Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and they can't come back.
She, um... She's running late.
-Itchita copita, melaka mystica.
-MARY: Good. -Delicious.
Mm.
Just, uh, look for anything that says youth.
This altar is what makes Salem so very special.
(indistinct chatter)
-Um, it's Becca. -Oh, hey, Becca.
Um... (tongue clicks)
MARY: There is a small woman trapped in that box.
I've missed thee.
-Not really. -You know, just spitballing here,
(cricket creaks)
ALL: ♪ Whoa-oh-oh! ♪
-This is a very sacred space for witches. -(girls gasp)
Wait, you're willing to give up your powers?
But not before they cast the curse!
Thou zoomedst in and out!. Thou knowest to do nothing!. Thou zoomedst in and out!. Thou knowest to do nothing!.
-How'd you know about that? -I read Reverend Traske's journals.
♪ The witches are back ♪
Promise thou shalt never do it.
The final incantation.
(hums)
-WINIFRED: Mayhem. -MARY: Oh, my hair. Winnie, oh!
-Photo? Photo? We eat thy lives. -Photo? I don't...
Can we take a photo?
You don't remember Sandy's Candy Cauldron?
-But... -I'm a witch. I know things.
-♪ In comma coriyouma ♪
(suspenseful music)
What was that?
Thou art going to become so lucky to have thyself. Thou art going to become so lucky to have thyself.
REVEREND: Winifred Sanderson.
-(bone cracks) -(retches)
(gasps) Hey, buddy.
-Ew. -(soft chuckle)
See? They despise you.
I don't even know if there's an apple in there.
(indistinct chatter)
-Itchita copita, melaka mystica.
(indistinct chatter)
-Totally. -Yeah, absolutely.
-I don't really get it, but, you know. -Good Morning America?
Yeah, we have a plug-in for that.
♪ Stone cold meanies as a matter of fact ♪
Well, because I was woken up and never put back to sleep.
But I got her to come back.
"But...?" "I'm a witch. I know things."
Huh. (Becca chuckles)
WOMAN: Where are you?
-Expired. Oh, that makes sense to me. -Guess you switched your lane.
Look, Winnie. Me too.
-(foreboding music) -(both gasp)
Although all thy flattery will not save thee
♪ Yeah, the spell is gonna hit'cha because the witches are back ♪
-♪ I'll nab you ♪ -♪ I'll jab you ♪
It did sound like you said "Satan."
Wait, the warning. I think I know how to stop them.
(shushes) Focus.
-Itchita copita, melaka mystica.
Oh, it is true, he is quite odd. But how dare thou sayeth so.
-The Reverend. -The Mayor.
Let, let us bewitch them with song
-No. Okay. Okay. -Okay.
Peak
-Oh, my beloved sisters. -We're too frail and weak to die.
Uh-oh. Winnie, I'm surfing.
Are you kidding me? Of course, I didn't.
No candle, deal.
-Huh? -CROWD: Hey. Hi.
♪ Yeah the witches the witches The witches are back ♪
(both sigh)
“Be careful, they have a mind of their own.”
Where are all the cobwebs... and my rat tails?
You should've read the warning.
-Look at it. This isn't an apothecary. -Look, the Queen.
I need your head.
It talked.
He's just confused. Don't listen to him, okay?
-(gasps) -(chuckles)
IZZY: This is so sweet and I'm so happy this is happening right now,
Hi. Oh, Becca. You're okay.
If we were the most powerful witches on Earth, nothing can stop us.
One.
SARAH: Tastes tinkly.
MARY: Winnie, my broomies are misbehaving.
♪ I'm going to get you get you get you ♪
(lock clatters)
Mind your business, girl.
MAN: Oh, hey.
♪ Stone cold meanies as a matter of fact ♪
-Mr. Traske. How's it going? -Hey.
-The Reverend. -REVEREND: No, it's Satan's hand.
-Curse the lighting. -(zapping)
-Okay, we should get some salt. -SARAH: Oh, little Retinol.
Cat Transformation. Levitation Spell.
-IZZY: Stop! -No!
My favorite feeling.
-He wrote all about you. -All nice things, I hope.
♪ Oh, we're killing them ♪
Principal's ready to see you now, Becca.
the creepiest part of the woods to have a ritual.
But they were my passionate partners in unholy mischief.
(Winifred laughs) That reminds me. Gilbert?
How else does one stay young and ridiculously beautiful?
Well, it would seem as though their final destruction
-Look out, everybody. -No, man.
Only a truly wretched man can make me say such things.
Why did we think taking Gilbert's trolley was a good idea?
Your dad would never let you do that.
-I'm done with piddling potions. -Okay.
♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪
So are they gone, like gone, forever gone?
It's lightning, right? Yeah.
Over here, you directionless skeleton sack.
(tense music)
Yeah, maybe.
-Begone, begone. -So, get it quick. Relax.
(laughs)
(Winifred gasps)
Since we shared that kiss in the graveyard.