Building with domed skylight. Someone dressed in black lowers himself down from the ceiling Mission Impossible-style. It's dweeb Andrew, looking very Tobey from Dawson's Creek in wire-rimmed glasses and a black beret. He hovers in front of a museum case and snaps some sort of fancy suction-cup-type thing to the glass. Behind him, Warren and Jonathan clomp into the room. They mock Andrew for all his fancy preparations, since the security system in the museum is "a guy named Rusty." Warren is impatient and steps up to the museum case, cutting through the glass with a blow torch. Andrew whines that Warren gets to play with all the "cool stuff," so Jonathan has to remind him why they couldn't play with the blow torch: "I'm allergic to methane and you're still afraid of hot things." Besides, the weight of the methane tank would make both of them tip over. Snerk. I'm a little miffed that they explained the tank. Now my "How pathetically out of shape are you, nerd boy?" quip seems almost out of place. Warren finishes cutting and reaches into the case to pull out a large diamond. They celebrate finishing with "phase one" of their Ultra Secret Very Hush-Hush Master Plan. As they turn to leave, they run into a security guard, the aforementioned Rusty. Warren tries to stall for time with Rusty and not-so subtly hints that the other two guys should "get the freeze ray." They fail to understand until Warren glares at them. Jonathan and Andrew fumble around in their bags, and then Jonathan zaps Rusty with -- you guessed it -- the freeze ray. Which has a satisfactory freezy effect on Rusty, and a not-so-satisfactory freezy effect on the entire ray and Jonathan's hand. Warren gloats, but Jonathan whines that he wants to go back to the lair, as he can't feel his fingers. On the way out, Warren expositions that Rusty will be okay in a few days after he defrosts.
Summers home. Amy is still sitting on the bed, arms wrapped around her knees, but she isn't naked anymore. Looks like she's wearing Willow's clothes, which are just a tiny bit snug. Willow brings her some hot chocolate, but Amy is very jumpy and not interested. "I felt like I was in that cage for weeks," she exclaims, to Willow's chagrin. She's hoping to go to prom (with Larry!), but realizes from Willow's "oh shit" face that perhaps she's going to hear some bad news. Willow is forced to explain that Larry was gay, Larry is dead, and not only is prom over, but high school is too. "How long was I in the cage?" demands Amy. Sigh. Poor Larry. I miss him so. I would trade a thousand Season Six Jonathans for one Larry. Which, by my calculations, would work out to one Larry exactly.