| Summary: After having Leo taken away and believing he's never coming back, Piper goes on strike, refusing to help until Leo is returned. Prue and Phoebe discover a little girl plagued by trolls and they do their best to help her, but they need Piper to join in the fight. Cole advances his plan to destroy the girls, breaking into the house and trying to steal the Book of Shadows. |
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| Prue: Honey, it was just a bad dream. Piper: No, it wasn't. It was real. I don't understand why They are doing this to us. It's like destroying lives is how They amuse Themselves. Prue: Hey, uh, it's me. Phoebe: It's amazing how much stress you can project with so few words, Prue. Piper: Come on, Phoebe, trolls and fairies? You don't believe that stuff. Phoebe: Sure, why not? Piper: Well, maybe it's time we tell her about Santa. Piper: Why are you being so stubborn about this? Phoebe: Because I'm a Scorpio. What's your excuse? Phoebe: Now look what you did. You went and turned Prue into the middle child. Phoebe: We all had the same invisible fairy friend, Piper. That is proof that fairies exist. Piper: Or it proves that one of us had a really fertile imagination and the other two were really big copycats. Piper: Hi. Lost your minds? Prue: Piper, we have been waiting and waiting and waiting-- Phoebe: Yeah, and you know what we did? We saw a fairy and she was very cute and she was sparkly and she was really, really pretty. Piper: Okay, what ass-backwards spell did you guys cast? Piper: Fairy dust? Phoebe: Yep. Piper: Okay, great, so you can go home now and reverse it, Tinkerbell. Phoebe: Oh, you know what? You are being a big, big, big, extra, extra, extra, double big jerk right now. Phoebe: Geez Louise, there are too many doorways in this house. Prue: That wasn't a troll, that was a demon. Phoebe: Okay, well, where does that fit into this story? Prue: Stairs can be sobering. Piper: You need a diaper change? Phoebe: Very funny. Look, we need you to come home right away by midnight or else-- Piper: The tooth fairy's gonna come and harass us all for not flossing? Phoebe: You've really gotta lay off the rhyming, Prue. Phoebe: Are you worried? Prue: When are you going to learn? I am always worried. Cole: Why would I ever not want to talk to you? Phoebe: I don't know, you know, just in case you thought I was a drunk or a lunatic or a drunk lunatic. |