OPh look, it's another chapter!
5. All goes to plan. Except for some things.
After a lot of problems revolving the car, and how to drive, Anya, Xander and Otto reached the Magic Shop, and went in using
Spike's blanket.
"Ah, there you are. Come in." Giles just finished helping a customer, and went over to greet them.
"Yeah, but we had a little help from Spike. He lent us his car, to drive Otto here." Xander said.
"What? He was actually helpful? Quite a surprise." He turned to the vampire. "Otto, there have been some recent developments,
and we need you to take pictures of Mr. Ridcully, the Archchancellor."
"Oh, zat is alright. I already have some, from zer interview." He gave Giles some small pictures.
"These are good, but we need them bigger, like a piece of paper." Giles said, examining the pictures."
"Bigger? I zo not know if zer imps can do zat."
"Imps? What do you mean?" Xander asked.
Otto took his camera, and opened it. Inside was a tiny green creature, with an easle and some paint. He blinked, with all the
light coming in. "Zis is a imp. He paints the picture. Very easy." Otto explained.
Giles looked closer. "Fascinating. So these little creatures paint everything you point your camera at?"
"Yes, zat is right."
"Why don't you ask him if he can paint the picture a bit bigger." Xander suggested.
"Good idea. Excuse me, Stenkh. Vould you come here vun minute?"
"What's it this time?" The imp replied, taking out a tiny pipe and began smoking it.
"Vell, I vus wondering if you could paint zer picture a bit bigger." Otto asked.
"Depends. It takes more time, and I'll need a bigger box. And the object will have to sit still the whole time."
"That won't be a problem, Mr Stenkh, we just want you to paint this picture." Giles showed the imp the picure of Ridcully.
"Only a little bit bigger."
"How d'you want it?" The imp said, looking at the picture.
"About this big." Giles held up a piece of paper.
"About a foot by half a foot." The imp nodded. "Should be doable. Know what, give me some more paint, a bigger box and some
time, and I'll have your picture ready in no time. D'you want just one?"
"Why don't you make five to begin with, and we'll see how they turn out." Giles suggested.
Otto and the imp went to find a bigger box and some paint. Otto returned and was quite happy to announce that the imp had
started painting.
At Buffy's house.
"Mister Ridcully, have you registered yourself as a candidate?" Joyce asked the Archchancellor.
"Register? What for? I just tell the people to vote for me and that's it." Ridcully answered.
"But if you don't register it's against the law to run for mayor."
"It is? Even for wizards? Then I'd better register soon. Where do you do this?"
"As far as I know, at townhall, but..."
"Then let's go. Wizards, you stay here, I'll go and register." Ridcully stood up and walked outside. Joyce decided to go
with him, in case he might cause trouble.
The wizards and Dawn sat in an awkward silence. She stood up. "Uhm, I'll have to do my homework, it's math and complicated.
You three, just don't break things, okay?"
"Good. And remember little girl, we're wizards, so if you have any questions about this math, come and ask us." The Dean
said, smiling.
"Uh, sure." Dawn, inwardly vowing not to ask anything, went upstairs.
At the school.
"I think I'm gonna need Penkelman Pocus Pusher, to get the magic balled together. When I'm done, a black hole'll appear, and
then we need to do your spell. Are you ready?" Ponder asked. Tara and Willow nodded. Ponder took a piece of parchment, and
began reading some words the two wiccans couldn't understand. But they felt the magic, all around them, heading for Ponder.
The parchment began to glow bright blue, and Ponder stopped talking and smiled. "Right ladies, your turn."
"In the name of the Goddess, grant us our plead." Willow said.
"Make this magic a portal, for the place we want to head." Tara continued.
"The Unseen University of Ankh-Morpork is our destination."
"A center of manipulation."
"On the Discworld is lies, travelling through space."
"We almost forget to mention, it's a really weird place." Both Tara and Willow threw some glittery powder on the blue
parchment, and it crumbled to ash. The pieces began to swirl, and formed a black hole in the ground.
"We did it!" Willow screamed and examined the hole.
