Meanwhile in another part of the dungeons.
"Well this sucks royally your highness!" snapped Red, "We escape the dungeons, we go back in the dungeons. Out-in-out-in-out-in-"
"Piss off, or I'll never let you be a faery," sulked Cabbage.
"Mmpfrrgh, don't wanna be a skanky faery anyway-"
"Cabbage drummed her heels on the floor crossly. "ELF!!! Where are you?"
"Here, my love?" sounded a voice from nearby in the darkness.
"This is absolutely your fault elf!"
"Perhaps you'll feel better if I sing you and Elvish Ballad, O delight of my heart?"
"It'll be Welsh."
"No, It's Elvish."
"Welsh!"
"Elvish."
"WELSH!"
"Elvish.
"WELSH!!! WEEEEELLLLSSSHHHH!!!!!!" Screamed Cabbage and kicked her shoe in his general direction.
"Now look whose getting mardy…" sniped Red.
"This sucks SO much!" snarled Cabbage when she managed to unclench her teeth. "Here we are, the Supreme High Ruler of the Faeries and an immensely intelligent (if somewhat slutty) mortal and we can't even get out of this stupid dungeon!"
"If only we had some alcohol…" sighed Red wistfully, "I'd have a snowball, haven't had one of those in years…"
Cabbage chose to ignore her.
* * *
This is a very small box, thought Flibbage worriedly. Not that I'm claustrophobic or anything, it just is rather small. It's bigger than the time with the bottle and the river, or that time with NGSPIB and the Jam jar. But they were glass! Is it me, or is it getting cramped in here? It was at this point she decided to do something about the situation before she got paranoid;
"Keepers of the Faerie Nation,
I require an excavation!"

Suddenly all of Campfy's followers fell into a large flooded ditch which appeared as if from nowhere. Whilst our practically indestructible Arch-Nemesis was complaining about her shoes and escaping an angry Snole whose water-Strawberry patch she had trampled, Flibbage floated away, chuckling darkly to herself.
"Where's that bastard faery??!" raged the soaked Campfy, "How does she always do that!??"
"Alas Dark Mistress, her skill in finding obtuse words that rhyme is unsurpassed by any in the land," said an Angel Clone reproachfully.
"Rats!" yelled Campfy, and dusted him, just to make herself feel better.
* * *

"RUN AWAY!" yelled J as he turned and fled. Yakky and Beansprout followed suit.
"Ahar! You can run but you can't hide!" E-Yakky called after them, and was going to give chase, but then he decided he'd mourn E-Sprout for a while. "Boo hoo and et c," quoth the evil clone, "I'll get you for this, original me!"
When Beansprout Yakky and J considered themselves safe(r) they stopped to catch their breaths by a small stream running through the devastated gardens.
"Folking sword," muttered Beansprout darkly, banging the shattered hilt against a rock, "and wait- yes my shoulder does still hurt like hell, how pleasant."
"I told you so," said J, staring at the stylish Dark Tower. "You know, that castle really reminds me of someone… there's something very familiar about its haute-couture-yet-undeniably-diabolical décor…" Beansprout and Yakky stared at the elegant spires, the gracefully crafted gothic arches, the carelessly thrown aside karaoke machine…
"If I didn't know better…"
"It looks just like the work of-"
"Hello? Hello!" squeaked a small mournful voice as a waterlogged jewellery box floated past. J reached out and fished it out of the water. With a cautious glance at the other two, he undid the catch.
"Ooh that bitch! She knows that my faery weakness is to be unable to escape from glass jars, small boxes or children's safety mugs!" Flibbage raged, trying to smooth down her hair.
"Where have you been you colossal skiver, whilst we've been fighting our evil clones?" Beansprout asked giving her a sharp poke.
"Well I've been mumble mumble mumble…"
"What?"
"…making matters worse," the faery answered sheepishly.
"Oh I know!" said J suddenly, "It looks just like something Buffy would build!"
Everyone turned to stare at Flibbage, who winced.
"Oh no." Said J
"You didn't…" said Yakky.
"I swear you will be going right back in that box once we've done with all the evil," Beansprout growled.
* * * *
When Barry returned from a rather *interesting* party being held in the mortal realm by Agent S, he was extremely surprised to see a Buffy-esque faery tower practically on his front lawn. As the self-styled Queen of Faerie he felt it was his right to be indignant about this. Putting on his 'I am indignant' face he knocked on the front door. He was more surprised when it was answered by a faery almost exactly resembling Buffy, Oddball had warned him, but unfortunately for him, he didn't concentrate well when faced with beautiful faeries in revealing red dresses.
"Barry?" smiled Campfy, who had long since given up on the 'kill the children then Barry' plan and had decided to off them in whatever order they showed up, "Long time no see! Do come in! I have a special glass of wine with your name on it!" Smiling sweetly she beckoned him inside. Barry whose thoughts ran no deeper than 'Oh my God, I can totally see her cleavage!' blindly followed.
* * * *
"In the interests of furthering the narrative, I suppose we ought to go in there…" said Flibbage as they watched the Dark Tower through a dishevelled ornamental hedge.
"I don't see why we always have to wreck Buffy's plans! Why don't we destroy your family's evil empire Sprout?" Yakky whined.
"That's what we're doing Yakky." Beansprout replied, staring at him with distaste.
"Fine. What about Flibbage?"
"My mother is tyrannical, but she's essentially a good guy."
"Aren't any of J's family evil?"
"Dude, I don't appear to have a family…"
"What about if I kill you all then murder Buffy on behalf of my camp comedy villain overlord?"
"Uh, who said that?" The quartet turned around to see the rather crazed looking E-Yakky standing behind them, flanked by E-Flib and E-J. All holding scary looking guns.
OH CRAP YOU MAY SAY!
HOW WILL THEY ESCAPE THIS TIME?
WILL CABBAGE AND RED GET OUT OF THE DUNGEON FOR GOOD?
WHO'D WIN IN A FIGHT BETWEEN BUFFY AND BARRY?
WHERE ARE O AND C?
WILL THIS SERIES EVER END?