Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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