TITLE: Pass The Green Beer
AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@aol.com)
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: It's what I live for!! Well, that and chocolate ice cream. :-)
DISTRIBUTION: Spike Girls, Mummies Kittens, OzMIA. Anyone else, just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: I have no idea what the girl next to me at the Comedy Club was smoking, but this came to me during the show.
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Willow Rosenberg's head hit the desk. "Giles, I can't find them anywhere."
Rupert Giles sighed. And I thought St. Patrick's Day was supposed to be fun, he thought. "I'm positive that I put the books on Agamemnon right on that desk not less then half an hour ago. Are you sure you looked everywhere?"
"Yes. Everywhere. Twice. Not here. Must sleep."
Giles groaned. Buffy needed those books. With the threat of crazed Greek demons about to run into the town to plunder and pillage, those books were there only thing that held the spells that could rid Sunnydale of them.
The library doors opened and a tall, lanky figure walked in. Oz waved at Giles, then made his way to his girl. "Say Will, have you seen my guitar strings?"
Will raised her head slightly. "No Oz. I haven't seen your strings." Her head dropped, then raised itself slowly again. "Have you seen my laptop?"
"Isn't it in your backpack," a voice called from Giles' office. Xander Harris' head poked out a second later.
A response of "No" came muffled through Willow's pink sweater.
"Oh well. Giles, I'm gonna go grab some food. I mean look at the time. It's almost... Wait a minute. Where's my watch?" Xander frantically searched every pocket and both arms.
Oz sat down slowly. "Okay, is anyone else seeing a pattern here?"
The library doors went crashing open. A panicked Buffy came flying at Giles, Cordelia in tow. "Ah! Giles! My book report! I can't find my book report! Please tell me it's in here!"
"Yeah, and my Gucci bag. My father got that in France."
Suddenly the library was full of the voices of teenagers looking for their treasured possessions.
"Hold it!" Giles screamed.
The voices stopped. All faces held that rabbit-caught-in-a-headlight look.
"I think I know what's going on. Everyone stay here. I'll be right back." Giles set off to the back of the stacks. As he turned the corner, he heard a scraping sound. Like something large was being dragged across the floor. Giles followed the sound. Soon it started to form voices. He turned one last corner.
"Ah ha! I knew it!" he screamed. He pointed accusingly at the crowd of six little men. "Leprechauns on St. Patrick's Day. I should have known this would happen on a Hellmouth. Now look," he said as he kneeled down to their level, "I really need those things back."
"No!" the little Irishmen screamed.
"I'll give you some Soda Bread."
"No!"
"A pot of gold?"
"No!"
Giles paused. "I'll buy you all the green beer you could possibly drink."
"Nnnnoookay."
"Is that a yes?"
The Leprechauns shook their heads enthusiastically. Giles smiled as her gathered the stolen good.
"Here we go everyone. Willow, your laptop. Oz, your strings. Xander, your watch. It's an hour off. Cordelia, your bag. Nice color by the way. And Buffy, your book report. However I don't think Miss Fay will accept a report on "Where The Wild Things Are" as a serious in-depth report."
Everyone happily took there belongings and went back about their daily lives, leaving Giles alone in the library. Willow was the last to leave. And she could have almost swore she heard Giles call out "Does anyone know where the nearest bar is?"
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I'll put down the crack pipe now. :-)
AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@aol.com)
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: It's what I live for!! Well, that and chocolate ice cream. :-)
DISTRIBUTION: Spike Girls, Mummies Kittens, OzMIA. Anyone else, just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: I have no idea what the girl next to me at the Comedy Club was smoking, but this came to me during the show.
________________________________________________________________________
Willow Rosenberg's head hit the desk. "Giles, I can't find them anywhere."
Rupert Giles sighed. And I thought St. Patrick's Day was supposed to be fun, he thought. "I'm positive that I put the books on Agamemnon right on that desk not less then half an hour ago. Are you sure you looked everywhere?"
"Yes. Everywhere. Twice. Not here. Must sleep."
Giles groaned. Buffy needed those books. With the threat of crazed Greek demons about to run into the town to plunder and pillage, those books were there only thing that held the spells that could rid Sunnydale of them.
The library doors opened and a tall, lanky figure walked in. Oz waved at Giles, then made his way to his girl. "Say Will, have you seen my guitar strings?"
Will raised her head slightly. "No Oz. I haven't seen your strings." Her head dropped, then raised itself slowly again. "Have you seen my laptop?"
"Isn't it in your backpack," a voice called from Giles' office. Xander Harris' head poked out a second later.
A response of "No" came muffled through Willow's pink sweater.
"Oh well. Giles, I'm gonna go grab some food. I mean look at the time. It's almost... Wait a minute. Where's my watch?" Xander frantically searched every pocket and both arms.
Oz sat down slowly. "Okay, is anyone else seeing a pattern here?"
The library doors went crashing open. A panicked Buffy came flying at Giles, Cordelia in tow. "Ah! Giles! My book report! I can't find my book report! Please tell me it's in here!"
"Yeah, and my Gucci bag. My father got that in France."
Suddenly the library was full of the voices of teenagers looking for their treasured possessions.
"Hold it!" Giles screamed.
The voices stopped. All faces held that rabbit-caught-in-a-headlight look.
"I think I know what's going on. Everyone stay here. I'll be right back." Giles set off to the back of the stacks. As he turned the corner, he heard a scraping sound. Like something large was being dragged across the floor. Giles followed the sound. Soon it started to form voices. He turned one last corner.
"Ah ha! I knew it!" he screamed. He pointed accusingly at the crowd of six little men. "Leprechauns on St. Patrick's Day. I should have known this would happen on a Hellmouth. Now look," he said as he kneeled down to their level, "I really need those things back."
"No!" the little Irishmen screamed.
"I'll give you some Soda Bread."
"No!"
"A pot of gold?"
"No!"
Giles paused. "I'll buy you all the green beer you could possibly drink."
"Nnnnoookay."
"Is that a yes?"
The Leprechauns shook their heads enthusiastically. Giles smiled as her gathered the stolen good.
"Here we go everyone. Willow, your laptop. Oz, your strings. Xander, your watch. It's an hour off. Cordelia, your bag. Nice color by the way. And Buffy, your book report. However I don't think Miss Fay will accept a report on "Where The Wild Things Are" as a serious in-depth report."
Everyone happily took there belongings and went back about their daily lives, leaving Giles alone in the library. Willow was the last to leave. And she could have almost swore she heard Giles call out "Does anyone know where the nearest bar is?"
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I'll put down the crack pipe now. :-)