Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, or 'The Rugrats Movie'.
Meanwhile, back upstairs, the goat chewed on the corner of Giles' newspaper while he sat sleeping in his armchair.
"Wow" said Xander and Anya in unison, spotting the Angel Wagon as they crept into the room.
"What is it?" Willow asked, she and Tara trailing behind them.
"It's Angel!" said Xander.
"On wheels!" added Anya, awestruck.
"W-what do y-you think its f-for?" asked Tara.
"I don't know" said Xander, while Anya climbed into the wagon, examining the controls.
"I bet it could take us to the baby store!" she smiled, spinning the steering wheel.
"Great idea Anya!" Xander grinned. "We could take Dawn to the hopsicle and get Buffy's money back."
"Yeah" Anya agreed, jumping out of the wagon. "It's a money back bearantee." The pair ran into the other room to fetch Dawn.
"Guys" Willow frowned, after they returned with the baby in tow, "I don't think Buffy's gonna be very happy abouts this."
"Well she sure isn't happy now" said Anya, loading Dawn into the wagon while Xander loaded the diaper bag, before both climbing in themselves. "Just watch, once Dawn goes back to the baby store, Buffy will be happy again."
"I'm n-not so s-sure about this" said Tara, uncertain. If you were allowed to take babies back to the store, Tara thought that her daddy probably would have taken her back a long time ago. At that moment, Buffy came back upstairs, still looking at her new watch. She frowned when she saw what was going on.
"What're you doing?" she yelled.
"Uh, we were, well Anya was.." Xander stammered. Anya rolled her eyes. Boys really were useless sometimes.
"We're taking Dawn back to the hopsicle Buffy, we're gonna get your moneys back" she explained.
"What? You can't do that!" Buffy cried. "My Mommy and Daddy wanna keep her!"
"See, see, I told ya!" said Willow. Xander ignored her.
"Why?" he asked. "All she does is cry and poop."
"So do you!" said Buffy.
"I don't cry that much!" Xander argued.
"Well, you poop an awful lot!"
"Look who's talking, Lil' Miss Chocolate pants!"
"I am not a poopie monster!" Buffy cried.
Nearby in the lounge room, Cordelia sat watching her current favourite TV show, Shirley Lock Holmes.
"More Shirley Lock Holmes: Girl Detective, right after these messages." Cordy groaned in annoyance as she heard the younger children arguing in the next room and marched over, clutching Harmony in one hand.
"Hey babies, knock it off, me and Harmony are trying to watch TV!" she yelled. Then, the doll caught little Dawn's eye, and she attempted to snatch it out of her cousin's hand. "Hey, hands of the merchandise Pinky!" a small tug of war erupted over Harmony, but with one extra strong pull, Dawn won, causing Cordelia to lose her grip and tumble into the crate that the kids had been playing in earlier. Tara climbed into the wagon to check that the baby was okay, because as annoying as she was sometimes, she was still a baby. She was also, in Tara's opinion, far less annoying than her baby cousin Bethie. Cordelia growled menacingly as she got out of the crate, and took a threatening step towards Dawn. Buffy stepped between them.
"Be nice Cordy. She didn't mean it." This comment only served to make Cordelia even more mad.
"You wanna ride in a wagon?" she growled, grabbing Buffy by the collar and tossing her in with the others. "I'll give you a ride, to outside space!" Cordy kicked the wagon, causing her to yelp as she stubbed her toe.
"We now return to Shirley Lock Holmes: Girl Detective."
"My show!" Cordelia cried, sprinting back into the lounge room. "Next commercial, you babies are in big trouble!"
"All aboard!" Anya called, as, thanks to Cordy's kick, the Angel Wagon was now rolling towards the open front door. Willow, the only Scooby not on-board, turned away from the wagon and blocked her ears.
"Walk away Willow, just walk away.." she said to herself.
"Willow!" Tara cried in panic, reaching a hand out to her. Willow shuddered and shook her head. She couldn't leave Tara alone on an adventure as scary as this one.
"Wait for me!" she cried, running after them and grabbing hold of Tara's outstretched hand so her friend could help her into the wagon as it rolled off down the street.
"Which way to the hopsicle?" asked Xander, taking hold of the steering wheel.
"We're not going to the hopsicle!" Buffy cried angrily.
"Well, we're going somewheres!" yelled Willow, clinging to Tara.
