. . .but you know how I am with promises. . . I do not own any of the songs. I just changed them around for my own amusement.

Chapter Three – That Was Quick

"Exactly." Janice nodded and walked into the room. Everyone eventually followed and stared around in wonder. The room was huge and seemed to continue on forever. In every inch there was something brewing or exploding or something magical. The walls were a deep brown colored wood, but ivy was hanging from it.

The floor was dirt and grass and it was littered with scraps of paper and some things that no one wanted to know. At the moment nobody was actually stirring the potions and such and appeared to be doing it themselves.

Running right through was a river of clear blue water that looked perfect to drink. And smack dab in the middle of the room was a red 2005 Ford Mustang GT. Gunn's eyes lit up.

"Man! That is. . ."

"Yeah. Don't touch it." Janice ordered, frowning. She quickly smiled again though. "Welcome to the. . . The Room!"

"The Room?" Wesley raised an eyebrow. Janice turned to him a sighed remorsefully.

"I'm a little stuck on the name at the moment. You like?"

"I actually find it kinda boring." Cordelia crossed her arms and observed the room once more.

"That's a shame. I rather enjoy this room. Well, go ahead. Look around. DON"T touch ANYTHING!" Janice called to her guests before they were out of earshot. Fred and Wesley went straight over to see the books while Angel went to look at the weapons that were in the process of being made.

Cordelia, bored already, went to go see some pretty pink liquid that was in the process of being pumped into some bright sky blue liquid. It was rather pretty. Meanwhile, Gunn made his way to the car. He was peeking into a window and so desperately wanted to sit inside.

"These books are amazing!" Wesley went to open it when his hand was slapped away. Fred shook her head with wide eyes.

"She said not to touch."

"Oh, I know. . ." Wesley grew disappointed. Gunn couldn't stand it anymore and he put his hand on the handle of the drivers seat. Angel saw him and furrowed his brow.

"Gunn! I don't think that's a good idea! Gunn!" Angel began making his way to Gunn as did everyone else and a very upset Janice.

"That's a prototype! Please. . . don't." Janice begged but it was too late and Gunn was inside.

"What does it do!" Angel panicked, fearing for his friend. Janice looked up at him and sighed.

"It's for demons. They sit inside and when they come out they smell attractive to humans. The humans come near and. . . well, you can guess the rest."

"Is it going to hurt him?" Cordelia asked.

"Oh, no, of course not!" Janice laughed and suddenly all grew quiet and little white mice began scampering to form a line on the floor.

"EEP! Mice!" Fred backed away slightly.

"Oh, look they're going to sing for us! I'm surprised one of you went to fast. . ."

"Wait. They sing!" Angel nearly fell over finally realizing they got themselves into more than they could handle. . . again. Music started and they had to admit, it was very catchy. Janice began bob her head along while the rest stared in wonder.

The car started to drive around the room, kicking up dust as the mice sung and danced their song:

Charles Gunn! Charles Gunn!

He's soon to have a spot of fun!

Charles Gunn!

So proud and armed

So strong, foul, and safely charmed

'Lets go!' we cried, 'Time can't be beat

To make him try the drivers seat!

But don't, dear children, be alarmed;

Charles Gunn will not be harmed,

Charles Gunn will not be harmed

Although, of course, we must admit

He will be altered quite a bit.

Slowly, wheels go round and round,

The engine starts to grind and pound;

We let him drive a minute more,

Until we're absolutely sure

Then out he comes! By God! By grace!

A miracle has taken place!

A miracle has taken place!

This happy brute, this joyful tester,

Will find we are quite the jester!

For who could hate or tell me whether

You don't like the smell of new car leather?

The car drove through a dark tunnel that didn't seem to be there before and disappeared. The mice bowed and scampered off again.

"Did those mice just sing!" Cordelia stomped her foot.

"Yup." Janice nodded. There was another pause of silence before Angel spoke.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"Yeah. He'll be fine. You can catch up with him later." Janice waved it off like stuff like that happened everyday. Which, if Angel Investigations had known, stuff like that DID happen everyday at the factory. At that time a big motor boat the color of a granny smith apple came to meet them by the river.

"What is going on!" Cordelia questioned, but got no answer back.

"All aboard! Next stop, the library!" Janice laughed as everyone climbed into the boat.

"The library?" Wesley paused, halfway in, halfway out of the boat.

"Hurry up, get in the boat. I don't want to take half of you there. I'd rather prefer the whole thing thank you." The boat stated up and everyone sat in silence until. . .

"Did those mice sing!"