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As Belthazor and Crowley face off in the park, everyone on the island feels a compulsion to make their way into town. They may not know why, perhaps its the call of the dance, or the Siren song of Broadway...or maybe they just sense a new Belthazor shaped crater appearing in the near future.

Be careful, demons fight dirty. Join the big circle. Divide yourselves in to Greasers and Soc's. KNow what it means to be a Jet, really a Jet. And feel free to sing when the music rises.

Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they fought with expert timing

They were funky demon men from funky demontown
They were chopping them up and they were chopping them down
It's an ancient underworld art and everybody knew their part
From a feint into a slip, and kicking from the hip

Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they fought with expert timing

There was funky AJ Crowley and Belthazor the young
He said here comes the big boss, lets get it on
We took a bow and made a stand, started swinging with the hand
The sudden motion made me skip now we're into a brand knew trip

Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they did it with expert timing

make sure you have expert timing
Kung-fu fighting, had to be fast as lightning

[[OCD threads up. Dance, sing, jazz-hands yourselves into a frenzy. And by all means, keep singing after this!]]

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MORTAL KOMBAAAATTTTTTT

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Bel launched into a series of martial art poses/dance moves to the techno beat of the music.

Drunken monkey style has nothing on the the Bob Fosse-esque Demon Fu Crowley lays down. Arms high, jazz hands spread, he turns and smacks his backside before throwing a well controlled and nearly balletic roundhouse kick.

Bel puts the Sharks and the Jets to shame with his acrobatic avoiding of the kick and throwing of punches of his own.

Oh, this would just never do. Sticking with the classics, he rushes forward with an Arthur Murray two-step before flinging his fist forward like Twila taught him.

Bel started to move again, then stopped and dropped his arms, looking at the ridiculous gyrations Crowley was putting himself through and the way Phoebe was cowering, so afraid of him. "Heh," he said to himself. "Fuck this." He started to walk away.

A well placed lamp post appears as he stalks after Belthazor, and he's ultimately distracted by the new showtune...far more Alex deLarge than Gene Kelly.

I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just singin',
Singin' in the rain...

He swings around the lamppost, kicking in Belthazor's general direction before hopping down and skipping...yes, skipping, to Phoebe's side.

Phoebe watches Cole walk away, finally able to stop shaking. She couldn't believe he had done that to her. If Crowley hadn't shown up when he did, he might have really killed her. She swallows and reaches for Crowley with one hand and Lana and Kiki with the other.

Kiki and Lana step forward, grabbing Phoebe's hand and hugging her. Kiki's terribly tempted to hug Mr. Crowley as well... but he's been through enough torment today, and she decides she'd better take it easy on him the next few days.

Kiki looks around the little group, exhausted, and - hoping that it will not require more than one verse and two repetitions of the refrain - asks, "Can we just go home and get some sleep now?"

Lana nods in agreement.

There are no small parts...just the chorus.

Artie recovers from his whammy bar induced coma and bounds to his feet. He begins shadow boxing enthusiasticly.

Fraser tentatively starts singing under his breath.

Three worried-looking girls, whom he may or may not recognize as Phoebe, Lana, and Kiki, come running up to him breathlessly. They're all talking at once, making no sense but seeming to ask for help, until, over the Kung Fu, a new song emerges:

KIKI:
Dear kindly Mountie Fraser,
You have to understand,
Been coming now for days-er
This battle here by hand
One demon is possessive,
The other loves a witch,
Golly Moses, no wonder there's this hitch!

KIKI, PHOEBE and LANA:
Gee, Officer Fraser, we're very upset;
You see this fight that's here is just from truly kismet.
They aren't evil demons
They're misunderstood,
Deep down inside them there is good!

PHOEBE:
There is good!

ALL:
There is good, there is good,
There is untapped good,
Like inside the worst of us is good.

