More Crumpets?By Aristotle Freud
Solo Tea PartyBuffy walked quickly back to the house. She had expected many things of Spike, but not this, never this. She needed reinforcements. This was not something she was prepared to handle alone… besides, it was just too good to pass up.
“Spike’s what?” Dawn asked, disbelieving.
“Having a tea party,” Buffy confirmed. “He’s got these little stuffed animals sitting in chairs, and he keeps talking to them and pouring them fake tea.”
The scoobies all trooped off to see the sight of the Big Bad playing Let’s Pretend with a stuffed koala bear.
They stood, shocked into silence, listening to Spike’s performance.
“Would you like some more crumpets?” Spike asked the stuffed penguin to his right.
“Why thank you, Spike,” he replied for the penguin, using a really high pitched voice. “I would adore some crumpets. Thank you so much for your studly attention.”
“How about you, Mr. Koala?” Spike asked.
“Why thank you my good man, I do believe a crumpet sounds just smashing.” Spike handed a pretend crumpet to the Koala.
“Will you say some poetry for us, Master Spike? Please, it always makes me feel so enlightened,” he said in his penguin voice.
Spike cleared his throat. “Oh beautiful daffodils and butterfly wings, powder puffs and wonderful things, nothing at all even a bit sad, when eating some tea with the original Big Bad.”
“Wow Spike, you’re so cool,” Spike said in his koala voice.
“Why thank you, Percy Penguin,” Spike replied. “What do you think, Kammie Koala?”
“I also think you’re cool, Spike, and tough and such an accomplished gentleman. Why, if I was the slayer, I’d sleep with you. I rightly would.” Spike’s voice got a little higher pitched.
The Scooby gang left silently. They were going to need a video camera for this.
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