Everyone heads out.

In short order Willow, Tara, Jenny Calender and Xander had been called and they rushed around to the Summer's house. The three new arrivals were quickly filled in on the changes that had been **** upon Dawn and whom it was believed had perpetrated the crime.

"Willow, is there any spell that you and Tara could cast on the spray can that might shed some light on how the contents work?" Giles asked. "If we can negate this without needing to find Ethan Rayne first, so much the better."

"Shouldn't there be a list of ingredients on the can?" Xander asked.

"Spendid point Xander." Giles commented. "Perhaps we should report Ethan to the FDA. They could launch an inquiry and issue a recall notice for any other cans that are still out there."

"Is that irony?" Xander asked. "If so it's wasted on me. Sarcasm, I understand."

"Pillock." Spike helpfully added.

"Another word that I fail to recognise." Xander retorted. "I'm thinking maybe it's similar to a tussock or a hillock."

"SHUT UP!" Joyce shouted, bringing immediate silence. "While you're bickering, my daughter is upstairs with a spanked ass looking like a teenaged whore. Everyone grow up this instant and do whatever it takes to return Dawn to normal."

Suitably chastened everyone got down to business. While the two witches, helped by Miss Calender, readied an identification spell the others discussed possible places Ethan could be hiding. With the constantly high **** rate in Sunnydale many houses could stand empty at any given time. The cemetaries were also filled with an unusually high proportion of roomy crypts. Caves and abandoned factories on the outskirts of town were more possible lairs.

"Searching all these places tonight is clearly impossible." Giles said when a list had been drawn up. "Perhaps a quicker solution would be to hit the streets and find someone who has a lead on where Ethan may be."

"Willy is first on the list then." Buffy declared. "That little maggot listens in on the conversations of anyone who goes in his bar. If there's rumours of a new outfit in town it would get to him sooner or later."

"Good thinking." Giles declared. "There's also a few less disagreeable demons with permanent business premises, Spike probably knows their locations."

"How about the magic box." Xander suggested. "If Ethan's a wizard he might have needed supplies. Anya will trade with anybody if they have a wad of greenbacks."

Willow, Tara and Jenny finished the spellcasting and reported back.

"It's just too complex." Willow said sadly. "There's chemical, magical and psychic elements to the spell interwoven. I could probably unravel it, but it might take weeks. One thing we did find out is that there's a chromosomal element. Anyone with a Y chromasome shouldn't be affected."

"Then it looks as though we'll have to get out there and find Ethan." Giles declared. "In view of the fact that he appears to have a couple of bodyguards, I suggest Spike, Willow and Buffy as the most powerful, each head a search team. A male in each tem would be useful too. Ethan isn't that much of a fighter, someone who can't be affected by the spray should be able to handle him."

"I'll take Xander and go shake down Willy the snitch." Buffy offered. "Spike, you go with Tara and visit some of the lesser demons, including Anya, somebody might know if Ethan's been setting up a lair in town."

"I'll take Willow and Jenny and tour the outskirts of town." Giles said. "If it's ok to borrow your car Joyce?"

"Of course it is." Joyce answered. "But what should I do?"

"You hold the fort here mother." Buffy told her. "Someone needs to watch Dawn and we'll keep in touch with you and you can pass on anything that we find out."

The teams headed out. As they left from the front of the house a rope of knotted sheets fell down from a window at the rear. A slim, but large breasted figure with a jaunty straw hat shimmied down the makeshift rope and paused to rub her tender spanked bottom when she reached the ground.

"Buncha plonkers." Bad Dawn chuckled. "Like I was gonna sit in chokey an 'ave no fun nor nuffink. 'igh time for me to get Brahms an 'ave a ruck or two."