In their three beds, the sleeping girls abruptly spasmed awake, accompanied by mutual shrieks of surprise. Staring upwards at the bedroom ceiling in the dim light of the outside streetlamp shining through the room's window with its curtains open in the middle of the night, each of the girls looked incredibly confused. Sitting up from their pillows to lean forward atop the mattresses, the girls then began to wonderingly touch their youthful features, only to pause in this at catching sight of the others doing the exact same thing.

The oldest of the trio said cautiously, "Uh…Does Sunnydale mean anything to you?"

Giving a relieved sigh, the middle child nodded to then inquire in a surprisingly mature manner, "Yeah, who's askin'?"

"Dawn," replied a quite thankful Key brushing away a stray lock of Marcia Brady's hair from her forehead. "Good to have you here, Faith."

Faith shrugged, "Likewise." She glanced over at where that familiar little kid was gaping at them both from her own bed, with a sudden evil smirk appearing on Jan Brady's face.

In a purring tone of sheerest wickedness, Faith had to know, "So, B…ya wound up with us, too, 'cept yer nobody else but Cindy Brady?"

"Yeth!" snapped Buffy, only to look absolutely horrified at what'd just lispingly emerged from her mouth.

Glaring at where Faith was obviously about to laugh her head off, Buffy repeated herself, this time with the concluding sibilant clearly enunciated and moreover in an extremely dangerous voice, "Yes!"

Hastily breaking in before Buffy leapt off her bed and went for a guffawing Faith's throat with both hands, Dawn told her companions, "Okay, I'm guessing you have no idea either how we got here in our new bodies. What do you think? Somebody tried the Halloween spell again on us?"

Calming down a little, Faith shook her head doubtfully. "Nah, it ain't like I dress up as Jan every night 'fore turnin' in."

She shot a mischievous gaze at where Buffy now wearing a famous hairstyle among baby boomers was grumpily regarding her and Little D.

"'Course, I dunno 'bout ya, B. Whaddaya say, did ya start recently includin' the curls as part'a yer bedtime routine?"

Giving Faith a truly disgusted stare at the very notion, Buffy paused at an impulsive thought which had just struck her.

While the others watched this Slayer, she half-closed her eyes for a few moments, only to soon open them again and then announce to Dawn and Faith, "I can't find any sign of Cindy Brady in my head. Back when I changed into my costume on that Sunnydale Halloween, I was still there in Lady Useless' mind even though she never paid any attention to me."

Looking intrigued, her companions tried the same thing, performing a mental search, with an equal lack of success.

Dawn frowned in sudden alarm. "If it's a different Halloween switching spell, could the people whose places we just took over tonight be in our bodies instead at the castle?"

Both Buffy and Faith couldn't help wincing with shared dismay at the mere idea of two pre-teen girls abruptly acquiring the superhuman powers of the last pair of Chosen Slayers and how much innocent havoc they could create with these abilities at the New Council's Scotland headquarters. Though, Buffy quickly cheered up at remembering something that might happily cause matters to work out for the best.

"Guys, Willow's there, too. She'll fix things right away with her magic, making sure Jan, Cindy, and Marcia trade back with us without any trouble."

Buffy was momentarily diverted from this topic by looking around at the bedroom and its other occupants to wonder, "Hey, when exactly are we in the tv show? From what I remember, we're the right ages to be in the first couple of episodes."

That caused Faith to pull open the front of her nightgown collar with a crooked finger and peek inside, to then grouchily announce, "Yep, total flat city there, so yer mighta nailed it, B."

Thinking that over, Faith looked even more disturbed at what else she'd just figured out concerning B's other recent comments about the New Council's most powerful magical practioner. "Maybe…but what if Red can't? Not 'cuz it's the same Halloween stuff ya an' the rest'a the Scoobies went through back in Sunnyhell, nope. It could be somethin' completely different, like one'a those damn vengeance demons doin' the w-thing."

Dawn and Buffy mutually groaned at this dreadful possibility. Appearing even more concerned by the second, Buffy had to say, "If that's the case, we might be stuck here forever! Willow and the others back home, they won't even remember us! Worse of all, the tv show didn't have any magic at all in it, so we can't find a way on our own to go back!"

"Hold it!" Dawn snapped her fingers in realization. "What about the, uh, tabu carving that was in the Hawaii episodes? That little stone statue really caused bad luck to happen to the Bradys, right? So, it was certainly supernatural, which means there's magic here and that gives us at least a chance."

