Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wish we could, but it's a little too late for that now.

I'm sorry, I've never held a...

Chip Pemberton?

- Just us. - Okay, great.

He traced her here through her phone,

You guys go upstairs. She's gonna be here soon.

Hi there, uh, I'm Chip's Aunt Mackenzie.

- Hurry. - I am.

18, 14 and seven.

- or skin me alive with his claws! - I know.

Come on, we'll be good. I promise.

firing off God knows when.

Here you go. You see? That's all you got to do.

Yeah, I just must have forgotten that one.

That's about as crazy as it's gonna get tonight.

My husband is out of town, and I'm kind of short-handed.

And then I screamed for help, but no one came,

- Hmm. - Good night, princess!

Damn it, Dylan, your mom tracked your phone here.

Yo, check this out.

No one's gonna be feeding anybody to the wolves.

Okay, so now you're using me for my trash house?

What? Mom, stop.

Well, you look like ass.

Okay, whatever you're doing, stop it.

You know we don't lock the doors in this house.

- Well, what's the problem? - You're the problem.

I-I only said those things to make Olivia laugh.

No... Damn you.

You know what I always say.

I'm sorry I kicked your ass like that.