CH 25: Woody from Toy Story
It's The Uniform
Ok, ok, not panicking, NOT panicking!
There were no guns left. At least no army guns. Frantically he dug around the bottom of the bin trying to find something useable for someone his size. (Fairy wings were a NO-NO!)
Hmm, black belt with a bunch of loops, a set of (badly fake) plastic handcuffs, he had that nightstick at home from a past Halloween.
Eh, it could work.
"Xander!"
"It's Officer Cade, Ma'am."
Joyce smiled a the picture Xander made. The hat on his head was obvisouly new, as was the belt and a few ot the trinkets hanging off it, but it was obviously put together well.
"Should I ask how you got the costume put together so well?"
"Eh, probably not."
"Point taken."
"Xander?"
"Buffy! Lady Buffy of Summerland, I officially renounce spandex!"
Willow watched as the form of Xander flickered and disappeared before a grinding-humming sound came from one of the nearby cars.
"What's a little walking Happy Meal going to me? Eh?"
Spike swaggered around the boy, grinning gleeful at the prospect of having one fo the Slayer's friends in his hands. There were quite a few things he wanted to try out and only actual fighters had the stamina to keep up for more than a few minutes.
"You're so sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Well yeah, me, Big Bad, seems to fit."
"Yet you didn't notice the police cruiser following us for the past 3 miles."
"Huh!"
"Also, you didn't even bother to check what you grabbed."
Spike sat up straighter, noticing that 1, the car behind him was running quieter than should have been possible, and 2, the whelp was smirking in a way that he'd learned was not healthy, usually for him.
When the boy dissolved in a shimmer of light he got worried.
When the back end of the Desoto was suddenly smashed to shreds he did something he hadn't done in over a century.
Pray.