SUNNYDALE, 2003

Xander was left with vampsitting a daybound Spike, but he was less upset by this than some might have thought, and he quickly dealt by digging through his assortment of VHS and DVD's.

"Alright. Howzabout *Mrs. Doubtfire*?"

Spike shook his head.

"No. Even when I killed kids, I couldn't take Robin Williams and Sally Field gutting each other in front of theirs. What about *Requiem For A Dream*?"

Xander shook his hand in the air.

"People with depressing personal lives, at a time like this? Ahh! The Seinfeld Finale."

"Sod that. The people who beat them out in the end were twenty more times more selfish than they were. I've just spent almost two months listening to the ultimate self-interested, whiny being. Uh-uh. Voyagers finale?"

Xander wouldn't even consider it.

"NO! They got home and closed the door on the audience. Thunderbirds collection?"

Spike pushed it away.

"Yeah. I so want to see living puppets, having been one myself recently."

Xander tried one last time.

"Godzilla 2002? I mean, our potential apocalypse at least won't involve giant monsters."

"What happens in it?"

Xander checked his listings.

"Uh--possessed by the spirits of the dead from WW2, Godzilla goes on a bloody rampage, and three other monsters must stop him."

Spike nodded, and the bootleg went in the machine. A whiny voice was heard from upstairs.   "What're you guys watching?"

Vampire and human were suddenly terrified at thoughts of running commentary throughout the movie. So they spoke as one.

"Mrs. Doubtfire!"

Andrew lay back down, muttering.

"Robin Williams should have been Riddler instead of Jim Carr...."