Our heroes have elected to attempt to destroy the Sword Mage, a potent sorcerer, who has recently taken over the main fortress-slash-palace in the powerful land of Ghoere...

DM: Okay, let's get this show under the road.... *on* the road.
Eirien: Under the road?
Mal: Under the rogue? What?!

The PCs plan to travel to the Sword Mage's castle by use of the Wind Walk spell, which lets them travel through the air at 60mph or so until they reach the castle. Once there, they will pause to buff, after which Grandfather will cast Locate Object to search for the Sword Mage's signature cloak of swords. They have stocked up on scrolls and potions with which to strike the fiend down, and so quickly depart...

Hendlar: Wouldn't it be great if, after all this preparation, we found him asleep and killed him without any trouble? "I can't believe you killed him during nap time! Why did I even write his schedule DOWN like that?!"
DM: At least it wasn't bath time. "You interrupt the Sword Mage in the bathtub! His cloak and mask are still on."
Hendlar: "And look, he has a rubber ducky, only made of swords!" (Making a squeezing motion with his hands and a ducky noise)
DM: Yeah, you know what comes next.. he points at the ducky!
Hendlar: Aaand the ducky gets the Titanic template.
Barack: Unfortunately, he underestimated the size of the room, and he was crushed to death. So were we, of course, but the world was saved, and songs were sung across the land of the great heroes who defeated the greatest threat to the world...
DM: The Gorgon and the undead guy say, "Hey, what about us?"
Barack: YOU'RE NOT NEEDED HERE ANY MORE!

The PCs land outside the Sword Mage's fortress and begin casting their buff spells.

DM: (To Barack, referring to his girlfriend) You already buffed her last night.
Barack: Yeah, she gets bonuses for getting laid.
Hendlar: Time to make a prestige class!
DM: Supreme Nympho?

The PCs once again take to the air. In a fit of extremely poor judgment, the DM and Grandfather have a conversation with somewhat more than one meaning.

DM: How high are you?
Grandfather: High, you know?

Grandfather rolls miserably on his Int check to determine which of the many chimneys in the castle lead to the great hall. Selecting a large, centrally located one, the party descends towards it in wind-walk-mist form -- when abruptly something or someone in a tower dispels the spell. The PCs mostly plummet to the ceiling, except for Grandfather, who plummets down the chimney. A frantic casting of Fly leaves him hovering inches from the floor, upside-down, staring at three demons.

Eirien: He casts Alter Self. "Ho ho ho! Meeeerry Christmas!"

Grandfather promptly Banishes one of the demons and rises back up the chimney. Hendlar prepares to jump in to save his ass.

Hendlar: How high is the chimney?
DM: About thirty feet?
Hendlar: Oh, I can take that damage easily...
Grandfather: How *wide* is it?
DM: Cramped for you.
Hendlar: Oh. Well, never mind.
DM: I wish you hadn't asked that. (Grinning at the near-miss)
Grandfather: Uh, Grandfather's upside-down, and wearing robes...
Eirien: He doesn't wear any underpants!

Grandfather casts Dimension Door to get the more squishy PCs down the chimney (Hendlar, Dirk, and Mal are forced to jump for it). The PCs engage the demons, only to discover that demons have substantial DRs and energy resistance/immunities which shut down their attacks almost entirely. The DM gets more dirty looks during the few rounds of combat than had occurred in the entire campaign to date, which is saying something. The PCs finally smash through the demons' DR enough to do some minor damage before Grandfather finishes them with some spray-of-diamond-shards spell. The PCs take a long, horrified moment to lick their wounds before Barack decides they must proceed forward through the side door, which is a meeting room with a large table in it.

Barack: All right, I open the side door and sneak around the corner of the room -
Mal: You're sneaking nothing! This is my department!

The PCs round the corner of the room when the table bursts upward. A spider-demon has been hiding beneath it; it rises and starts to tear into them. Screaming obscenities about spiders, the PCs butcher it in a round flat, but not before Grandfather is poisoned. Still intent on proceeding forwards, they open the doors to the next room -- and Hendlar is promptly steamrolled by a charging gore attack from a massive demon in the Great Hall. Dirk steps up to bat and promptly crits it for 80 damage.

Hendlar and Mal: DIRK IS BACK!
Mal: Smashing through stone doors!

Considering the demon got critted for *80*, it dies almost immediately thereafter, to the DM's evident annoyance. The PCs progress through the great hall into the chapel, which has been horribly desecrated. A lion-shaped demon guards the altar; when the PCs provoke it by throwing bodies at it, it immediately unloads onto them for a shocking amount of damage (bite + 2 rake attacks + 2 claw attacks). They attack, only to discover that in addition to the resistances/immunities, the demon has what the DM later reveals to be 30/+3 DR. The PCs almost as one turn to look at Grandfather. Mal starts humming the She-Ra theme song.

Mal: Grandfather! I am Grandfather!"
Barack: "By the power of 'shut yer mouth!'"

Grandfather manages to get off a Dispel Evil, banishing the monster to its own plane. The PCs are horrified -- but only then does an ominous voice address them from outside the room.

Mal: "It's the devil!"
DM: "DEMON! I'M A DEMON!"
Mal: "Ooh, hit a nerve, did we? Ha, so you're not the top dog, you're just a lackey. Go park my pegasus, asshole!"

The session ended with the PCs pondering whether or not to take the demon's deal: shelter and a chance to refresh themselves in exchange for repairing the human corpse pentagram they'd destroyed. It was a full session, it just seems shorter in recaps because it was more violence and less RP.