Here be dragons
Another drabble times two (200 words) for you. Disclaimer:
I own nothing but the brain in my skull. All other notes and disclaimers are at the beginning of the story.
As Dawn and Buffy watched the growing ball of energy from their spot on Glory’s tower, a dragon burst forth from the light show and took off into the night. Buffy turned to Dawn and said some very poignant and important things while the dragon rose high above the surface of the earth.
In a flash, the dragon was replaced by an old Volkswagen Beetle. It hung in the air for a moment before plummeting towards the earth. Of the five passengers, who found themselves in suddenly very cramped and uncomfortable positions, four screamed while the other sighed depressively.
A very cheery voice suddenly spoke, “You’ll all be pleased as punch to know that we’re about to die in a horrible, fiery crash!”
With a sound akin to a toilet plunger being unstuck from a window while simultaneously a brass band made entirely of tubas played an E flat, the Heart of Gold returned to form around them.
Trillian shakily said, “We have normality.”
“We just got pulled through a dimensional vortex!” Ford turned to Arthur. “Not something you see every day, that is.”
“Were we inside a dragon just now?” a stunned Arthur asked.