Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Move! Move! - Go!

- Everything's fine. - Sarah?

You don't have to tell me I'm being an asshole, OK?

And it wasn't so you could come here

Oh, thank you for making this so nice and easy.

Oh. Well, that was disappointing. So, not a tracking device?

I love it out here.

Yeah, I grew up here.

"Maybe I could save the day. Maybe I could be the hero."

I'm not. I mean, I was...

- The Smiths, right? - Uh, yes, sir.

It's time to go! Now!

Now, we have to go.

they will be soon.

All my friends.

I was just a kid when the Mogadorians invaded my planet, Lorien.

My dad won't even know.

I can't even remember a world before this one.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

So, uh, what's with the UFO thing?

Your hand's really warm.

Listen to me. I'm not gonna let them hurt you, OK?

Or you'll never forgive yourself.

Baseball? Soccer? Ping-pong?

I'm gonna let you in on a little tip.

Not so sure who my kind of crowd is right now.

Doesn't seem like your kind of crowd.

He said you were there.

She's at Shepherd Falls! Dude, put me down. What is that?

Sheriff James says some boys got hurt last night.

Yeah, keep the dog.

- Idiot! It's you! - Calm down! Calm down!

And now, they've moved here.

Let me off at Linndale. Sarah's at a house up there.

Everybody stays right where they are or I'll shoot this kid.

That I was a total bitch. And everyone listened.

- It was over there, man. - "It was over there, man."

- Hm. - We're still in?

You know, showboating like that just makes you look desperate.

Oh, it's just me and my dad.

I need your help.

We don't love like the humans. With us, it's forever.

I stole it from Ed. It might come in handy. Let's go.

My parents make me babysit for film money,

Little small for a Mogadorian, don't you think?

- Come on, every hour? - That, or you can home school.

It woke me from my sleep.

Five days of rations, spare clothes, GPS, cash.

...what I'm capable of.

Good luck... um...

A day? To say goodbye?

Malcolm was using it to track the others.

Number Three was completely off the grid and the Mogs got him.

All right, give me that. Come on.

Number Three's dead.

- No. - Play anything?