Fade up on applause and a band as showgirls start performing a family-friendly fan-dance. The showgirls are painted green, and have red horns fastened in their hair to distinguish them from Orion slave girls. They're wearing an awful lot of clothing for Vegas. The fans are finally whisked away to reveal Cary, all sequin-y, as the crowd cheers. Angel, Fred, and Gunn sit in the front of the audience, boggled. Cary smiles and begins to sing "It's Not Easy Being Green," which makes me ridiculously happy. Gunn wonders why nobody's startled at Cary's appearance. Fred suggests, "They must think it's all makeup, like the Blue Man Group." Wait -- Fred hasn't heard of the Tropicana, but she has heard of the Blue Man Group? So she was a devotee of performance art before her visit to Pylea? Anyway, after a moment Fred turns to Angel and frets, "You don't think [that] the Blue Man Group --" "Only two of 'em," Angel replies, and sips his drink. Hey, he's drinking! That's unusual.
Cary's still singing. About this time, I start thinking that I should be impatient now. I mean, they don't have a plot yet, and they're already pausing the show so that we can listen to Cary. But I like listening to Cary, so I don't mind. I want an Angel soundtrack album with this on it. The song finishes, and everyone but Angel applauds enthusiastically. I don't think Cary should wear pink. It washes out his complexion. Oh my goodness, and he's got Angel-hair. It's all spiked. I wonder if Hallett and Boreanaz traded hair care secrets. If so, poor Hallett. Anyway, Cary does some patter, undoes his bow-tie, and offers to "crank things up a notch." He cues the band and asks for "a little help from [his] Lornettes." The curtains re-open to reveal the showgirls. Lornettes. That's funny. I suppose I should call them "Cary-ettes" for consistency, but I wanted to preserve the joke. They strut out into the audience as Cary starts in on "Lady Marmalade." Cary shoves the mike in front of various audience members and makes them sing the chorus. That goes on for a while, and I think about how they should have worked in some cameos here. Gunn and Fred bop in their seats while Angel continues to look puzzled. As Cary approaches their seats, Fred gets even more excited, and Gunn grumps, "He'd better not stick that mike in my face." Further proof that Gunn and I are soulmates, because that's exactly what I'd be thinking in his position. While Fred encourages Gunn to join the fun, Angel points out that Cary has passed them by. Gunn takes that in and sadly says, "Oh. Well...good."