Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, if only we weren't trapped.
(Sarah and Mary exclaim)
Wait, wait. We're not, we're not teenagers.
-They cannot return. -Mm-hm.
"What is meant to be together, will be now until forever."
(whimsical music continues)
Why?
(Young Sarah giggles)
That looks scrumptious.
Like, gone, as in, never, ever, ever, ever coming back, right?
-Well, Susan loves an event. -Yes, she really does.
No, it's fine. We don't have anything to talk about.
-I got tons of routines. -WOMAN: What am I doing here?
Now, wait here while I go to find that wretched Traske.
-CROWD: ♪ Go, Glenn. Go, Glenn. Go, go ♪ -(phone buzzing)
-I know 'tis really thee, Thackery. -Die. Die, wretched feline.
I've had an awful day, do you know that?
"Beware the Power Spell for it is most dangerous.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
(Mary and Sarah clamoring)
-(evil laughter) -♪ We were running wild and so reviled ♪
-Hey. -AMANDA: Take it off.
Oh.
No.
Can nothing be done?
GILBERT: Just the thing for a young mystic.
-WINIFRED: Oh, we are being attacked. -MARY: Got me in my oh, place.
CASSIE: No! Let go!
-What a cruel world. -Whatever this is, I'm in no mood.
Book!
-MAN: Whoa, is that serious? -Oh-oh.
Hello, Billy.
That's... we're just like you guys. That's why we brought you back.
The villagers do not wish to comply.
Wretched villagers. Useless even when bewitched.
BECCA: Hm-mm.
(grunting)
Discounts, discounts.
You've literally held a grudge for centuries.
'Tis divine!
Forty?
The little witch returns with her lackeys. What dost thou want here?
Oh, Winifred Sanderson.
I've never been this deep into the woods before.
Ooh. Hello, me. Hello, me.
What is happening?
IZZY: Oh, yeah. I'm starving.
He's right.
BECCA: How is it...
Head of a lover, witch's butter, Aralia berry juice,
How, how is that?
-I'm not even chasing thee. -Stay back.
It is most frowned upon.
One, two, three, four, stay on the beat!
Yeah, I think I misheard you when you said it before,
La.
Look out!
I can't believe it worked.
Look, I am so sorry I had to trick you, but...
-STUDENT: Is he a banana? -A pop quiz.
Oh, you said "hourglass" with an "H". Yes, that I do have, actually.
YOUNG MARY: Now we'll be together forever.
Let's do this.
Atone for thy disgusting words and agree to marry John Pritchett.
-My favorite word. Thou dost worship us? -Sayeth more.
-We're about to win whatever this is. -All right, put your hands together for...
-MARY: Look at it. -(Sarah squeals)
If thou doth wish to continue in such flagrant
-SARAH: I think it's the quality... -MARY: They're aged.
(cows moo)
Sisters.
Let us forget the Reverend and John Pritchett.
No, no, no!
Hey, you finished your test pretty fast.
Magic has a way of uniting things that ought to be together.
Don't worry. We're here to help.
Oh, what fun we had.
(theme music)
WOMAN 3: Teeth of the devil!
(lightning crackles)
Incomprehensible.
'Tis an apothecary book. Like one of Father's.
BECCA (whispers): Wasn't there a moon?
Hello, me.
-(students laughing) -Everyone settle down.
-Just like my old one. -(Mary and Winifred laugh)
Reveal the incantation.
(indistinct chatter)
BECCA: Why would you do this?
-Uh... unfortunately. -Well, guess what?
MARY: Oh.
(Young Sarah yelps)
All right, let’s try something else. Uh, from the top. Ready. One, two, three.
-May I? -Delighted.
That's enough. Mike, Becca, Principal's office. Now.
Thy worst nightmare. (laughs)
And listen. You have to have one of her caramel apples.
He was awake.
We covered the entire thing in tinfoil.
-Thou must have faith. -No!
It's on the house.
-♪ I'm down there ♪ -Yeah.
♪ But I'm better than you ♪
Well, I guess I will take Book back, you know, to the shop.
♪ In comma coriyouma ♪
-Like... -And now, we shall never die.
Stop. Unhand me.
(birds chirping)
-Allow me a moment to reconsider. -Yes, of course.
-What do we do? What do we do? -I don't know.
And then, what, Winnie?
Seriously, what's going on?
Hey. Sandy. No, no. Oh, come on. No, no, no.
Actually I think I'm gonna keep it.
(all gasp)
Are you guys gone a be busy doing witchery?
(bird caws)
What's up?
Remember when Cassie would bring, like, 10 flashlights with us?
-Uh, whoa. Wait. Can we talk about this? -No.
Please, please, please, please.
This pathetic thing, this. Look at this.
-Okay. "The spell for reuniting." -Okay.
(laughs)
MARY: I, myself, am suddenly powerful.
-...juice of an Aralia berry... -MARY: Berry.
BECCA: Oh, me too.
LUCAS: All right.
Is there something else I can do for you?
What unholy dance art thou doing?
We... We looked everywhere.