Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, or Rugrats.
Elsewhere in Paris, Oz and Bayarmaa were spending time enjoying the city together as only a pair of loved up dogs could. They roamed the streets for a while, until eventually, Bayarmaa led Oz into an alley behind a restaurant whose chef had always been kind to her in the past. He didn't disappoint her now, smiling in greeting when he saw the dogs, and gesturing for them to sit at a barrel as a makeshift table, then offering them a slice of extra cheesy pizza. Oz shyly nudged it towards Bayarmaa with his nose. Bayarma took a small bite before pushing it back towards Oz. They both began to eat, but unfortunately the cheese was too gooey and sticky, causing the two dogs to end up with their heads stuck together, and all efforts to detach themselves proved fruitless.
A little while later, as Oz and Bayarmaa sat by the river watching boats float by, they made one last attempt to unstick each other. Unfortunately, they remained joined by a blob of cheese.
Meanwhile, all the Scoobies and their parents had headed to the AngelLand Theatre, and were waiting patiently for Glory to arrive with their tickets to the show.
"The show's gonna start!" cried Anya, wriggling impatiently. "Who gots the cookies?"
"Right here!" Xander grinned as he produced a blob of Ooey-Gooey World goo from his diaper, with the cookies stuck in it.
"Yum!" Anya giggled, taking one and nibbling on it.
"Yeah, tasty" Xander agreed, pulling one out for himself.
"It l-looks like a booger" said Tara, nose wrinkling in mild disgust. She then turned her attention to Willow, who was gazing longingly at the statue of the Slayer just outside the theater. She opened her mouth to speak to her, when Glory finally arrived, with Jinx, and Sheila carrying a squirming Faith in tow.
"Bonjour, bonjour!" she greeted everyone, a sickly sweet smile plastered on her face. "Allow me to show you to your seats.." Before she could do so, Ira interrupted her.
"Thank you for the inhaler, Glory" he smiled, taking her hand and kissing it. "Now whenever I wheeze, I'll think of you."
"Aww, who said Americans aren't romantic?" said Glory, batting her eyelashes. Sheila rolled her eyes at this, but Glory ignored her and turned to Willow. "And how is Glory's favourite little girl today?" Willow squeaked and hid behind her Father's leg, one hand clutching Miss Kitty tightly while the other hand instinctively reached for Tara's. Glory frowned. She knew shed never really get anywhere with Ira until she won over his little brat, or at least make it look like she had. The problem facing her now was how the hell she was going to do that.
Meanwhile, as he and Anya continued to munch their goo-coated cookies, Xander rubbed his stomach, groaning.
"This goo is making my tummy all bubbly." As if in answer to his complaint, Xander broke wind, and a green bubble floated out the back of his pants.
"Wow!" said Buffy, amazed at the spectacle, while baby Dawn clapped and giggled.
"I thoughts you could only do that in the bathtub!" said Anya in awe.
Cordelia rushed up to Glory and Jinx, who were now leading the group.
"Hi, Mr. Willow's Dad's girlfriend!" she grinned. "How's my float coming along?"
"Excellent" said Glory sarcastically. "We're just waiting on the matching ponies."
"Great" said Cordy, giggling nervously. "And, um.. I still get the float if Mr. Willow's Dad marries a Slayer instead of you, right?"
"What?" Glory growled, then, not wanting to scare the child as she was her only source of information, tried to calm herself down. "Why do you wanna know that, Sweetie?" she asked, forcing a smile.
"Well, the Rosenberg kid is planning on getting the Slayer for a Mom. And let's face it lady" Cordy smirked before skipping back to her parents, "You're no Slayer."
"Not a Slayer, huh?" Glory scowled. Then, an evil grin spread over her face as her mind formed a devious plan. She knew now how to win over the little red-haired brat. "Well, ifthe stylish yet affordable boots fit, wear 'em."