"How do we know it heads to the Discworld?" Ponder asked.
"You can go and test. You are from the Discworld, so you should know." Tara suggested.
"I'll just have a little peek then." Ponder took his hat off, and sat on the floor. He took a deep breath, and put his
head in the hole. He popped out pretty soon, and gave a thumbs up sign. "It's definitely our University. We're the only ones
with a orang-utan for a librarian." Ponder said, putting his hat back on.
"Let's call Giles, to tell him the good news." Willow said and the trio went to look for a pay-phone.
At the magic shop.
"You know, these posters look pretty good. Just like the real thing." Xander was looking at one of Ricully's campaign
poster.
"Giles, we're not really letting Ridcully run for mayor, are we?" Buffy asked.
"Of course not! We'll let him lure Reg to the black hole, and push him through. After that, the wizards and Otto will go
through as well, and life can get back to normal." Giles explained.
"So we're not getting a new mayor?" Anya asked.
"Not if everything is going to plan." Giles answered.
"Good. Then Xander can run for mayor."
"What?!" Xander cried out. "No WAY I'm running for mayor in THIS place. Anya, you have got to be kidding."
"Leave the argument for later, would you?" Buffy glared at the duo. They stopped.
Townhall.
Ridcully and Joyce were having some trouble registering.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you have to be an American to run for mayor."
"The zombie wasn't an American! Reg isn't from here!" Ridcully yelled to the secretary.
"Mr. Shoe is not a zombie, sir, and unless you can prove you're an American, you can not run for mayor. Now could you please
leave?"
Joyce took Ridcully outside, he was still muttering, when he sat down on a bench outside.
"Tell me, how does one become an American?" He asked.
"There are several ways, but most of them take a long time, so most foreigners marry an American to get the nationality."
Joyce said.
Ridcully thought for a while. "Jolly good. We'll do that."
"Do what?"
"Marry. You're an American, right?"
Joyce didn't know what to say...
Ye gods! It's an actual cliffhanger! *snif* I'm so proud of myself.
5. All goes to plan. Except for some things.
After a lot of problems revolving the car, and how to drive, Anya, Xander and Otto reached the Magic Shop, and went in using
Spike's blanket.
"Ah, there you are. Come in." Giles just finished helping a customer, and went over to greet them.
"Yeah, but we had a little help from Spike. He lent us his car, to drive Otto here." Xander said.
"What? He was actually helpful? Quite a surprise." He turned to the vampire. "Otto, there have been some recent developments,
and we need you to take pictures of Mr. Ridcully, the Archchancellor."
"Oh, zat is alright. I already have some, from zer interview." He gave Giles some small pictures.
"These are good, but we need them bigger, like a piece of paper." Giles said, examining the pictures."
"Bigger? I zo not know if zer imps can do zat."
"Imps? What do you mean?" Xander asked.
Otto took his camera, and opened it. Inside was a tiny green creature, with an easle and some paint. He blinked, with all the
light coming in. "Zis is a imp. He paints the picture. Very easy." Otto explained.
Giles looked closer. "Fascinating. So these little creatures paint everything you point your camera at?"
"Yes, zat is right."
"Why don't you ask him if he can paint the picture a bit bigger." Xander suggested.
"Good idea. Excuse me, Stenkh. Vould you come here vun minute?"
"What's it this time?" The imp replied, taking out a tiny pipe and began smoking it.
"Vell, I vus wondering if you could paint zer picture a bit bigger." Otto asked.
"Depends. It takes more time, and I'll need a bigger box. And the object will have to sit still the whole time."
"That won't be a problem, Mr Stenkh, we just want you to paint this picture." Giles showed the imp the picure of Ridcully.
"Only a little bit bigger."
"How d'you want it?" The imp said, looking at the picture.
"About this big." Giles held up a piece of paper.
"About a foot by half a foot." The imp nodded. "Should be doable. Know what, give me some more paint, a bigger box and some
time, and I'll have your picture ready in no time. D'you want just one?"
