Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My necklace.
Where everybody dies.
- It worked! I'm coming to get you. - Are you okay?
Come back.
But you're not like that anymore. You're not... You're not like that.
This sand... is sharp as diamonds.
My brother.
I can still smell ozone.
That's where we are.
Oh, hell.
We're... We're, uh...
Mom, Dad, come in. Do you read me? Over.
Understood.
It's just me.
Mom.
- I've got the bag. - Come on. Come on.
Yep. Just need to find the right tool.
You helped it?
Maybe it's time for a flare.
They're out of range.
It's okay to lie down, you know.
Thanks.
It's okay, Mom.
Even if you wish you weren't.
Will, stay outside.
Are you sure about this?
So, if the sun rises in the east and sets to the west...
Okay.
Come on.
That's why you're gonna drive.
Mm-hmm. Just like bumper cars.
- Are you sure? - We have no choice.