Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

um, I missed you.

Who's, uh, who's Doug?

- ♪ You must learn, learn to serve me well ♪ -(screams)

I forgive you, by the way...

He's still a, a tad under the weather,

Pirates: Hey... Hey!

-(loud banging) -Oh no.

(Evelyn clears throat)

So, he's, he's sick, but doing well... is the news?

How was your day, Edward?

-Oluwande: It was vibes. -Blackbeard: Wow.

Frenchie: Hey, Eddie, give us another song!

I don't think we're quite at that stage... yet.

I hope you find that.

Who would like this. Alma?

Everything. Our marriage, my return,

And for that, I am sorry.

♪ Look up at the mountain ♪

I wrote some lyrics.

♪ Been a good friend ♪

I don't fit here anymore, do I?

(mock screaming)

Much work to do.

I'm, uh, I'm your father.

My god, hate is such a strong, a-and wrong, word.

Who likes chicken?

-if it hadn't been for Stede dying-- -Stede: Darling?

-Be safe out there, Dizzy Izzy. -Bye!

Stop crying. It's just the pinky.

Mary's having a showing of her work in town.

I heard you need some assistance.

-Isn't Doug my father? -Louis!

♪ I guess I'll take my time ♪

I thought about poison or pushing you off a cliff,

So, you won't really be dead?

Trust me. I've got an idea.

H-He loves this sort of thing.

Does it feel like they're taking an awful long time to come back?