Credits. One of these days, I'm going to frame through the title bit to see if the scrambled letters spell out anything subliminally filthy before they settle on "Charmed." Because my life is that dull.
Halliwell squealing heard through a swirling vortex of clouds. It's a twister, Auntie Em! Get it? No, really, do you get it? Because it's not the last Wizard of Oz reference in this episode. Not by a long shot. The vortex shoots the sisters into a clearing next to a stone altar. I realize this is the WB and not the Playboy Channel, but the vortex stripped the sisters of their wigs, accessories, and makeup, but left them in their Halloween costumes. Uh okay. The Ps wonder what the hell just happened to them, but their wondering is cut short by the appearance of a posse of historical types on horseback, brandishing scythes and muskets. The Halliwells dive for cover, as Piper notes they're "not in Kansas anymore." And you never were, moron. You were in California, so can it with the Dorothy Gale dialogue. The three crouch behind some underbrush as they realize they've most likely time traveled again. Piper snits that she hates time travel, Phoebe one-ups her by reminding her that the last time they did so, she was burned at the stake, and Prue shuts them up to fish around for some relevant information. Judging by the clothing of their pursuers, Prue guesses they've been thrown into the sixteen or seventeen hundreds, a time during which, as Phoebe notes, the average lifespan of a witch was "about fifteen minutes." A colonist ("Micah," we learn from the shouted query of the posse leader) sneaks up on them from behind, and Piper moves to freeze him, but Prue stops her after exchanging a soul-searching look with him. Micah lies about their presence in the underbrush, and the posse retreats. More why-are-we-here muttering, interrupted by individuals unseen bagging the sisters' heads with burlap sacks. They don't look that bad, guys. You should've seen them two weeks ago.
A weird fold-in-fold-out cut to the present-day Manor hallway, where the Festers remain frozen. Tiresome nattering between Darryl and Leo follows. Darryl again asks, "Who are you?" of Leo, and gets no answer. Leo wants to get Darryl out of the house, Darryl insists he stay to help the Halliwells because "they're like sisters" to him, the Festers unfreeze and chase the boys in uniform up the stairs. Darryl, who for some reason accessorized his Halloween costume with a loaded automatic, fires off six or seven shots into the Festers' chests, which momentarily disables them. Leo drags Darryl up to the attic, leaving the Festers to plot on the floor. Whatever.