After some impromptu hypnotism, we were able to convince Vy that she was Weird Al Yankovic. Her rendition of "Amish Paradise" is really quite touching.
Modern Annie didn't put up with guff from nobody. Well, unless you used the word guff. She just loves those old timey words.
Paka: I'm beginning to feel this trade was unequal.
Vy looks pretty happy about what is happening behind her.
Dawn continued to rely on the "if my eyes are closed, you can't see me" photography defense.
Paka's LSD kicks in. 29 items were his "cowbell" before we wrestled the stick from his hands.
Part of the gang. Plus wig!
"Where the hell did it go? I swear, never turn your back on a duck. Never know what those fools will do."
Billy (quietly): Should I tell anyone that my cigar is rolled in the tears of a thousand orphans to give it that extra zing?
Lora: Silence is golden dear.
Vince could make his heart beat to the rhythm of Funky Cold Medina.
The sisters and their familiars.
Dainty fans - helping witches blend into normal society since 1249.
Sean: Beware! I shall attack you with raised eyebrows and vodka breath! Take that!
"My diagnosis? Too much god damned cowbell. I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."