Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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