(ut to Buffy, dressed like little red riding hood, is standing with a basket in her hands. Xander walks up behind her wearing a tux. )

XANDER: Hey, Red. What you got in the basket, little girl?

BUFFY: Weapons.

XANDER: Oh.

BUFFY: Just in case. Like the tux, Xander.

XANDER: Bond. James Bond. Insurance, you know, in case we get turned into our costumes again. I'm going for cool, secret agent guy.

BUFFY: I hate to break it to you, but you'll probably end up cool head waiter guy.

XANDER: As long as I'm cool and wield some kind of power.

BUFFY: Will. Medieval Will.

XANDER: Hail, ye olde - vareletty - thou.

WILLOW: I'm Joan of Arc. I figured we had a lot in common, seeing as how - I was almost burned at the stake, and plus she had - that close relationship with God.

XANDER: (to Oz) And you are?

Oz pulls his jacket open to reveal a nametag with ?God' on it.

XANDER: Of course. I wish I'd thought of that before I put down my deposit. I could have been God.

OZ: Blasphemer.

Two of the commando guys walk by.

BUFFY: Nice costumes. Very stealthy.

WILLOW: What are they supposed to be?

OZ: NATO?

XANDER: Oh, yeah, I, ah, invited Anya to join us, but she's having some trouble finding a scary costume, so she's just going to meet us there.

BUFFY: Perfect, everybody's got a date but third-wheel Buffy.

WILLOW: You're not a third wheel.

XANDER: Technically speaking you're a fifth wheel.

WILLOW: We're going to have the best time.

(Cut to the inside of the haunted house. All the kids are running around, screaming.)

written by: David Fury; . Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/60fearitself.html