1998, Sunnydale High School

Xander's jaw dropped. One minute, Buffy had been ready to straddle him, her decidedly bare underside atop his chest, coat aside--and it almost went aside.

"Hey, Buff? Squeak---squeak?"

Now she was a mouse, and mousifier Amy was after him.

"Now, my love, we explore the mysteries..."

A small dart struck Amy's neck, rendering her speechless. An impact batted her back, protection spells aside. Xander looked at the karate-ghi'd wonder that moved to take what she saw as hers.

"Oh, God. The spell is all-ages."

Dawn pointed her rifle straight at Amy.

"Get away from him...YOU WITCH!!!"