[Wicked]

Willow knew the spell had worked right away. Seeing as her hands were all cartoony and she was standing in at the edge of a lush forest which was also all cartoony. Her cartoony feet sunk into the cartoony sand and she turned around to see a gorgeous beach. And a big black boat.

Uh oh.

And where was everyone else?

Anya found herself standing with Spike on a cobblestone square next to a big bubbling fountain. Spike's eyes went wide taking in the animated scenery and even wider when he realized he was standing in very bright sunlight.

He yelled out in seeming pain and ducked into a shadowed alleyway.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" He growled at Anya from his shaded hiding place.

At first Anya was too busy giggling her fool head off at the sight of an animated Spike to answer him. When she collected herself she pointed out she hadn't seen any comical smoking coming from his being in the sun. Spike tentatively stuck his hand out into the light. No burning, no bubbling, no burning.

"Well. That's different." Spike muttered as he left the shadows.

"I guess old Walt never accounted for vampires." Anya reasoned.

"Right." Spike grinned... then... "WHAT?! Are you telling me I'm in a bleeding DISNEY MOVIE?!"

"Now why would you think that?" Anya smirked.

They heard muffled singing down the road and Anya's face lit up.

"Oh no." Spike tensed, "No. No. I am not going anywhere near any quote unquote delightful musical numbers. No."

"Sounds like it's coming from the pub. Ooof!" Anya made a surprised sound as Spike pushed past her.

She rolled her eyes and then followed him in. The joyful noise had faded to almost nothing. There were a few people humming but the song had mostly died out. An overly muscled chap was pouting on a bar stool. Anya thought he was too bumpy. She like Xander's bumpiness but this guy seemed to be compensating for something.

No one... drinks... like Gaston? A very ugly little man half-heartedly sang to the beefy fellow and tried pushing another pint toward him in an attempt to cheer him up.

Ah. That was the large man's name. Anya mused. So this is Beauty and the Beast and figures we land in the boring part without any talking furniture.

"Wanna bet?" Spike crowed. Anya laughed nervously and tried to pull the vamp away from the bar, hissing in his ear "Or we could try not calling unnecessary attention to ourselves."

"Too late, looks like." Spike shrugged off Anya's protests and stepped forward to address the pub's patrons who were all staring at him with gaping mouths. "Right. I'll put up fifty bucks that I can out drink this lout."

A ripple of confusion went through the crowd.

One of the triplet bimbettes - this one in pink - leaned into Anya, whispering, "He's betting DEER??" Before Anya could think of something scathing to say to the simpering thing Gaston's voice rang out. Clear, confident and overly loud.

"Very well huntsman. I will relieve you of your venison."

Spike looked a question at Anya. "Is this pillock hitting on me?"

"Deer." She explained.

"I'm not your dear, pet. Last I checked you were with Xander. Course if you're looking to trade up.." His lips curled into a seductive grin.

"Deer! Like Bambi." Anya motioned around to all the trophies on the wall and dimly hoped Bambi's mom wasn't the one above the mantle.

"I thought this was the one with the French people not speaking French." Spike said, as he raised an eyebrow. "Then I saw the dwarf and got confused." Lefou bristled. "Hey!"

"Not you." Spike pointed to a corner booth, "Talkin' about Doc over there." The dwarf's eyes went wide and he tried to hide behind his pint. "That's not right.." Anya looked concerned. Snow White wasn't even one of the movies they'd watched last night.

"AHEM." Gaston obnoxiously cleared his throat, "If you're done stalling..."

Spike loosed a demonic growl, causing even some of the more boisterous fellows in the pub to pale a bit. "Let's do this"