LANA:
Belthazor hates Crowley,
But he loves Phoebe.
Phoebe was with Turner,
But she's now engaged to C,
Crow think's Bel's an upstart,
It's such a lot of stress,
Leapin' lizards, that's why there's this mess!

ALL:
Yes! Officer Fraser, we're glad you are here.
Someone has to save us from this problem severe.
How do we get these two demons apart?
We need your wits and strength and heart!

KIKI:
Strength and heart!

ALL:
Strength and heart, strength and heart,
Yes, your strength and heart,
You're the best of wits and strength and heart!

PHOEBE:
Dear kindly Ben the Mountie
My life is so complex
I can't keep up a count-y
Of demons in my index!
They each of them both want me
So now they're both real mad
Goodness gracious, that's why it's so bad!

ALL:
Officer Fraser, we don't want you hurt
You're too cute to be injured; you'd get blood on your shirt!
Just let them be over with their little fight,
And then give the girls a kiss good night!

LANA:
Kiss good night!

ALL:
Kiss good night, kiss good night,
Want a kiss good night,
Like a kiss for each of us good night!

Fraser's never been sung to in all his years on Earth. So, having three assumed students approach and sing is both confusing and enjoyable.

"That was very, very enjoyable ladies," Fraser says, smiling brightly.

He's about to thank them further when...it happens again:

"Oh Ladies, Oh ladies
You're so kind you soothe my mind, hey ladies, hey ladies
Oh ladies, Oh ladies you're so kind
You're so kind you soothe my mind, hey ladies, hey ladies
You're so kind you soothe my mind
You're so fine you blow my mind, hey ladies

The three girls give him their best "He's so dreamy" looks, before kissing his cheek and running off.

CJ steps out to go get a macchiato and is swept up in the choral frenzy. She might just do a little soft shoe in the grass.

You leave your cellphone on in the theater too, don't you?

Fraser wanders down to the park, compelled by a sense of...something. The last song on the rooftop might've made him go just the tiniest bit insane.

Lucas didn't know why, but he felt the urge to walk in the park. Spotting someone who looked vaguely normal, he wandered over to Fraser.

"What's going on?"

"I'm actually not quite sure," Fraser answers. "There's singing, which I've been doing all day, and talk of kung fu fighting. I don't get into town enough to really understand if this normal."

Lucas shrugged. "Just got here last week, myself."

"I'm fairly new to town myself." Fraser nods once. "Benton Fraser, school security." He extends his hand.

Lucas shakes it. "Lucas, Empire Records and Bidet."

"Pleasure to meet you Lucas," Fraser says. "Tell me, have you been breaking into song at random intervals throughout the day?"

Yes, but Lucas would never admit to it. "No." He glances sideways at Fraser. "Absolutely not. Well." He grimaces briefly. "I may have hummed a bit."

"I only sang...once," Fraser lies. "Okay, twice. All right, four times. I think I might be insane, Lucas."

"A song is a wish your heart makes." Lucas smirked. "I imagine in this town, you'd be amongst good company."

Susan feels the compulsion to come into town. She's been studying inher room all day, and has felt no compulsion to break into song, but wanders into town tpo see what's going on anyway.

She watches the antics, bemused and enormously entertained. She does not sing.

A to the J to the C in the Hizzouse!!!

You are completely nuts.

*g*

I feel for the radio people tonight...Lana, Phoebe and Kiki became a travelling show

Part of me is so glad Geoff's out of town this weekend. Poor guy really doesn't need the humiliation.

Go look at Phoebe's journal and see what she and Lana were up to.

Like that was ever a contested fact. Dawg.

"Gee Officer Krupke?"

*dies SO much*

Kiki re-wrote it for us. :)

*bows to Kiki like WHOA*

*giggles* I don't know, it just hit me... I think I can blame it all on the head trauma?

*apologizes for killing you*

This? Is the kind of death that needs no apology. It is a good death.

My character wants whatever it you're smoking.

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