"I guess," Faith conceded, though she still wanted to know, "Where are we even gonna start—"

This Slayer was interrupted in her question by a soft tapping from outside their bedroom door, along with a cautious hissed whisper also done by someone in the house hallway, "Guys? You awake in there?"

Buffy, Faith, and Dawn stared at each other with incredulous astonishment at what'd just occurred to them all. It was Buffy who spoke up first in a wary reply sent at the door, "You remember Sunnydale, too?"

In prompt response, the door opened and Greg, Peter, and Bobby Brady sneaked inside, dressed in their usual pajamas and bathrobes. Carefully closing the door behind them as quietly as possible, Greg eyed the three girls on their beds waiting for him to speak and identified himself as, "Xander here, ladies. Who're you?"

"Dawn, Buffy, and Faith," gladly responded the younger Summers sister. She raised her eyebrows at the last two boys standing there in a clear sign she wanted answers from them.

"Oz," the former Peter Brady laconically tossed off, resulting in pleased smiles from the girls who hadn't seen this werewolf in quite a while during their busy lives of working for the New Council.

They all turned to where Bobby Brady was looking remarkably dour in his jammies and robe. After a short pause when nothing else happened, Xander snickered, "Well, if you're not going to tell 'em, I'll do it for you—"

"Giles?!" disbelievingly burst from Buffy, who received in response an even grimmer expression from the youngest boy in the room, whose mood wasn't improved at all by the ensuing muffled hilarity done by the girls rolling around in their beds and clapping pillows over their faces.

Eventually, those pillocks calmed down sufficiently for an exasperated Giles to declare, "Are you quite finished? Before we came to find out if you knew any more, the two main reasons we postulated for our appearances here were a variation of the Halloween spell or a vengeance demon's granting of someone's wish. Did you decide the same?"

Wiping away a tear or two of honest mirth, Faith, Dawn and Buffy nodded in agreement, making Giles relax a little. He looked around the room. "So, does anyone have any idea about what might be our next move? I was hoping that Willow might've joined us, but without her, I'm not sure how we can proceed now."

Dawn spoke up, "I just told Buffy and Faith about the tabu carving…," only to trail off at seeing Giles' blank expression of complete ignorance.

She, along with the other girls, stared at him in puzzled surprise before Xander interjected in his driest tone, "He never saw a single part of the show, what with growing up in England and all, so you can bet we had a totally fun time explaining The Brady Bunch to the G-man a couple minutes ago after we woke here."

Over Giles' muttered harrumphing, Xander said appreciatively to Dawn, "Oh, yeah, the tabu bad-luck charm! We didn't get around to that yet, but if it was for real, then magic works here, too. It won't be easy for us—"

"Uh-oh."

That terse interruption from Oz made Xander cut himself off and look at the other boy with increasing concern shared by the others, considering how uneasy a normally placid musician now appeared.

"Whassup, wolfie?" prompted Faith currently as worried as the rest.

Oz reluctantly continued, "Besides us, there were two more main characters on the show."

"Oh, boy," Xander moaned. When he saw how confused Giles was, Xander explained, "Mike and Carol Brady, the mother and father. If we're here in our new bodies, did they get replaced, too? Seeing how most of the old gang's already here, by who?"

"Whom," Giles automatically corrected. At seeing the others' appalled expressions, the former Sunnydale High librarian had to admit, "That seems reasonable enough, but given the amount of people we knew in your hometown, it could be anyone from any point of time we defended the Boca del Infierno."

"Mom?" wistfully chorused Buffy and Dawn in their sudden hope.

Not wanting to extinguish without cause the Summers sibling's obvious longing for the return in some way of their beloved mother Joyce, Giles could only shrug in his silent sympathy.

"Ya know," Faith observed in a rarely-heard distant tone, staring past the others now looking at her, "From the way he was nice ta me back then, Mayor Dick woulda been a great dad."

An aghast hush hovered in the room while all there but Faith contemplated with utmost horror the possibility of Richard Wilkins I/II/III, town politician and secret sorcerous master of Sunnydale, now being none other than Mike Brady.

At that exact moment, a firm knock rapped against the bedroom door, causing everyone's heads to hastily swivel around and regard with growing trepidation that same closed door.

The knock occurred again, just as firmly.

It was a decidedly parental knock.