"I'm telling you guys, it was dressed in a black…bodysuit and was wearing a creepy cape. He had a long stick with a sword at the end and killed a bunch of girls, then took these weird beads out of their chests."

Buffy was livid. The Scoobies were grouped together in the Magic Box, and Giles was rubbing the back of his neck and fighting the urge to clean his glasses.

"Well, did you notice anything else specific about him? I mean, we have a lot of mass murderers here in Sunnydale that go around in black and have sharp weapons." He raised an eyebrow.

"No…this one was different. Kind of all gung-ho with the oriental stuff. Like he was right out of some Japanese comic book. He had a katana and everything."

Willow nodded. "Oh, I remember those! They sell them in the mall! Tara and I used to scope them out."

Xander cocked his head. "What kind of comic-y goodness would you and Tara have to check out?"

"Oh, no, not comics. New spell-books in the "New Age" section. Some of those authors actually know what the heck they're talking about."

A witty comment would have ensued, if not for the deafening pounding on the front door. The group inside froze, spellbound as the door was jammed off its hinges and came flying in towards them at speeds excelling mach-5. Buffy reached up and grabbed it before it had a chance to bean Anya over the head.

Dozens of girls came spilling into the store, some clutching blankets over their skin and wailing while others looked around at the displays and discussed spells that could be carried out with the contents within.

Suddenly the mass laid eyes on the Scoobies and collectively gasped. "What's the scoop?" they demanded. "What horrible new demon is stalking the streets of Sunnydale?"

Giles gave them a wary glance. "Well…you all, for one."

"Huh?" one, seemingly human, commented. "We're not demons!"

"Speak for yourself!" a flock of them called from the back. They sported different colored skins and several extra appendages like bat-wings and attractively placed horns.

Xander stood up and addressed them. "OK, I'm all for a mob of random chicks invading Sunnydale, especially some as good looking as most of you," he explained, giving Anya a significant glance to put her at ease and then giving the rather attractive girls a look. "But what are you doing here? What do you want?"

One piped up from the front, a blonde with a belt of stakes strapped around her waist and a saucy red leather outfit on. "We're on our way to L.A. We got off track and ended up in the wrong season here in Sunnydale. Angel's not here, by the by, is he?"

"No…"

"Ah well. Never hurts to ask. C'mon girls! On to Los Angeles!" She turned and pointed to the doorless exit. Some of the others cheered in excitement.

"City of Angels, here we come!"

"Gonna get us some hot brooding booty!"

"I can finally put these tentacles to good use!"

As much as the last comment seriously creeped Buffy and Co. out, Anya couldn't help but open her mouth.

"What on earth do all of you want with Angel?"

The mass turned and gave her the evil eye. "We're his girlfriends!" And they left.