April smells a rat

"Amy!" cried April, pointing to the rat that used to be Buffy Summers. "Change her back."

"Just a minute, April," said Amy Madison. "I think I got this."

Amy tried another spell and then suddenly Buffy was a cat.

"Oops!" cried Amy. "Let me try again."

Amy tried yet another spell and this time Buffy became a chimp.

"I'm getting closer," said Amy. "Let me give it another shot."

Amy tried yet another spell and this time Buffy was back in her original form -- still minus her clothing unfortunately.

"What the hell, Amy?" asked Buffy, trying like hell to cover her breasts and her pubes.

"Er, my bad," said Amy. "I don't suppose you're cured now."

"I don't know," said Buffy. "Why don't you give me your sweater, April?"

April promptly handed Buffy the sweater she had been wearing, only to see Buffy immediately yank it off and stomp on it.

"Hey, I could have gotten you a different color," said April.

"No, it's okay," said Buffy. "It's just that I went through all that just now and it didn't change a thing. Perhaps I was better off as a rat after all."

"Well, okay," said Amy, raising her hands to perform yet another spell. "If you say s --"

"No!" cried Buffy, holding up a hand in a "Stop" gesture. "Please. Amy. Don't. Please."

"Well, I gotta do something to make it up to you," said Amy. "After all, you did once save my life."

"What are you planning to do, Amy?" asked Buffy. "Take me to Paris?"

"Well, actually --" Amy started to say.

Then she paused a moment.

Then Amy said, "Hey, maybe that would not be such a bad idea."