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"I liked that part too" said Tara, smiling. "But even though Willow was happy, the Sunny Lands, under Wilkins' rule, had become a very sad place. The sun no longer shone, no plants could grow, and all the animals had either died or moved away.."

In Wilkins' cave, the self-appointed King sat resting, while poor Wesley had been trapped inside an animal's rib-cage, his freedom cruelly taken away. The Watcher sang sadly.

Wesley: Nobody knows the trouble I've seen,

Nobody knows my sorrow..

"Oh really Wesley, lighten up" said Wilkins. "Sing something with a little bounce in it." Wesley paused, thinking for a moment.

It's a small world after all..

"No!" Wilkins snapped. "Anything but that!" Wesley sighed, knowing only one song that could placate the 'King'.

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts,

There they are all standing in a row.

Wilkins smiled, joining in.

Wesley & Wilkins: Big ones, small ones,

Some as big as your head..

"I never would have had to do this for Giles.." Wesley mummbled.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" Wilkins roared.

"Nothing" said Wesley quickly.

"You know the law. Never mention that name in my presence. I am King!"

"Of course sire, you are King" said Wesley, shrinking back in his cage. "I was only comparing your royal managerial approaches.." Wesley was saved from having to say any more when Darla, Drusilla, and Spike entered the cave.

"Hi, King Wilkie!" Dru giggled.

"Oh, what is it this time?" said Wilkins, rolling his eyes.

"We've got a bone to pick with you!" Darla frowned. "There's no food, no water.."

"Yeah!" Spike yelled. "It's dinner time and we haven't even got a bloody entree!"

"It's the women's job to hunt" said Wilkins disinterestedly.

"But they won't hunt" Dru pouted.

"Oh, eat Wesley then" Wilkins suggested dryly.

"You wouldn't want me!" said Wesley quickly, panicking. "My blood's too British. It tastes like weak tea and, uh.. old books. Terrible. It could never be considered appetising in any way, shape, or form. In fact, it would probably make you all sick, and we wouldn't want that, so I guess you really should just go and.."

"Nonsense, Wesley" said Wilkins, smirking evilly, eyes shining with amusement at the Watcher's distress. "All your bllod needs is a little garnish, then I'm sure it will be absolutely delectable. While the 'King' appeared to be distracted with mentally torturing poor old Wesley, Spike pulled his two fellow vamps over to him. He bent close to their ears, trying to speak quietly so as not to let Wilkins hear what he was saying.

"Bloody hell, girls!" he whispered. "And we thought things were bad under Giles.."

"WHAT?" Wilkins roared. It seemed, apparently, that the man had developed hypersensitive hearing regarding the uttering of his dearly departed brother's name.

"Uh.. piles, boss, I said piles!" said Spike quickly. "Got really nasty piles at the moment. Bloody painful they are." Wilkins eyes narrowed, but he chose to let it go. As much as he'd like to think he was powerful on his own, he knew he needed the power, and threat, of the vampires behind him if he wanted to keep his firm grip on the throne.

"Alright then. Now go!" he growled.

"But Wilkie, we're still hungry!" Dru wailed.

"I said go!" Wilkins snapped.

"Poor Wesley" said Sophie sadly, lacking the giggles that had accompanied this statement last time she'd said it.