Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So I went to see if the candle was lit and I found Book.
(gasps) Oh, but we could find new ones.
Winnie...
Which one do you like the best?
Power is meant to be shared.
on Halloween night, 1693.
Cassie's house, 16th birthday.
They disappear at sunrise. Okay?
♪ Yeah, the witches, the witches The witches are back ♪
Okay? But you know what I got? You know what I got in the dark?
You heard it.
(cheer, applause)
Oh, I cannot bear it.
Oh, not again.
-And break.
(all laugh)
(dog barking in distance)
Oh.
-What are you guys doing? -Where's your dad?
Black Flame candles are half off for Halloween.
Not teenagers, not Traskes, not the infernal sun.
Oh, Sarah. You were just a fling. Let's see, what else?
Dost thou should die for Salem?
Thou knowest nothing.
You know, because you guys iced me out.
You can't just come in here for one crystal like it's any old Tuesday.
-Remember. Stay the course. -Stay the course.
-I've got so many people to apologize to. -CASSIE: It's okay.
(all laugh)
Book, book, book. Where would it be?
-(yelps) -Look, there!
-Yeah, it's really funny. -Yeah.
You should take some.
Maybe she was hoping you'd invite her?
(screams)
-No, no. no. -No, no.
BECCA: Book could use a new home.
Oh, that's good.
To raise the power in my hand.
(Mary grunting)
And don't try to eat my brains.
YOUNG WINIFRED: Special?
Winnie, look, I found the two 40-year-old teenagers.
♪ Someone's got a birthday ♪
(groans)
or all of Salem from our wrath.
WINIFRED: Oh!
They must've put a spell on the book or something.
Uh-huh. Yeah.
-♪ I'm a witch ♪
Thou has defied the authority of the Church.
(grunting)
♪ Ah say into pi alpha maybe upendi ♪
Can you pass out some of these campaign flyers for me?
(crowd clamoring)
Well, well, well.
(body thuds)
No problem at all.
YOUNG WINIFRED: Keep up.
Thou art becoming so lucky to have thyself!. Thou art becoming so lucky to have thyself!.
♪ Watch the way that we fly The way that you'll die ♪
(Sanderson Sisters yelping)
Come on, come on, come on.
Oh, this?
(grunts)
Yeah? Okay. It's gonna be a good one.
Oh, no, no, no.
-Maybe I could just have one big bi... -No eating until we find the Mayor.
Oh, roll sounds delicious.
Oh, so my mom is, of course, thrilled you're sleeping over tonight.
(whooshes)
Halloween, 1993.
We get it, Cassie.
Thou aren't no witch. Thou art nothing but a silly child.
-I would really appreciate it. -Sure. Yeah.
-A mascara crisis. -Right.
Pew, pew, pew, pew. (cackles)
-Stop it. -Kill 'em, Winnie. Kill them.
(all scream)
Even with your sisters just as powerful as you are, you still can't win.
That's right, go ahead, eat it up. That's right. Yes, right there.
he went back to the festival to get his apple.
But...
SISTERS (chanting): Itchita copita, melaka mystica.
♪ Witch, witch the witches are back ♪
-Teenager. -No, no.
(stammering) What?
-MARY: Oh, she was fierceful. -Oh, my. Such a lie.
-Just this. -GILBERT: What? That's it?
(foreboding music)
undoes all the spells of that wretched troll, Winifred Sanderson.
Oh, do you guys want to talk now?
-Just, it's a spell that I won't... -Unhand me, you idiot.
Reverend Traske arranged it.
-...to come around to it. -SARAH: Careful.
Fake sunrise.
How charming.
No, 'tis a spell book.
Yeah. Yeah, that's fluorescents for you.
and then, you know... No, yeah, oh.
This is a flash mob. You're in a flash mob.
(humming continues)
-Not petrified, but-- -I bet they won't even know
But thou art now rendered redundant.
I made an inference.
I know, but still, it's our tradition.
Should we?
Nonsense. We'll simply dig up my old lover, Billy Butcherson.
Because you didn't tell me.
-♪ Whoa-oh-oh ♪
-But... -I'm a witch. I know things.
REVEREND: Oh, my God.
-Buy them? -Imagine.
Okay. I'll call him
-Alas.
And when he does, you're gonna be grounded
-BECCA: At your house. -What?
What a crazy day.
Next time, do not tell people we wish to bewitch,
Don't say, don't say.
Peak Peak
She tried to kill the Reverend.
-GILBERT: Clean linen. -(all gasp)
(laughs)
(Sanderson Sisters clamoring)
The candle. Sisters.
Oh.
I beg your pardon?
-(barks) -(grunts)
-I love you. -(door closes)
Oh, oh, no. No, not your teeth.
(sniffs)
(thunder rumbling)
Because it's funny.
-WINIFRED: Witch's butter... -MARY: Butter.
Oh, let's do this one.
(foreboding music)
Well, if you help me gather everything I need for the spell,
(both panting)
Shishka-baby? Shishka...
♪ Until you can't ♪
Amateur.
-Uh-oh. Winnie. -(gasps)
WINIFRED: ♪ Come out, come out wherever you die ♪
Okay. I guess the curse covers phones, too.
I'm just glad he's safe.
♪ Into a land of enchantment ♪
Clear the altar, all of you. Clear my stage.