by DrewDogg26
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"Dawn, what are you doing?" asked Buffy from the kitchen.
"Nothing," replied Dawn. "Just watching some TV."
"You aren't watching those horror movies again, are you?"
"No."
Dawn quickly changed the channel. Just as she did, the lights flashed on and off. Sparks shot out of the television, and the younger Summers sister let out a yelp. Buffy ran into the room to check on her little sis.
"Dawn, you OK?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Dawn answered. "But the TV's busted."
"Damn," the Slayer added, annoyed. "There goes movie night."
Outside, a shadowy being lurked in the bushes. It let out an ominous chuckle.
"Don't worry, Slayer," the shadow growled. "There will be plenty of 'Must See TV' for you in the morning."
The following morning, Buffy woke for another productive day of researching Glory and slaying vampires. Buffy yawned. She made her way to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. As she walked from the living room to the kitchen, a pair of bulbous eyes watched her every move.
Buffy got her glass of water, and then it suddenly hit her that something had been watching her. Realizing this, she dashed back into the living room. It was still watching.
"Hiyo," said the creature with the bulbous eyes.
"You have got to be kidding me," said a shocked Slayer.
* * * *
Inside Rupert Giles' apartment, the air smelled of freshly brewed tea. A feeling of tranquility came over the Watcher as he read the morning newspaper. That tranquility turned to chaos as the door to the apartment swung open and his Slayer came rushing in with her sister's backpack. The backpack appeared to be moving.
"Buffy," said Giles, overtly annoyed at the intrusion. "Do come in."
"Giles, something's happened," Buffy exclaimed.
"What is it?" he replied, a look of concern growing on his face. "Is Dawn all right?"
"Huh? Yes, fine. That's not why I'm here."
"What happened?"
"Last night, the TV ... it went all kablooey. We need you in full research mode."
"I'm sorry, Buffy, but I'm fairly sure that television repair is not in any of my volumes of demonic lore."
"Would you stop with the wit, already? You're British. I get it."
"No, wait," said Giles, now amused at the situation. "I've got it. Glory came to your house to break your telly."
Giles began laughing at the thought of this.
"OK, funny man," answered an angered Buffy. "How funny is this?"
Buffy reached into the squirming backpack and pulled out a felt green frog. Spotting this, Giles started laughing even harder, now to the point of tears.
"Hiyo, Kermit the Frog here," said the frog.
Giles, startled by the frog's words, jumped back and nearly fell over a chair.
"Good lord," gasped an exasperated Giles. "Where did that come from?"
"The Muppet Show?" replied Buffy.
"No, I mean how did he get here?"
"It's like I told you. Last night, TV blows up. This morning, Kermit the Frog is in my living room. I was hoping you would know something."
"I'm going to need some time to research. Take ... Mr. Frog back to your home and I'll contact you as soon as I find something."
"Can do. Come on, little fella. Back to the pad. Get it? Pad?"
Giles and Kermit groaned and shook their heads.
"Everyone's a critic," Buffy retorted.
* * * *
Buffy and Kermit walked in the front door of the Summers home. As they entered, Dawn ran to the door to talk to Buffy.
"Buffy," she said, "we have a problem."
Buffy looked into the living room. Her eyes grew wide with shock. Inside the living room, she saw a pig, bear, dog and whatever, among others.
The Muppets had come to Sunnydale.
* * * *
"Giles, you have got to do something," Buffy told her Watcher over the phone. "There are weird, walking, talking stuffed animals all over my house. And they are eating EVERYTHING."
Buffy looked into her kitchen as Muppets raided the fridge and ripped into whatever food items they could find. She scowled.
On the other end of the phone, Giles looked flustered over a pile of books.
"I have found something, Buffy," the Watcher explained. "It seems that certain demons, the Fouvana, have the ability to turn art into life. There are records, dating back to the early 16th century, of paintings of devils and other foul creatures coming off of the canvas and wreaking havoc. There are no records of anything coming out of the television, so I can't be sure, but it's the closest thing I've been able to find."
"Hold on a sec, Giles," said the Slayer.
Buffy saw Dawn coming down the stairs.
"Dawn, what were you watching last night?" asked Buffy.
"Listen," Dawn replied defensively, "I'm old enough to watch scary movies if I want to. Quit being so overprotective."
"I don't care about that right now. I need to to know exactly what you had on the TV when it shorted last night."
"I think it was the Muppet Movie. Why?"
Buffy picked the phone back up.
"Giles," she said, "I think we've got a Fugazi demon on our hands."
"Fouvana," Giles corrected.
"Whatever. All I need to know is where it is and how to kill it."
"I'm afraid it won't be that easy, Buffy. The Fouvana demons take the form of whatever it is they bring to life."
"You mean I have to kill the Muppets?" Buffy whispered.
"Not exactly. Most likely, the demon is only in one of the creatures. Once you figure out which one, your job is to get the demon to remove itself from the host and then slay it."
"How do we do that?"
"It requires a potion. I'm headed to the Magic Box now. I need you to collect the creatures and bring them with you."
"Sure thing. I'll get the gang together, and we'll be there shortly."
"You must move quickly, Buffy. And keep your eyes on those creatures at all times. If one of those creatures were to escape, there's no telling what kind of chaos would ensue."
Just then, Dawn came running through the room, screaming. A furry red Muppet with wild eyes followed her in hot pursuit.
"Woman! Woman!" the creature yelled.
"Right," Buffy said as she hung up the phone.
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