buffy declared stupidly."Ding dong, the bitch is dead, the stupid bitch is deaad…" the demons sang, rolling their eyes.
"Huh?"
"Do we know? We just say this stupid stuff. We don't question the script."
"I see..." Buffy pulled a script out of her pair of jeans, skimmed it, and folded it back up, placing it in the pocket of her jeans. "It says here that the Good Vampire Angel will show up at this part."
And indeed, the great poof Angel did float down, the lime green wires contrasting with his pink dress.
"I'm a genie in a bottle…""No, Angel, you're not," Buffy said impatiently.
"No, you stupid ditz, that's from my idol—Christina Aguilera!"
"Whatever happened to your idol being Martha Stewart?"
Angel flushed. "Well…"
The Hell Demons coughed politely, and checked their fake-Rolexes. "Uh, guys?" one demon said. "Do you mind going by the script? We have a gig for the seven dwarfs stunt doubles in twenty minutes, and they don't make flying bunnies like they used to."
Oh yeah. (Giggle)
Angel frowned. "You have killed the stupid vampire of the east, Darla. For a reward, you may get her ruby…stilettos? Wasn't it slippers?"
Indeed, ruby stilettos appeared on Buffy's feet—instead of her stinky, muddy sneakers. "Angel, I cant walk in these."
"Learn damnit. I keep tripping on this skirt, and yet here I am."
"Ugh, fine," Buffy staggered forward. "By the way, who do I see if I want to go back to Heaven?"
"A local serial killer? Harry Potter? Do I know?" Angel paused, considered. "I know! The Wizard of Oz!"
"The Wizard of who?" Buffy asked.
"Oh, just lay off it. Follow the bloody road!"
The retarded people of Mini Hell Demon land burst into a song, ending in a terribly sung solo from Angel. Everyone winced at the sound of his lack of talent. So Buffy and Mr. Pointy began their fearsome journey along the bloody road.
