Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

They were really only trying to help me out.

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

They're spread out all over the world.

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

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

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

Come on, buddy. This is serious.

- Bah, humbug. - Higgins!

You should be able to tell which is the original.

Why doesn't that make me feel better?

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

""Brat.'' Mahalo.

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

- Well, not totally. - Oh?

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

Tell me what happened.

You cannot use the phone.

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

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

Who has more access to you than him?

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

Of what? He called a half hour ago.

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

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

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

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

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

But you canceled that deal. I told you.

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

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

I'm reporting you.

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

Okay, step back.

Again? Oh, I got it.

I wouldn't know,

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