Episode Report Card Demian: C+ | 186 USERS: C+ YOU GRADE IT Welcome To Fantathy Thithtern!
By Demian | Season 6 | Episode 6 | Aired on 2003.10.26
…The Lair Of The Limey. The twinkly spray leaps from the cistern to reform as Our Intrepid Heroines, who continue galloping for a couple of paces before realizing where they are. Phoebe phrets about Chronic until Raige assures her that alternate-reality Chronic was as much an artificial construct of Phoebe's dimension as alternate-reality Kathryn Joosten was in Raige's own. That makes sense in my head, so let's keep moving, okay? The gals spot my prettily impaled husband on his conveniently placed animal pelt, and bellow for the Dolt. The Dolt orbs in with various demands, but Piper shuts him down with, "Heal now, questions later." The Dolt applies the tingly touch first to Tiny Gay Chris, then to his Big Gay Counterpart. As Big Chris's wound glows, the tingly touch flares out and morphs into the sun setting behind the Golden Gate Bridge. Nice transition, guys. Of course, it's an incredibly obvious one, so I suppose my surprise stems from the fact that you haven't beaten it to death in at least forty of the previous episodes.
Manor. Up in The Hearst Commemorative Child-Care Nook, Piper tucks Tiny Chris in before heading out to the boudoir proper for her Weekly Summation with the Dolt. The Dolt opens by bitching about Big Chris, but Piper orders him to can it. If nothing else, she argues, Big Chris earned what should be the Dolt's gratitude for helping her escape Thimon's evil alternate reality. This segues rather awkwardly into a discussion of Piper's ruined afternoon social with the girls, but Piper mildly assures her ex-husband that there will be other opportunities for her to ogle half-naked, rhythm-free gay men. "You never give up, do you?" The Dolt smiles. "Not a chance," she replies. "I firmly believe there will be one day without demons, magic, or pocket realms." The Dolt begins to take his leave, but Piper asks if he could heal her kitchen-injured hand while he's there. The Dolt does so, after a bit of tedious banter involving that N-word I never want to hear again as long as I live.