Episode Report Card Demian: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Look Who's Barking
By Demian | Season 3 | Episode 21 | Aired on 05.09.2001
The piercing cry
That feeds on pain
And leaves more sorrow
Than it gains
Shall now be heard
By one who seeks
To stop the havoc
That it wreaks.
Ugh. Better than most of the spells, but nevertheless. Ugh.
Immediately, a burst of bright light blinds Piper, Phoebe, and the Dolt. Prue, encased in shafts of white electrical sparks, makes an amusing “Um, I’m waiting…” face before she disappears, seeming to melt to the floor. Piper: “Ohmigod. Prue?” The camera pans to the carpet to find Literal Bitch Prue where Figurative Bitch Prue once stood. Piper looks to the Dolt as if to say, “Well, what now, genius?” The Dolt gapes. Phoebe leans down to Literal Bitch Prue, who whines us out to commercial.
Heh. That Sears Kenmore dishwasher commercial reminds me of the year my dad bought my mom a vacuum cleaner for Mother’s Day. God, she was pissed.
Back from the break, Phoebe peers beneath a bed, beseeching Literal Bitch Prue to come out. L.B. Prue whines and edges further away. Snicker. “Don’t be so sad,” Phoebe pouts. “Everything’s gonna be okay.” “How!” Piper brays from above. “How is this going to be okay?” Phoebe retorts, “Hands in your pockets!” The Dolt enters from the hall. Piper wonders aloud why the spell “backfired.” The Dolt is of the opinion that the spell worked as it should, finally connecting the banshee’s cry to the more sensitive auditory abilities of dogs. Phoebe informs them that, spell or no spell, they’re screwed if they can’t get L.B. Prue out from her hiding spot. She returns her attention to L.B. Prue, asking the dog to emerge to save “the teenage girl” from her earlier premonition. L.B. Prue apparently still understands English. This argument gets her to scuttle out. Phoebe lays it on thick with the patronizing, “That’s a good girl! Who’s a good girl?” If I were L.B. Prue, I’d be chewing Phoebe’s hands off about now. Piper’s relieved to note that L.B. Prue “still understands what [they’re] saying.” Phoebe, awed, states, “She’s such a pretty dog.” Piper grunts, “What did you expect?” “A Doberman,” is the Dolt’s blunt reply. L.B. Prue snarls and snaps at him. Heh. The three humans strategize. L.B. Prue should revert to F.B. Prue once the banshee has been vanquished. L.B. Prue doesn’t like the sound of that, and whines her way out of the bedroom. As “banshees feed every night,” the Dolt explains, they should be able to resolve the issue that evening. Phoebe believes that, as they lack a banshee vanquish, the resolution will not come so easily. The discussion is interrupted by caterwauling from the floor below.
The three dash downstairs to find L.B. Prue engaged in a rousing game of “Eat The Cat.” As she chases Kit through the lower rooms, the two animals knock over various items, causing general havoc in the manor. Kit skitters upstairs. L.B. Prue is halted by Piper. The Dolt decides this is the perfect opportunity to get away from his bitch of a sister-in-law. He announces that he’s leaving to consult TPTB on a banshee vanquish. “What if we run into one before you get back?” Piper inquires, still attempting to placate L.B. Prue. The Dolt supposes that Piper could blow it up, just as she blew up the Freak last week. Piper’s not so sure about that, but the Dolt doesn’t care. He orbs on out of there. L.B. Prue, meanwhile, woofs her way to the front door. Phoebe and Piper tag along behind, wondering if L.B. Prue hears the banshee. L.B. Prue scratches at the door persistently. Phoebe flings it open, and L.B. Prue makes a mad dash down the front steps, barking all the while. Piper and Phoebe grab their coats and follow.