Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again? Oh, I got it.

But you canceled that deal. I told you.

Tell me what happened.

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

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

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

Okay, step back.

Why doesn't that make me feel better?

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

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

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

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

""Brat.'' Mahalo.

They're spread out all over the world.

Come on, buddy. This is serious.

- Bah, humbug. - Higgins!

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

I wouldn't know,

Who has more access to you than him?

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

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

- Well, not totally. - Oh?

Of what? He called a half hour ago.

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

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

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

You should be able to tell which is the original.

You cannot use the phone.

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

They were really only trying to help me out.

I'm reporting you.