| Summary: When a song stuck in Prue's head lead the sisters to a demonic ice cream truck, they save the children being trapped in it. Unfortunately, the children aren't as innocent as they seem, and the only one who knows how to get back into the truck is the girls' father. |
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| Phoebe: Oh, no, honey, that's not staring, that's flirting. Piper: You say tomato. Phoebe: No, I say relax-o. Prue: I need some professional help. Phoebe: No arguments here. Prue: Why did I know that I would not get any help out of you crazy people? Prue: Morning, Sunshine. Okay, how about cloudy with a chance of showers? Piper: I don't know what you guys are talking about, but what I've got is better. At least bizarrer. Prue: Bizarrer? Piper: Mmm-hmm. Prue: Is that even a word, Piper? Phoebe: Prue, if you keep ignoring me, my feelings just might actually implode. Prue: No powers, no powers, no powers. Phoebe: I'm not surprised, I'm not surprised, I'm not surprised. Piper: Okay, you know what? I don't know what kind of kinky stuff you're into, but there's a club down the street you might be more comfortable in. They've got cages and rubber floors and a three for two special on Fridays. Phoebe: Why couldn't you get a boy band song in your head like everybody else? Phoebe: But how are we supposed to find him? Prue: Something tells me that's not gonna be very hard. Phoebe: Why not? Prue: Oh, because he's right over there. Phoebe: We thought the good guys were bad guys and in trying to vanquish them, we helped the real bad guys, which were dead ringers for good guys. Leo: Was that English? Piper: So, he's a demonic dog catcher and he uses ice cream as bait? Great news for the lactose intolerant demons. Prue: Oh, those kids so need to be grounded. Piper: Okay, so they know, but it's three of us versus three of them. We're even . . . and bigger. Prue: Oh, you need a little time out, missy! Piper: So your interest in me . . . Caleb: Strictly professional. I was lost, but until I was sure who you were, I couldn't just come up and say, "Hey, are you a Charmed One? 'Cause I need you to take me to my demon-catching truck." Phoebe: Something tells me I'm never gonna look at a Creamsicle quite the same way. |