"Why don't you make five to begin with, and we'll see how they turn out." Giles suggested.
Otto and the imp went to find a bigger box and some paint. Otto returned and was quite happy to announce that the imp had
started painting.
At Buffy's house.
"Mister Ridcully, have you registered yourself as a candidate?" Joyce asked the Archchancellor.
"Register? What for? I just tell the people to vote for me and that's it." Ridcully answered.
"But if you don't register it's against the law to run for mayor."
"It is? Even for wizards? Then I'd better register soon. Where do you do this?"
"As far as I know, at townhall, but..."
"Then let's go. Wizards, you stay here, I'll go and register." Ridcully stood up and walked outside. Joyce decided to go
with him, in case he might cause trouble.
The wizards and Dawn sat in an awkward silence. She stood up. "Uhm, I'll have to do my homework, it's math and complicated.
You three, just don't break things, okay?"
"Good. And remember little girl, we're wizards, so if you have any questions about this math, come and ask us." The Dean
said, smiling.
"Uh, sure." Dawn, inwardly vowing not to ask anything, went upstairs.
At the school.
"I think I'm gonna need Penkelman Pocus Pusher, to get the magic balled together. When I'm done, a black hole'll appear, and
then we need to do your spell. Are you ready?" Ponder asked. Tara and Willow nodded. Ponder took a piece of parchment, and
began reading some words the two wiccans couldn't understand. But they felt the magic, all around them, heading for Ponder.
The parchment began to glow bright blue, and Ponder stopped talking and smiled. "Right ladies, your turn."
"In the name of the Goddess, grant us our plead." Willow said.
"Make this magic a portal, for the place we want to head." Tara continued.
"The Unseen University of Ankh-Morpork is our destination."
"A center of manipulation."
"On the Discworld is lies, travelling through space."
"We almost forget to mention, it's a really weird place." Both Tara and Willow threw some glittery powder on the blue
parchment, and it crumbled to ash. The pieces began to swirl, and formed a black hole in the ground.
"We did it!" Willow screamed and examined the hole.
"How do we know it heads to the Discworld?" Ponder asked.
"You can go and test. You are from the Discworld, so you should know." Tara suggested.
"I'll just have a little peek then." Ponder took his hat off, and sat on the floor. He took a deep breath, and put his
head in the hole. He popped out pretty soon, and gave a thumbs up sign. "It's definitely our University. We're the only ones
with a orang-utan for a librarian." Ponder said, putting his hat back on.
"Let's call Giles, to tell him the good news." Willow said and the trio went to look for a pay-phone.
At the magic shop.
"You know, these posters look pretty good. Just like the real thing." Xander was looking at one of Ricully's campaign
poster.
"Giles, we're not really letting Ridcully run for mayor, are we?" Buffy asked.
"Of course not! We'll let him lure Reg to the black hole, and push him through. After that, the wizards and Otto will go
through as well, and life can get back to normal." Giles explained.
"So we're not getting a new mayor?" Anya asked.
"Not if everything is going to plan." Giles answered.
"Good. Then Xander can run for mayor."
"What?!" Xander cried out. "No WAY I'm running for mayor in THIS place. Anya, you have got to be kidding."
"Leave the argument for later, would you?" Buffy glared at the duo. They stopped.
Townhall.
Ridcully and Joyce were having some trouble registering.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you have to be an American to run for mayor."
"The zombie wasn't an American! Reg isn't from here!" Ridcully yelled to the secretary.
"Mr. Shoe is not a zombie, sir, and unless you can prove you're an American, you can not run for mayor. Now could you please
leave?"
Joyce took Ridcully outside, he was still muttering, when he sat down on a bench outside.
"Tell me, how does one become an American?" He asked.
"There are several ways, but most of them take a long time, so most foreigners marry an American to get the nationality."
Joyce said.
Ridcully thought for a while. "Jolly good. We'll do that."
"Do what?"
"Marry. You're an American, right?"
Joyce didn't know what to say...
Ye gods! It's an actual cliffhanger! *snif* I'm so proud of myself.
