Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, or Rugrats.

"For better.."

"Or worse, next!" Glory snapped, becoming increasingly frustrated with the Minister taking his time.

"For richer.."

"Or poorer!

"In sickness.."

"And in health!" Glory yelled, snatching the Minister's Bible and throwing it to the ground. "Do we really have to repeat everything?"

"Oh Lord, I skipped a section!" cried the Minister as he retrieved his Bible, flipping through the pages in panic.

"Hurry, Tara!" Buffy yelled, as they desperately rushed towards the church.

"I'm g-going as f-fast as I can" Tara panted, "But my feets is t-tired, and you guys are getting k-kinda heavy."

"Hey, look what I found!" said Xander happily, opening a hatch in the wall.

"Papey clips and rubber bands!" Anya grinned. They both reached in and pulled, breaking the rubber bands, and Angel's head, with the Scoobies inside it, flew off of his body and through the air, making the kids scream.

Meanwhile Sheila, who was still riding towards the Church, gasped as the giant head of Angel flew over her head, and Oz and Bayarmaa, who happened to be nearby, looked up at it, surprised. The head landed on a thankfully empty car just outside Notre Dame, and miraculously, none of the Scoobies were hurt. Dawn pressed a button that made a slide extend down from Angel's ear to the outside world. Willow slid down it first, followed by Tara, Buffy, Xander, Anya, Cordy, and Faith, holding Dawn.

"I'm coming, Daddy!" Willow cried, pulling off her gloves and running towards the Church.

"Go Willow, go!" cried Buffy.

"Hurry!" Faith added.

"You can do it, Willow!" Anya cheered. Willow reached the door and prepared to push it open, but gasped and backed away a few steps as she imagined the vamps-head doorknobs to be growling at her.

"If anyone objects to this union, speak now, or forever hold your peace" said the Minister.

Glory grinned evilly.

Ira gulped.

"I gots to be brave" Willow told herself, reaching out towards the doorknob. "I gots to be brave.." Willow hesitated, until she felt Tara's hands join hers on the knob. They smiled at each other, and pulled.

Just as the Minister was about to declare Ira and Glory husband and wife, the doors of Notre Dame swung open.

"Noooooooooooooooooooo!" Willow screamed, running down the aisle towards her Father.

"Willow?" cried Ira, surprised.

"Noooooooooooooooo!" Willow continued to scream.

"She said her first word!" said Ira in awe. "She's talking!" Ira ran up the aisle to meet his daughter, scooping the sobbing girl into his arms. "It's okay, Willow" he whispered comfortingly. "It's okay, Daddy's here.."

"And so is her new Mommy" Glory chuckled somewhat nervously, approaching the pair and holding her arms out towards Willow. "Aww, come here little girl.."

"No, no, no, no, no!" Willow yelled in protest. It was at this moment that Jinx, clothes soaked and torn to shreds, entered the Church, and Glory's plan completely fell apart.

"Madame!" he sobbed, "Our kidnapping plot has failed!" The adults gasped in horror.

"Ignore that unemployed fool!" yelled Glory desperately.

"Glorificus, the wedding is off!" Ira growled, still hugging Willow protectively against his chest. "You are not the woman I thought you were!" Glory scowled, until a group of shadows cast over her, and she turned to see Cordelia, Buffy, Faith, Anya, Xander, Tara, Sheila who now held Dawn, and even Oz and Bayarmaa, all glaring at her.

"Hey lady, looks like your plan to trick Mister Wilkins didn't turn out so well afterall" Cordy smirked.

"Pretty flower girls should be seen and not heard" Glory snapped, before gasping as, from a seat at the back of the Church, Mr Wilkins himself stood up.

"I'd like to hear what the little one here has to say" he said.

"Okay," said Cordy, turning to him, "But you better listen good, 'cause I'm tired of telling this story. That Glory lady told her boss that she had a kid's heart in a jar, and she was gonna marry Mr Willow's Dad just so she could be President!" Once again, everyone gasped.

"Listen, you little traitor.." Glory growled.

"That's enough, Glorificus" said Wilkins coldly.

"Wilkins!" yelled Glory desperately, "Surely you cant believe the word of a bratty little.."

"I said enough" Wilkins frowned, turning and heading for the exit. "You are dismissed."

"Dismissed?" cried Glory in shock. "No! No one fires Madame Glorificus, Madame Glorificus fires others! Your stupid little theme park would be nothing without me, I am EuroAngel!" She moved to follow Wilkins, but something was holding her back, and she turned to see the Scoobies, minus Willow and Cordy, standing on the train of her dress. "Get off the gown" she growled, eyes narrowed. The Scoobies refused to move. "Get off, you little rats!" She jerked the train of the dress, making all the Scoobies fall over. Their parents gasped and ran to their aid, and Jenny ran to help Tara.

"Hey lady!" yelled Cordy angrily, stomping on Glory's dress as she stormed off, "Nobody messes with my dumb Scoobies 'cept me!" The dress tore, revealing Glory's undergarments to the assembled guests.

"I see London, I see France, I see Glory's underpants" chanted Jinx, giggling.

"Well, take a picture! This is the last time you'll see Madame Glorificus, or her underpants!" Glory yelled, turning and covering her buttocks with her hands as she backed out of the Church.. and right into the gaggle of photographers who instantly began snapping away. She gave one last horrible screech of despair, then ran. Jinx had still been laughing with the rest, until Oz growled, seizing his leg.

"No, bad dog, bad dog!" the demon yelled. He wrenched his leg from Oz's jaws and bolted from the Church. "Wait for me, Your Gloriousness! I'm sorry about the underpants joke, really!"

"Good boy, Oz" Hank grinned, stroking the dog's head, while Bayarmaa ran over and licked her new mate's face.

"Looks like Oz has found himself a special little friend there" Jessica chuckled, holding Xander. Sheila handed baby Dawn back to Joyce and made her way over to Ira and Willow, Faith at her feet.

"Willow" Sheila whispered kindly to the little girl, holding out Miss Kitty, " I think I have something that belongs to you." Willow squealed in joy, taking her toy and hugging it to her chest.

"Thank you, Sheila" Ira smiled.

"Ira, I am so sorry," Sheila said sadly, "I wanted to tell you about Glorificus, but…"

"No, no, Sheila. It's my fault" said Ira, "I guess I got caught up in the romance of Paris." He looked down at Willow, sighing. "I'm sorry, baby girl."

"'Oh how my heart beats wild.." Sheila recited, smiling.

"'Each time I hold my precious child" Ira finished, knowing the poem by heart. "Wait.. You know that poem?"

"Oh, it is my favorite" said Sheila, blushing. As the two currently single parents smiled at each other, their respective daughters did the same, giggling.