Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, cool it, Higgins. I told you the plan was our idea.

- [ Magnum ] How long have you been teaching art? - Three years.

Who is it? I don't know, but she sounds like a client.

But at least I can tell Mr. Masters we have the original back.

I'll bet that he has the combination to your personal safe.

""Brat.'' Mahalo.

The art collector that sold the Gauguin to Robin Masters...

- Bah, humbug. - Higgins!

You should be able to tell which is the original.

- Well, not totally. - Oh?

They were really only trying to help me out.

- What was that? - It's the volcano.

I wouldn't know,

Come on, buddy. This is serious.

But you canceled that deal. I told you.

You cannot use the phone.

Okay, step back.

No, he said he'd kill them if I did that. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

You can use the bucks. Bye. Wait a minute.

- Perhaps there's hope for you after all. - [ Phone Ringing ]

Never mind. Just listen. A female called on your line, and she wants to hire you.

Again? Oh, I got it.

So I made a deal with someone to get enough money so she could.

- Higgins! - If you'd given him a decent lead,

- Wait a minute. Where are you going? - To make the drop.

Really? You ought to see the Gauguin that Robin Masters just bought.

Who has more access to you than him?

- Mano, he's crazy. - Hear! Hear!

I'm gonna have to ask you to go back through again.

First of all, please don't be mad at the girls.

I'm reporting you.

This place doesn't even have a jukebox. Come on.

Why doesn't that make me feel better?

You seem nervous. No, you're a great driver.

They're spread out all over the world.

She checked in about three days ago with five little girls.

Of what? He called a half hour ago.

Tell me what happened.