"Ugh, demons." Admittedly Tarantula's eyes are so weak in this form that he can't actually see the stage from here, but deducing that "malicious party-crashers + magical barriers = yet another demonic invasion" is not exactly rocket science. (And yes, he would know.) "We really should have seen that coming...they did something like this last year too." He pats Dawn with a couple spindly legs before announcing, "Well, I'm not sticking around to expose my daughter to yet more of this nonsense. We're going home."

A moment later, he adds, "You can come with us, if you'd like. My shop is very secure."

You know what else is very secure? The top of Purple's head. It'd be nice if he didn't have to climb down just yet.